All Shook Up
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It all started off ok, the road was busy for a Sunday, all those trucks and only two lanes for most of the way,
I am used to that now but had forgotten a certain road condition. I think I said on our last travels about the concrete roads (usually long bridge crossings) that are built in sections, each one "humped" in the middle. Bree's wheelbase seems just right so that as the front rises up the back dips down, the longer this goes on the more violent the up and down motion gets and as toad follows he joins in and seems to help the back of Bree to go further up on the up and lower down on the down. All this has the effect of trying to flip me up and out of the driver's seat whilst trying to hang on to the steering wheel, keep between the white lines and miss the trucks. Couple all this with a few potholes about as rough as the Interstate 10 that I had a moan about last year when we approached Houston travelling West, well maybe you get the picture - "All Shook up!"
It's no wonder we missed the turning for E P Bvd. It was then Betsy's turn to get all shook up with me politely asking for new directions whilst we headed towards Memphis airport. Think she thought I was complaining about her navigation skills so between the raised voices (I know, not like me) I thought I would be "Lonesome Tonight" and have to stay in the "Heartbreak Hotel" whilst Betsy tried to calm her "Wooden Heart" maybe I just deserved a bit of "Jail House Rock"
Oh well, we made it to the campsite and it was only a few yards down the road from Graceland.
www.elvis.com We boarded the shuttle bus to take us across the road to the Graceland mansion - no, you can't walk - this is America (think it may be a security thing too)
you get the talk at the door about how Elvis purchased the "farm" when he was only 22 for a cost of just over $100000. We entered with our audio tour headphones on to freely wander (under the ever watchful eyes of security, both physical and camera) through the hallway, looking at the guest lounge and formal dining room
- we loved the white sofa, amazed that it had been used for 20 years (we feel some restoration may have taken place). There was the bedroom resplendent with purple covered bed - this was his parents' room. Behind all this was the part that Elvis used most, the kitchen complete with TV that was always on and on down into his "Jungle Room" The basement/den had a bar/entertainment area tastefully decorated in blue and yellow with a mirrored ceiling and three TV's - he watched three stations at once (think I would have got on well with him) and I did quite like the décor too.
Outside, past the carport and on to his office where his fan club was run, then back circling the yard with a swing that Lisa Marie played on
The racquet ball court itself now contains many more of his costumes and awards. The path through the gardens took us past his final resting place. Returning back over the road we viewed his two private 'planes and more displays of stage wear, his GI days and the Elvis Auto museum - he loved his toys - I should really have met him...
We have now all left the building - completely shook up :)
Betsy and I are not particularly Elvis fans but this visit seemed such a part of our being it's hard to explain. Everyone knows Elvis and I think he somehow had an effect on everyone that grew up during any part of the Elvis years. However quirky it may sound I think we could have very easily felt at home in Graceland and can truly see why Elvis loved it so much. I think we came away with a little bit of the magic spell cast by the king himself.