THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER: Nan's Moments In Time | Lifestyles
By Erinn Williams Columnist 4 hrs ago As a seventh grade student I walked into the band room at Williamsburg City School with my mind made up. I intended to join the marching âjacketâ band like my dad had in the late '70s. Dad had played the trumpet, my uncle Greg had played the drums, and my aunt Monica had played the clarinet and flute along with being a member of the color guard. My mother was on the rifle team while at Whitley County High School. I had no idea how to play a woodwind let alone a brass instrument but I knew I wanted my picture framed in the hallway like all the re...
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