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 rest. There was something special about those framed still shots of the band.