Not Without a Song

Easter Sunday is a visit to Memphis, Tennessee, the home of the rhythm and blues, home of the King of Rock and Roll-Elvis Presley. It was an hour and a half drive from Jonesboro. We spent few hours strolling and taking photos by the Mississippi River. We saw part of the city in a trolley where we passed by the Orpheum Theater, and that place where Martin Luther King was assassinated. After one round on a trolley route we headed to Graceland.

The tour for the house of Elvis Presley was already closed. So we decided to just take photos outside the gate. And it was not just us. There were few tourists who were also outside taking photos of the house of Elvis. Two ladies from Toronto were there with us and they said they were inside for 6 hours the day before. There’s so much to see and if you are an Elvis fan, there’s so much to really inspire you. Just opposite the house of Elvis is the Lisa Marie plane. According to my brother-in-law, Robin, Elvis used to fly to Vegas aboard this plane to have his favourite peanut butter sandwiches. What a lifestyle.


Tennessee is a rich state. It has Nashville, its capital and also known as the Music City. Memphis itself is a rich city. I can tell that a lot of tourists come to visit Elvis’ house. A lot of souvenir shops around that sell stuffs with Elvis’ pictures, his signature, everything that will remind of him. He’s long gone but he still provides business to this city. His music is still being played everywhere in Memphis. His memory lives. His legacy stays. Memphis is never going to be Memphis "not without a song" from Elvis.

I bought some souvenirs (not to forget the fridge magnets that my friend Cez asked me to get for her) and my son, AJ, who loves music bought a pick case with a pick inside that has a print of Elvis signature on it. Then we headed to Mississippi where we had our dinner at the Colton’s. We didn’t spend much time in Mississippi as it was already time to go back home. Tiring weekend. Tomorrow, for sure we’ll sleep in.