Dianne Irene Corson was born on September 9, 1950, to Freda and Earland Rowell. She grew up in Athens, Maine, where she spent many cherished days with her grandparents - Della and Harvey Hayden, Gertie and Howard Rowell – and her great-grammie Lincoln. Diane left this world on December 19, 2025. Dianne grew up working in her parents' store, where she learned responsibility at a young age. She would later joke that she owed apologies to any customers who may have received unevenly sliced liver or steak during those years. She attended Somerset Academy in Athens, a small school of just 89 students in grades nine through twelve, until Athens joined SAD 59. Completing her senior year at the new school was quite a culture shock. During that time, an English teacher recognized Dianne's potential and encouraged her to apply to college—something she had never planned to do. She was accepted to both Machias and Farmington, and with a loving shove from her mother, she set aside her plan of becoming a hairdresser and began her college journey. Dianne was a quiet person who mostly kept to herself and faithfully came home on weekends. While taking French in college, she met Butch Poulin who she married in June 1970, who tutored her through the class. After graduation, Dianne began her teaching career at Cornville Elementary School, where she enriched the lives of countless students over the course of a 36-year career. In 1984, Dianne and Butch purchased a camp on Ironbound Pond in Solon from Harold Ketchum. They spent every summer there, making improvements and creating cherished memories. It truly was her little slice of heaven. Tragically, on Father's Day in 1989—also their 17th wedding anniversary—Butch passed away while on a fishing trip with Curi and two of his friends. After dating for ten years, Dianne married Wayne Corson, joking that they did so to beat their daughter to the altar. Wayne, a longtime family friend, finally asked her out after fixing the heater knob in her car. Wayne ran the garage in Cornville while Dianne taught school, and in her downtime, she kept the books, learned to drive the ramp truck, and helped prep cars for painting. Sadly, Wayne passed away just twelve days after they were married on July 12th, 2023. In 2007, following the passing of her father, Earland, Dianne moved back into her childhood home. She and her mother, Freda, enjoyed getting to know one another as adults, sharing many road trips around town, always trying to stay on roads with power lines and white lines. Most trips were successful, except for one memorable adventure on the Golden Road, when they had to pull over and enlist the help of the medicine bag before continuing. Dianne retired from teaching in 2009, to spend more time with her family. After Freda's passing, Dianne lived a good, quiet life with her beloved cat, Charlie. She enjoyed puttering, reading, doing crossword puzzles, and playing Mahjong on her iPad while sitting on the porch at camp on weekends when the girls came home to visit. She was blessed with two grandchildren: John, who left this earth far too soon, and Corrina, who makes her incredibly proud and is making her mark on the world. After the family home burned in April, Dianne's daughter and granddaughter spent every weekend with her. She found joy in her Ironbound Pond family, campfires, and the newly installed outdoor shower. Though she lost her beloved cat, Charlie, in the fire, she adopted Rosie in October, who brought her immense comfort and joy. Dianne had begun to settle into her Auntie Christie's house in Hartland for the winter, where she continued to make plans for her new home. Dianne is survived by her son, Curi and November; her daughter, Jessica and Mark; her granddaughter Corrina and Caleb; and her granddaughters by love, Morgan and Tabyr. Dianne was bound by love, not by blood, to many, and those connections were among her greatest treasures. Dianne will be remembered for her quiet strength, gentle humor, unwavering dedication to her students, and the deep love she held for her family, her camp, her small circle of friends, and the simple joys of life. She will be dearly missed by all.