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What I Love About Lindale


The Lindale ISD Alumni Association has selected Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader Director Kelli McGonagill Finglass as the recipient of the 2012 LISD Distinguished Alumni Award

The Distinguished Alumni Award is given to a LHS graduate whose achievements, strengths of character and citizenship serve as a model to inspire and challenge current students. The Distinguished Service Award is given to a former LISD faculty member or other individual whose outstanding service greatly contributed to the success of the Lindale Independent School District. Read the full press release >>


Recently, my daughter asked me, “Mom, you always talk about Lindale, TX…what was so great about growing up in Lindale?”

My first response was quick and automatic, “Growing up in Lindale means country songs make sense to me.”

After a little more reflection, I came up with a list of things that warm my heart, make me smile, and make me proud to say I’m a small town girl and proud to call Lindale my hometown.


Growing up in Lindale means never wondering where your kids are on Friday night…EVERYONE is at the high school football game!

Growing up in Lindale meant never wondering where anyone was on Sunday morning. You were at CHURCH. There were 4 churches in town on ONE corner, and if you weren’t at church you’d get talked about!

Growing up in Lindale meant REAL flowers on REAL mums for Homecoming :-)

Growing up in Lindale makes the number 903 memorable. That’s our area code and will forever remain special to me.

Growing up in Lindale meant you knew what a “party line” was.

Growing up in Lindale meant dirt roads and bonfires

Growing up in Lindale meant you knew what the “Pool Hall” was.

Growing up in Lindale meant you bought your groceries at Piggly Wiggly and your jeans at JB White’s.

Growing up in Lindale meant no Prozac, Xanax or Viagra…good country living healed all.

Growing up in Lindale meant my favorite pastime was cane pole fishing with my grandma.

Growing up in Lindale meant you saw the coaches on the field on Friday night and in church on Sunday morning.

Growing up in Lindale meant your first date was a hayride.

Growing up in Lindale meant a party was gathering every Saturday to watch Saturday Night Live.

Growing up in Lindale meant real people with big hearts

Growing up in Lindale meant being raised by a village

Growing up in Lindale meant picking blackberries, digging for potatoes, and pulling weeds.

Growing up in Lindale meant you won trophies! We were Champions at everything we did! Band, Football, Golf, and Debate to name a few.

Growing up in Lindale meant you knew what bull nettle was and how to make Tupperware popsicles

Growing up in Lindale meant Cherry Cokes at Dairy Queen

Growing up in Lindale means you cheer for Miranda Lambert, and cry when you hear “The House that Built Me”.

Growing up in Lindale meant someone had to “go across the county line” (Not me!)

Growing up in Lindale meant your lunch lady was your best friend’s mom, your Girl Scout leader, and your Sunday School Teacher

Growing up in Lindale meant “cruising the square” to see who was in whose car.

Growing up in Lindale meant curfews weren’t city ordinances; they were a way of life.

Growing up in Lindale meant shoe polish on the main street windows for Friday Night Football.


Lindale was a great place to grow up, a great place to go to school, and will always be a great place to call home.


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    1. Aw, Kelli this was really sweet. I loved learning about your home town! Sounds like a place I wish I grew up in.

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