A Magical Grand Ole Opry Experience – the thing dreams are made of

As the curtains rise and the first performer comes out, I think of my Mum. I’m sitting in the chair that she has long dreamed about.
I remember speaking to her on the phone when Craig and I first came to visit Nashville 11 years ago.
“Oh, you’re in Nashville! You must go to the Opry. It’s my dream to go to the Grand Ole Opry.”
I don’t think there…

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