This week on the blog is very special. For your reading pleasure, I’m bringing you a four-part series in honor of the man, the legend, the KING—Elvis Presley. Because this week, for those of you who are out of the loop, is Elvis Week.
Why, Meredith, you might wonder, I had no idea you were a huge Elvis fan. Well, I’m not. I’d never even heard of Elvis Week until yesterday when I overheard someone actually say, “Have a good Elvis Week!” Granted, I was in Memphis. And he’s kind of a big deal there. And really everywhere else on the planet.
So why not offer a tribute to him, via my blog, during the week that marks the 35th anniversary of his death? I mean, I like his music. From what I’ve learned he was a very generous and kind man. And he was certainly easy on the eyes. So, get ready to shake, rattle, and roll the week away. Despite my lameness.
Day 1: Where it all began
On our way to Memphis, we decided to make a pit stop in Tupelo, Mississippi, and check out Elvis’ birthplace.
Honestly, there was nothing that exciting that happened here. We got to see the house Elvis lived in as a child. It had two rooms. He and his parents shared the one bed. And that about catches you up.
Actually, there was ONE exciting thing that happened. Our tour included a short film that was shown in the one-room church Elvis went to as a child. The woman who introduced the film was actually related to Elvis. She zipped through the Presley family tree really fast, so I kind of missed if she was a cousin or niece or whatever else she could be in relation to him. But still! Elvis’ living, breathing family member!
Oh, and I got to touch the pulpit where, according to Elvis’ cousin/niece/whatever, Elvis himself actually touched. There is now one degree of separation between myself and Elvis. Jealous much?
Overall, I thought it was a great preface to our visit to Graceland. But you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that amazingness.