In October 2013, I visited Graceland, Elvis Presley’s mansion and grounds in Memphis, Tenn. I’m not a big Elvis fan, but I’ve always wanted to see Graceland. I’m not sure why.
I convinced my now ex-husband and parents to stop in Memphis to see Graceland on our way back from a family wedding at The Cloister, a 5-star luxury resort in Sea Island, GA.
Our Graceland experience started when we arrived at the Days Inn motel on Elvis Presley Boulevard, just across the street from the house and grounds. Among the Days Inn’s features are a guitar-shaped pool, a lobby decorated with Elvis memorabilia, an Elvis radio station blaring in the background, and sign in the parking lot that says, “Elvis Fans Parking. Violators Will be All Shook Up.”
The hotel desk clerk, a large black woman with enormous fake eyelashes, recommended that we go to Picadilly’s buffet down the street for lunch.
The House
While the living room, dining room, and kitchen reflected casual elegance worthy of a wealthy man, the family room, TV room, and billiard room were pure Vegas, with outlandish fabrics and colors and quirky furniture. Elvis had eclectic taste.
Most everything in the house and grounds was built as a “fun palace” for Elvis and his entourage of family and friends. From what I could gather from my self-guided audio tour, he liked to do things and he liked other people to do those things with him.
At Graceland, you could ride horses, play squash, swim in the pool, watch TV, play billiards, drive recreational vehicles, or jam with the King. And, if you’d never seen snow before, like his only daughter Lisa Marie, he’d fly you to Colorado and back on his airline sized plane (above) with gold-plated seat belt buckles.
And, boy, did that man have some clothes.
Such a Talent
He didn’t invent rock ‘n roll, but he was the one who brought it into the mainstream. As the marquee at the Days Inn said, “Before Elvis, there was nothing – John Lennon.”
So perhaps it’s because I love rock ‘n roll that I had to see Graceland. To learn more about the man who was born in a “shotgun shack” and grew up to become the most famous singer in the world.
Yet for all his wealth and fame, Elvis was not a happy person.
Elvis died at age 42 of a drug overdose.
Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
Its down at the end of lonely street
At heartbreak hotel.
You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.
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