February 4 Pat arrives at Graceland |
I was an Elvis pre teeny bopper rabid fan and recall sitting on the porch with extension cord strung through the door to plug in my 45 RPM record player and listen to Elvis sing Hound dog as loud as that player went. Never loud enough for us girls, but too loud for Mom who'd shout "turn that noise down, you'll go deaf." I didn't but she was ahead of her time because we know many young people today who have hearing loss from too loud music. In one of the exhibit cases of memorabilia yesterday I noticed a plastic type child's wallet, I"d had one of those, long gone. But next to it, a gold like charm bracelet with a hound dog and broken heart charms among others, at home I have those two charms on my old charm bracelet from high school days. I don't know whatever became of the full Elvis bracelet.
Mary Hudson was our tour guide at Graceland and knew the answers to all questions |
I did not know how philanthropic Elvis was all his life until our tour. On one wall of exhibits are the thousands of checks he'd write to any one who needed help from individuals to organizations. In Lisa's special exhibit at the end which just opened in 2012, she remarks how her dad made money and gave it away as fast as he could.
Just one of these urns would look good back in MN |
I remember when Elvis died and have kicked myself many times for not going to see him perform when we had the opportunity in Tahoe, I always felt there would be another time and it wasn't a priority for me at that time of my life. There was never another time. On the tour I was reminded he was only 42, but I recall he surely looked older from his lifestyle and drug abuse. It was oxymoronical to learn how proud Elvis was when President Nixon awarded him a badge from the newly formed Narcotics Enforcement Agency and enlisted Elvis' help in the agency efforts. Evidently Elvis was the proud collector of police and firemen badges from all over the country and donated heavily to their benevolent societies.
Elvis Graceland kitchen |
Perhaps most fabulous were the multiple exhibits of his costumes and clothing. Talk about bling, he was the King and for sure da' man! Looking at the costumes from his younger days when he was svelte and the massive size of the belt buckles, it's hard to fathom how it could have been at all comfortable.
Elvis added a swimming pool which is not significantly larger than the one we had at our home in Fair Oaks, CA I had always wanted a swimming pool and got that in our first home in CA |
The airplanes were different than any I have ever flown on and of course all set for entertaining, except for the smaller jet which must have been for short quick business trips. Somehow I always imagines Elvis having his own rail car or tour rig, but there was nothing like that. The Elvis auto museum was a big fave for Jerry especially the Stutz bearcats, while I still favor the original pink Cadillac, Gladys which Elvis gave to his mother. Although see here, the Rolls Silver Cloud calls my name out loud!
This white Rolls will do |
Jerry between white and black Silver Clouds |
Graves of Elvis, his parents.grandmother and twin brother |
Elvis grave |
Today still people cpontinue to leave flowers, and all sorts of memorabilia at the graves |
Market at the Memorial Garden |
After many hours of walking and enjoying the full Graceland, we returned to our motor home for a brief respite and then departed for Marlowe's where we enjoyed excellent bar-b-que ribs, I tried the local Southern Pecan beer, a brown nut ale and some take out banana pudding for me. We met the original owner, Tony Gugliottti who is from Pittsburgh and when I told him I was born and raised in New Ken, he not only gave me a postcard but a cook book from Marlowe's. I did not take the camera, but because we enjoyed the meal and the conversations and the (what else) Elvis music, Marlowe's is a place to return to when we are in the Memphis area in the future. This link will take you to their site where you can read and see all about them...only you will not be able to taste or smell the food.... http://www.marlowesmemphis.com/