Yes. My name is m a r n a: Pigeon Forge Christmas 2013

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Pigeon Forge Christmas 2013

Each Christmas Chris's family tries to go to Pigeon Forge to catch a show and spend some time together. We weren't able to the past couple of years till this year. Christmas at the Smoky Mountain Opry. Followed by dinner at Calhoun's. Today we met up with Duncan (the son) for lunch along with Bryce and Amber at the Alamo-Chris's favorite in Pigeon Forge.

Me and one of the nieces waiting on the show.

The show had everything from the Nativity to Duck Dynasty to

lions to ice skating to big band to.....well, everything.

Chris and his sister Bridget

Nephew Colton and Nana

Me and future nephew Bryce. Amber is hiding

behind the menu....

Chris sis

Me and Christopher

Duncan (the son) after eating at The Alamo

Splitting up after a fun weekend.

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Yes. My name is m a r n a. Not Myrna, Marta, Marva, Merna, Myra, Murna, and so on. (Although many call me Marnie and I like that one.) As an extremely shy child I hated my name. The first day of the school year was torture for me as most of the teachers could never pronounce my name. By high school, much to my secret delight, my classmates began correcting the teacher the first time it was flubbed up, often spelling it out during that first roll call. I think they had figured out I was too shy to do so. Overly attached to my mother I missed a lot of school until 9th grade, where I was scared of the Vice Principle and no longer complained of stomach aches. In the third grade my mother told me once the teacher asked if my middle name was "Stephanie". My mother said, "No". Seems I had started writing Stephanie on my schoolwork. My teacher continued to let me do so, which only last a few days. It's a miracle I have a master's degree after all my problems with school phobia. My mother is now in Heaven, no doubt, looking down on me in amazement. One of her biggest fears was I would not attend college. Here's to you momma. So sorry I grieved you so many mornings before school and so many afternoons with phone calls of "stomach aches". <><

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