Yes. My name is m a r n a: Election Night

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Election Night

Me and the great nieces and their dad the nephew.

Jennifer, a pole worker and my nephew's wife.

Pole Workers

Counting some votes.

A precinct vote arrives!

Cory Russell

Allison from the property assessor's office and

Bridget

Marty Cook, Circuit Court Clerk. It

was a LONG day!

Margie Cagle

Charles Kennedy, Constable

Richard and Kelly Kirkland

Lowell Russell

Brian Hodge "Worm"

Great niece Bella

Bridge

Packy!

Silly girls. It was a LONG day!

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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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