I’ve lived in the Memphis area for four years and have managed to dodge the Graceland bullet, until this past weekend. My brother was in town for his job. He wanted to tour it, so I took him. Being an Elvis fan (and a total motorhead), Dave had a great time, and I got to spend some quality time with my big brother.
I made Dave stand in front of Graceland Mansion so I could snap evidence that he was actually here. He hates getting his picture taken and was counting down the 5 seconds he gave me to snap the shot before he walked off. What a funny old grump he is!
The matching peacock stained glass windows in the living room of the mansion are by far the prettiest architectural feature in the entire house. I wanted to get a close shot of one of the peacocks to show the details, but sadly, I snapped the picture before my phone had time to focus properly.
Looking through the living room into the piano room, this picture shows the stained glass in all it’s brilliance.
The navy and yellow room is one of several gathering spaces in the mansion. It’s pillowy couch and matching arm chairs are friendly and inviting. The white monkey on the glass table provides a touch of the creepy.
I wanted to give readers a upclose look at the pleated paisley fabric that covers the Billiard Room from ceiling to floor. The fabric is gathered to the center of the ceiling and affixed with a huge button of the same fabric.
The inscription, written by his father, is very touching.
Pictured above are trophies of Elvis’s first records recorded at Sun Studio in Memphis. Down the long corridor lined with awards extolling his virtues as a musical giant and caring humanitarian, the exhibits past the bend to the left were, in my opinion, the most important because it showed the great influence Elvis had on every genre of music. In class cases that line the walls hung memorabilia that other artists sent to Graceland with written testimonies of how Elvis and his music influenced them. It made me wonder if I too will one day have good things said about me. Am I having even a small impact on my part of the world?
The whole reason I’m at Graceland: to see Dave smile. Yes, that is his smile. He is explaining what type of motorcycles are on the bottom left of the “Paramount” picture on the wall. He was head-over-heels happy once we made it to Elvis’s car museum.
According to the self-guided tour, Elvis bought the Rolls Royce after signing a major record deal. He brought it home and gave it to his mother. The paint was continually damaged because his mother’s chickens would peck at their reflections. Apparently, he had to repaint it four or five times.
I asked Dave what was the big deal about white wall tires back in the day. Dave’s answer was very simple: “Because with all black tires that car would look like shit.”
We both felt a little creepy walking through Elvis’s plane. It seemed such a personal space, especially the bedroom located at the rear of the plane. I didn’t like the idea that he had slept there. It gave me the heebie jeebies.
Although I drug my feet about going to Graceland, and even made fun of people for traveling the world to visit it, I did enjoy it. I was surprised at how small it is given todays standards of living. I was glad that I went, and Dave went home with a smile on his face, which made me even happier.