Excerpts from Beth:
time we travel and discuss our upcoming plans with relatives,
friends and coworkers, there is always an attraction that
stands out in the collective consciousness of the masses.
What is the Tennessee attraction that gets the, "Are
you going to visit" inquiry? Graceland, of course.
We were lucky enough to score a campsite right across the
street from Graceland with a sea of RV's and streets named,
"Hound Dog Way" and "Love me Tender Boulevard."
We walked right next door to the Graceland parking lot and
followed the maze of walkways to purchase our ticket. Our
most expensive tour of the trip included an audio tour of
the King's mansion and grounds. After waiting 20 minutes to
get on the bus we were shuttled across the street to Graceland.
Let me begin by saying that although Graceland is a big,
nice house . . . that's really all it is. Don't expect an
expansive plantation or giant mansion. Not only that, but
this big, nice house is decorated in extremely tacky 70's
styles with shag carpet (that was not limited to the floors)
and dark wood paneling everywhere, bright colors, crazy fabrics
and mirrors on the walls. I felt like I had stepped right
back into my youth.
tour wound through all the rooms on the first floor as well
as the garage, racquetball court, trophy room and grounds.
On the tour, the unpleasant demise of Elvis (if you believe
he's dead) is fairly glossed over in favor of touting his
musical ability, groundbreaking hip gyrations and commercial
appeal. The gravesite is priceless. Mobs of fans were crowded
around; snapping photos, crying and praying. On the bus ride
back across the street one rabid fan grilled the bus driver
on the requirements for working at Graceland since that was
her "ultimate goal."
Graceland was not my favorite house tour, but when in Memphis,
you MUST strap on the sideburns and lace up your blue suede
shoes. Millions of Elvis fans can't be wrong.