Yes. My name is m a r n a: Day trip with great nieces

Friday, October 2, 2015

Day trip with great nieces

Started in Vonore at the Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival. Across 441 to eat crab legs in Cherokee, NC (no joke), back across 441 to Cade's Cove.

Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival

Me and the greats.

Yummy crab legs.

Cherokee, NC

Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival

Elk near Cherokee, NC

on 441

Across 441

Great nieces 441

Cade's Cove

People chasing momma bear and 3 cubs in a tree. Spoiled the day for us. And the bear.

No photo can do the Smoky's justice.

I didn't try.

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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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