Day 7
Going on the record that I am not a fan of this prompt.
Marilyn Williams Switzer, died suddenly while hiking the Appalachian Trail. She was the oldest person to attempt the 2190 mile trek. She loved God and all His creation. She loved her family and she loved children. She was joyfully part of the Otter Creek Church. She taught thousands of students Tennessee history conducting walking tours of Downtown Nashville. She will be missed. She is survived by her husband, children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, brother and sister. A celebration of life service will be held at the Otter Creek church followed by a private burial in the family's backyard. Donations to The Living Water Project would be infinitely more appreciated than flowers.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
Day 6 - Am A Fan Of......
Day 6
Am A Fan Of (in no particular order):
Seinfeld reruns, Balega socks, time with family, church, The Last of the Mohicans (the movie, not the book), Donut Den apple fritters, junking, applewood bacon, Diet Coke (huge understatement-huge), Thanksgiving, Dove bath wash, good smelling candles, Motown Music, Trivia Crack, Mr. L's Kindle, online library, hand-written notes, yellow roses, antiques, candlelight, clean sheets, the smell of Gain detergent, honesty, genuine smiles, a new haircut, Sonic, college sports, time with friends, snow, newly-sharpened pencils, paint decks, chocolate, homegrown strawberries, blustery fall days, my job, THE BEACH, someone who is passionate about a pursuit, talking to someone who is really listening, a man comfortably holding a baby, my Honda Element, Bob's peppermint sticks, laughing, a well-timed joke, Hallmark movies, quiet, daffodils in spring, Cheekwood, Crockett Park, homemade Rice Krispie treats, Pinterest, the sound of shells crunching under my feet, cinnamon toast, well-written or poorly-written books, a cold room and a heavy feather comforter for sleeping, fried chicken, tenderness, Ringling Brothers Circus, movie popcorn, long walks, people I can trust, time in Minneapolis, Hagen Das dulche de leche ice cream, occasional rainy days, farmers' markets, soft tee shirts, Warby Parker, Mr. L's french toast, homemade applesauce, the smell of freshly mowed grass, hugs, barbecue chips, Saturday afternoons just Mr. L and me, my iPod, good grammar, birthday balloons.
Lots of other stuff too, but I am about to take a nap on the beach....oh, and naps on the beach.
Day 6 - Am a Fan Of.... - check.
Am A Fan Of (in no particular order):
Seinfeld reruns, Balega socks, time with family, church, The Last of the Mohicans (the movie, not the book), Donut Den apple fritters, junking, applewood bacon, Diet Coke (huge understatement-huge), Thanksgiving, Dove bath wash, good smelling candles, Motown Music, Trivia Crack, Mr. L's Kindle, online library, hand-written notes, yellow roses, antiques, candlelight, clean sheets, the smell of Gain detergent, honesty, genuine smiles, a new haircut, Sonic, college sports, time with friends, snow, newly-sharpened pencils, paint decks, chocolate, homegrown strawberries, blustery fall days, my job, THE BEACH, someone who is passionate about a pursuit, talking to someone who is really listening, a man comfortably holding a baby, my Honda Element, Bob's peppermint sticks, laughing, a well-timed joke, Hallmark movies, quiet, daffodils in spring, Cheekwood, Crockett Park, homemade Rice Krispie treats, Pinterest, the sound of shells crunching under my feet, cinnamon toast, well-written or poorly-written books, a cold room and a heavy feather comforter for sleeping, fried chicken, tenderness, Ringling Brothers Circus, movie popcorn, long walks, people I can trust, time in Minneapolis, Hagen Das dulche de leche ice cream, occasional rainy days, farmers' markets, soft tee shirts, Warby Parker, Mr. L's french toast, homemade applesauce, the smell of freshly mowed grass, hugs, barbecue chips, Saturday afternoons just Mr. L and me, my iPod, good grammar, birthday balloons.
Lots of other stuff too, but I am about to take a nap on the beach....oh, and naps on the beach.
Day 6 - Am a Fan Of.... - check.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Day 5 - Not a Fan Of......
Day 5
Not A Fan Of (in no particular order):
University of Tennessee sports, tardiness, name dropping, entitlement, lying, the odor of cigar smoke, mice, snakes, dead possums in the house (can you tell I was traumatized this summer?), politics, guns, violence in life or movies or books, heat and humidity, gossip, gossip disguised as concern (name it for what it is, at least), driving and texting, talking on the phone, passive - aggressiveness (I am in recovery from this-still struggling), tipping waitstaff poorly or not at all, selfishness, speedos, beating around the bush, laziness, know-it-alls, rudeness to anyone, bringing all conversations back to oneself (I do recognize the irony in that statement and this blog 😏), sage, cilantro, well-done steak, yelling at little children, pretentiousness, coconut, spouses who belittle each other, jealousy (envy?), BS, people texting, face booking, pinteresting, etc at the table when others are around, micromanagement, unsolicited advice, jazz, going to the doctor, complaining (working on this), put-downs of any kind, bragging, high drama, big crowds, small talk.
I think that's about enough.
Day 5 - Not a Fan Of - check
Not A Fan Of (in no particular order):
University of Tennessee sports, tardiness, name dropping, entitlement, lying, the odor of cigar smoke, mice, snakes, dead possums in the house (can you tell I was traumatized this summer?), politics, guns, violence in life or movies or books, heat and humidity, gossip, gossip disguised as concern (name it for what it is, at least), driving and texting, talking on the phone, passive - aggressiveness (I am in recovery from this-still struggling), tipping waitstaff poorly or not at all, selfishness, speedos, beating around the bush, laziness, know-it-alls, rudeness to anyone, bringing all conversations back to oneself (I do recognize the irony in that statement and this blog 😏), sage, cilantro, well-done steak, yelling at little children, pretentiousness, coconut, spouses who belittle each other, jealousy (envy?), BS, people texting, face booking, pinteresting, etc at the table when others are around, micromanagement, unsolicited advice, jazz, going to the doctor, complaining (working on this), put-downs of any kind, bragging, high drama, big crowds, small talk.
I think that's about enough.
Day 5 - Not a Fan Of - check
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Day 4 - Describe Your Best Friend
Day 4
I have been given the gift of many good friends. Some are new friends, some are lifelong friends, some I keep up with through FB, some I see on a fairly regular basis at church. My best friend is the one I have known the longest (since 1st grade), with whom I share most everything, who is always there in a crisis, who makes sure we don't go too long without having a meal together, who is counting the days until she retires and we can have more "girl days," who takes my birthday off from work, who spends Thanksgiving with us as family, who gives me good advice, and who is always, always on my side. Her name is Nancy.
I thought I might do a little comparing and contrasting. On paper, it is a wonder that we are such good friends. Maybe it is the "opposites attract" phenomenon. As in describing my siblings, this is not an exhaustive list.
1. She is organized. I am not. When I complained one day about always losing my keys, she said, "why don't you put them in the same place every time," to which I replied, "have you met me?"
2. She loves practical gifts. I do not. Once she told me that her carpet shampooer was the best gift she had ever gotten. Seriously?
3. She has a really important big girl job. I do not.
4. She does not have a college degree. I do. Note who has the big important job.
5. She has a green thumb. I do not.
6. She sings beautifully. I definitely do not.
7. She graciously waits on those around her hand and foot. I do not, neither graciously nor otherwise.
8. Her car is spotless with little carrier things in the back so stuff does not roll around with insulated bags to put her cold groceries in to get them home safely. My cup holders are full of evaporating Diet Coke while dirty napkins, tissues, discarded juice pouches, Legos, candy wrappers, and molded half -sandwiches litter the floor of my car.
9. She always has her Regal card with her when going to the movie. I never do.
10. She knits. I do not. My grandchildren each have hand-knitted Santa hats. Violet also has two adorable stocking caps Nancy made.
11. Her house is not cluttered. Mine is.
12. As a kid, she ate hotdogs right out of the refrigerator. I never have.
13. She hates mustard. I really like it.
14. She loves jewelry and has lots of sets of matching necklaces and earrings; her FitBit even looks like a delicate bracelet. I wear a silver cross, my wedding band, and I have a honking big black fitbit that I wear all the time.
15. She was raised Methodist and is now Presbyterian. I am and always have been cofC...well, mainly....Otter Creek is sort of a hybrid.
16. She can pick things up with her toes. My short, stubby feet don't allow such.
17. Her feelings can sometimes be easily wounded. It pretty much takes a 2x4 upside the head to hurt mine.
Well, you get the picture. What we do have in common is we love God, we are grateful to Jesus,we love our families, we love each other's family, and we love each other. We were raised in the same neighborhood with similar values. My life is greatly enriched by knowing her.
Day 4 - Describe Your Best Friend
I have been given the gift of many good friends. Some are new friends, some are lifelong friends, some I keep up with through FB, some I see on a fairly regular basis at church. My best friend is the one I have known the longest (since 1st grade), with whom I share most everything, who is always there in a crisis, who makes sure we don't go too long without having a meal together, who is counting the days until she retires and we can have more "girl days," who takes my birthday off from work, who spends Thanksgiving with us as family, who gives me good advice, and who is always, always on my side. Her name is Nancy.
I thought I might do a little comparing and contrasting. On paper, it is a wonder that we are such good friends. Maybe it is the "opposites attract" phenomenon. As in describing my siblings, this is not an exhaustive list.
1. She is organized. I am not. When I complained one day about always losing my keys, she said, "why don't you put them in the same place every time," to which I replied, "have you met me?"
2. She loves practical gifts. I do not. Once she told me that her carpet shampooer was the best gift she had ever gotten. Seriously?
3. She has a really important big girl job. I do not.
4. She does not have a college degree. I do. Note who has the big important job.
5. She has a green thumb. I do not.
6. She sings beautifully. I definitely do not.
7. She graciously waits on those around her hand and foot. I do not, neither graciously nor otherwise.
8. Her car is spotless with little carrier things in the back so stuff does not roll around with insulated bags to put her cold groceries in to get them home safely. My cup holders are full of evaporating Diet Coke while dirty napkins, tissues, discarded juice pouches, Legos, candy wrappers, and molded half -sandwiches litter the floor of my car.
9. She always has her Regal card with her when going to the movie. I never do.
10. She knits. I do not. My grandchildren each have hand-knitted Santa hats. Violet also has two adorable stocking caps Nancy made.
11. Her house is not cluttered. Mine is.
12. As a kid, she ate hotdogs right out of the refrigerator. I never have.
13. She hates mustard. I really like it.
14. She loves jewelry and has lots of sets of matching necklaces and earrings; her FitBit even looks like a delicate bracelet. I wear a silver cross, my wedding band, and I have a honking big black fitbit that I wear all the time.
15. She was raised Methodist and is now Presbyterian. I am and always have been cofC...well, mainly....Otter Creek is sort of a hybrid.
16. She can pick things up with her toes. My short, stubby feet don't allow such.
17. Her feelings can sometimes be easily wounded. It pretty much takes a 2x4 upside the head to hurt mine.
Well, you get the picture. What we do have in common is we love God, we are grateful to Jesus,we love our families, we love each other's family, and we love each other. We were raised in the same neighborhood with similar values. My life is greatly enriched by knowing her.
Day 4 - Describe Your Best Friend
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Day 3 - My Siblings
Day 3
This could take a few lines; this writing about my siblings. I have/had four, three brothers and a sister. I will go by birth order. Certainly, this is my own personal view of my siblings. It is not an exhaustive study.
Charles Joseph (Charlie): He was beautiful in so many ways. I suspect he was a first crush for many girls. He was a courtly mannered, frequently foul-mouthed, suspender-wearing, Southern lawyer. He never met a stranger. He, like our mother, could pretty much talk his way through or out of most anything. He loved music of all kinds. He loved fast cars and fast boats. He loved beautiful things. He enjoyed sharing his largesse. He would pick up hitchhikers, feed them, clothe them, help them in any way he could and then grieve when he felt it not enough. He was not a gifted money manager, but he was extraordinarily generous. He was one of the most complex personalities I have ever known. He was more easily wounded than a casual observer would ever suspect. He felt responsible for many situations, most of which he wasn't. The pain in this world was too much for him. He died almost eleven years ago.
John Michael (Mike): How does one describe Mike? He was hilarious and told great stories peppered with quite salty language. Taking care of his family, especially financially, was a top priority in his life. He adored his wife, and well he should have! He loved to fish and be out on the water. He was a Vietnam Vet. Going to war changed him in many ways. He smoked too much, and it could be argued that at times he drank too much beer. He shot squirrels in his garden from his back porch. I think his first job was selling stolen hubcaps. He would literally give a person the shirt off his back. He was a champion of the underdog and tolerated neither unkindness nor stupidity. He loved babies. He told you like it was and if that hurt your feelings, then he was right sorry for that, but he never back-pedaled on what he said. He got red in the face when he got worked up over certain topics (politics) and was astounded that I don't watch the news. The only thing he ever bought "on time" was his house. He had personal boundaries and did not let himself be victimized by allowing others to cross them. He worked hard. He loved well. He died almost two years ago.
Samuel Andrew (Sam): Sambo came into this world several weeks early, a tiny little being with soulful blue eyes and eyelashes so long they went above his eyebrows. He is still beautiful, although it will embarrass him that I said so. If given the chance, he would tell you all the reasons that I am being overly gracious. If you know him, you know I do not exaggerate. He is a gentle soul living in a harsh world, and some days that is really hard. He has a poet's spirit. He is a voracious reader. He loves art. He loves music (head banging), and nature and his family. He is an uncle to lots of kids who love him dearly, be they blood kin or not. He loves to play. He paddle and skate boards (not at the same time, but I don't want to plant any ideas in his head). He enjoys good food and pleasant atmospheres, but he is equally at home in the neighborhood dive. He, like Mike, will set you straight if he thinks you need it (his being delivered more gently), and like Charlie, he has exquisite manners. He enjoys Guinness and Jameson Irish Whiskey and The Packers. He is one of the most non-judgmental people I know. He does not hold a grudge or keep an account of offenses. He moved back to Nashville from Wisconsin several years ago, and I am very glad.
Doree Ann (Doree or Do'Do,' Door, or Doooooreee Ayun - depending on whose talking about her): Finally, at the age of 15, I got a sister. She is beautiful with a lot of Williams in her and the Binkley sparkling blue eyes. She was a really sweet child for months on end, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, she would briefly lose her ever-loving mind. Mom would set her straight, and then she was back to her normally lovely ways. She could read anything when she was about 3 or 4. We showed her off a lot. She is so, so funny. Like Mike, she can tell a story until you find yourself gasping for air from the laughter. My grandchildren adore her. She loves old people, and her sensitive spirit often leads her to tears if she sees an elderly gentleman eating by himself in a restaurant. She cries easily. She loves animals (gargantuan understatement) and sort of runs a home for wayward animals in her suburban home. She is a whirling dirvish when it comes to cleaning up and clearing out. Once, when she was in a cleaning frenzy her husband said to me, "don't stand still too long or she'll throw you in the trunk and take you to Goodwill!" Her home is warm and inviting and colorful and she is a gracious hostess. If she is asked to buy something for the needy, her attitude is, "if it's not good enough for me, then it's not good enough for them." She is generous and kind and a bit bawdy at times. She is a great mimic. If you are with her and she runs into someone she knows, find a place to rest because it's gonna be a while. Like Charlie and Sam, sometimes this difficult world can be a bit overwhelming to her. The casual observer would never know that from time to time she suffers terribly. She is often the one her friends call when they have a problem. She was worth the 15 year wait.
Day 3 - My Siblings - check
This could take a few lines; this writing about my siblings. I have/had four, three brothers and a sister. I will go by birth order. Certainly, this is my own personal view of my siblings. It is not an exhaustive study.
Charles Joseph (Charlie): He was beautiful in so many ways. I suspect he was a first crush for many girls. He was a courtly mannered, frequently foul-mouthed, suspender-wearing, Southern lawyer. He never met a stranger. He, like our mother, could pretty much talk his way through or out of most anything. He loved music of all kinds. He loved fast cars and fast boats. He loved beautiful things. He enjoyed sharing his largesse. He would pick up hitchhikers, feed them, clothe them, help them in any way he could and then grieve when he felt it not enough. He was not a gifted money manager, but he was extraordinarily generous. He was one of the most complex personalities I have ever known. He was more easily wounded than a casual observer would ever suspect. He felt responsible for many situations, most of which he wasn't. The pain in this world was too much for him. He died almost eleven years ago.
John Michael (Mike): How does one describe Mike? He was hilarious and told great stories peppered with quite salty language. Taking care of his family, especially financially, was a top priority in his life. He adored his wife, and well he should have! He loved to fish and be out on the water. He was a Vietnam Vet. Going to war changed him in many ways. He smoked too much, and it could be argued that at times he drank too much beer. He shot squirrels in his garden from his back porch. I think his first job was selling stolen hubcaps. He would literally give a person the shirt off his back. He was a champion of the underdog and tolerated neither unkindness nor stupidity. He loved babies. He told you like it was and if that hurt your feelings, then he was right sorry for that, but he never back-pedaled on what he said. He got red in the face when he got worked up over certain topics (politics) and was astounded that I don't watch the news. The only thing he ever bought "on time" was his house. He had personal boundaries and did not let himself be victimized by allowing others to cross them. He worked hard. He loved well. He died almost two years ago.
Samuel Andrew (Sam): Sambo came into this world several weeks early, a tiny little being with soulful blue eyes and eyelashes so long they went above his eyebrows. He is still beautiful, although it will embarrass him that I said so. If given the chance, he would tell you all the reasons that I am being overly gracious. If you know him, you know I do not exaggerate. He is a gentle soul living in a harsh world, and some days that is really hard. He has a poet's spirit. He is a voracious reader. He loves art. He loves music (head banging), and nature and his family. He is an uncle to lots of kids who love him dearly, be they blood kin or not. He loves to play. He paddle and skate boards (not at the same time, but I don't want to plant any ideas in his head). He enjoys good food and pleasant atmospheres, but he is equally at home in the neighborhood dive. He, like Mike, will set you straight if he thinks you need it (his being delivered more gently), and like Charlie, he has exquisite manners. He enjoys Guinness and Jameson Irish Whiskey and The Packers. He is one of the most non-judgmental people I know. He does not hold a grudge or keep an account of offenses. He moved back to Nashville from Wisconsin several years ago, and I am very glad.
Doree Ann (Doree or Do'Do,' Door, or Doooooreee Ayun - depending on whose talking about her): Finally, at the age of 15, I got a sister. She is beautiful with a lot of Williams in her and the Binkley sparkling blue eyes. She was a really sweet child for months on end, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, she would briefly lose her ever-loving mind. Mom would set her straight, and then she was back to her normally lovely ways. She could read anything when she was about 3 or 4. We showed her off a lot. She is so, so funny. Like Mike, she can tell a story until you find yourself gasping for air from the laughter. My grandchildren adore her. She loves old people, and her sensitive spirit often leads her to tears if she sees an elderly gentleman eating by himself in a restaurant. She cries easily. She loves animals (gargantuan understatement) and sort of runs a home for wayward animals in her suburban home. She is a whirling dirvish when it comes to cleaning up and clearing out. Once, when she was in a cleaning frenzy her husband said to me, "don't stand still too long or she'll throw you in the trunk and take you to Goodwill!" Her home is warm and inviting and colorful and she is a gracious hostess. If she is asked to buy something for the needy, her attitude is, "if it's not good enough for me, then it's not good enough for them." She is generous and kind and a bit bawdy at times. She is a great mimic. If you are with her and she runs into someone she knows, find a place to rest because it's gonna be a while. Like Charlie and Sam, sometimes this difficult world can be a bit overwhelming to her. The casual observer would never know that from time to time she suffers terribly. She is often the one her friends call when they have a problem. She was worth the 15 year wait.
Day 3 - My Siblings - check
Monday, January 2, 2017
Day 2 - An Accident That Changed Everything
Day 2
This topic hits home. My junior year in college, I was headed across town to buy my textbooks for winter quarter. My friend, Becky, was with me. I was driving my oh-so-cute yellow Opal Kadett with the black vinyl top. My daddy bought me that car, and even though driving a stick did not come naturally, I loved that car. We were traveling South on Gallatin Road, having just come through the underpass across the street from Hudson's Filling Station, when a little old lady from Russellville, KY pulled out in front of me. I smacked her.....hard. My little Kadett was no competition for the land yacht she was driving.
Becky and I both hit our heads, but my most immediate concern was the excruciating pain in my chest from cracked ribs. Becky asked if I was all right. I told her that I could not breathe. She graciously asked if I needed mouth to mouth resuscitation. I assured her that I did not.
My knees were bleeding profusely. I remember a lovely woman who had cloth diapers in her car and used them to apply pressure to my shredded knees. I asked Becky to call my dad. I gave her his number at work. She ran to a nearby shop to use the phone, but returned quickly as she could not remember the number. I told her to check in the glove box for pen and paper to write the number down. It would not open. I was distraught that the pounds of green apple kisses I had gotten in my Christmas stocking that year were lost to me in that crimped, inoperable glove box. This was not the last stupid thought I had that day.
Finally, the sirens of the ambulance were nearing. The EMT was a boy from my high school. I had not seen him since graduation. I seriously worried about my appearance and what he must have thought about my deterioration since high school.
After time in Vanderbilt ER, stitches, x-rays, fainting, bursting into tears upon seeing Daddy, concern that I only had one earring on (no limit to my idiocy), I was able to go home where my little brother and sister were distraught and my parents took exceptional care of me.
Because of my injuries, I could not return to school on time. I missed two weeks of a very short quarter. When I did return, hobbling on crutches and sporting two quite impressive black eyes, I borrowed history notes from a tall, dark, outstanding student named Ken. And, my life changed forever, in the most wonderful way.
Day 2-An Accident That Changed Everything - check
This topic hits home. My junior year in college, I was headed across town to buy my textbooks for winter quarter. My friend, Becky, was with me. I was driving my oh-so-cute yellow Opal Kadett with the black vinyl top. My daddy bought me that car, and even though driving a stick did not come naturally, I loved that car. We were traveling South on Gallatin Road, having just come through the underpass across the street from Hudson's Filling Station, when a little old lady from Russellville, KY pulled out in front of me. I smacked her.....hard. My little Kadett was no competition for the land yacht she was driving.
Becky and I both hit our heads, but my most immediate concern was the excruciating pain in my chest from cracked ribs. Becky asked if I was all right. I told her that I could not breathe. She graciously asked if I needed mouth to mouth resuscitation. I assured her that I did not.
My knees were bleeding profusely. I remember a lovely woman who had cloth diapers in her car and used them to apply pressure to my shredded knees. I asked Becky to call my dad. I gave her his number at work. She ran to a nearby shop to use the phone, but returned quickly as she could not remember the number. I told her to check in the glove box for pen and paper to write the number down. It would not open. I was distraught that the pounds of green apple kisses I had gotten in my Christmas stocking that year were lost to me in that crimped, inoperable glove box. This was not the last stupid thought I had that day.
Finally, the sirens of the ambulance were nearing. The EMT was a boy from my high school. I had not seen him since graduation. I seriously worried about my appearance and what he must have thought about my deterioration since high school.
After time in Vanderbilt ER, stitches, x-rays, fainting, bursting into tears upon seeing Daddy, concern that I only had one earring on (no limit to my idiocy), I was able to go home where my little brother and sister were distraught and my parents took exceptional care of me.
Because of my injuries, I could not return to school on time. I missed two weeks of a very short quarter. When I did return, hobbling on crutches and sporting two quite impressive black eyes, I borrowed history notes from a tall, dark, outstanding student named Ken. And, my life changed forever, in the most wonderful way.
Day 2-An Accident That Changed Everything - check
Sunday, January 1, 2017
2017 challenge - My Middle Name
Last year, just as an exercise in self-discipline, I wrote a blog a day for the first 30 days of the new year; except I wrote like 23 of the 30 and started in December of the previous year. So much for discipline.
I begin again. Using my phone or I-Pad makes it necessary to keep each entry short, something for which I am sure the 3 of you who read this are most grateful.
Day 1 - My Middle Name and How I Feel About It
Interestingly, or not, I was not given a middle name. My mother wanted to name me Marilyn Eudora. The Eudora was for her mother. My father was having none of it. Mom could not think of another name to go with Marilyn, which incidentally, was for her (Mary) but they spelled it incorrectly on my birth certificate. Really it's a miracle they claimed me at the hospital. I am happy to report that my son-in-law had no aversion to my grandmother's name, thus, we have the adorable Violet Eudora; a Southern family name of which she can be most proud.
How I felt about growing up with no middle name has mainly to do with the time in my life. All through elementary and high school it was not a problem. It sort of made me unique. In college, it became a little more interesting, in that, at my small college there were two students named Marilyn Williams. The other one had a middle name. I do not remember what it was. The registrar's office assigned me one NMN (no middle name) in order to keep us straight. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it did not. I often got medical results of hers, sometimes she got my grades. When this happened I would have to see the registrar and prove that I was Marilyn NMN Williams. When I married and took my husband's last name, I instantly gained a middle name with no angst connected to dropping my middle name.
So, there you have it. Riveting stuff.
Day 1-My middle name - check
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