Elvis and Graceland
Growing up in Germany 🇩🇪 I can't say I was an Elvis fan.
But I am certain generations before me were! If you would have told me back then, that one day I would be walking 🚶♂️ on Elvis's property I would have called you delirious! Well on that beautiful day in October I did, accompanied by my wonderful husband.
What an honor to visit "HIM"!
From his humble beginnings in Tupelo, Mississippi, to his rock & roll megastardom Elvis Presley lead a truly larger-than-life existence. When I think of Elvis I always think of the song "walking in Memphis ".
I wasn't sure what to expect. For today's standards, Graceland is not as grand as I thought. Todays mansions have entrances made for a king with huge staircases; with kitchens the size of 10 kitchens put together, where I grew up. Not to forget the walk-in pantry, dual range and a fridge big enough to store food for an entire football team.
His kitchen was dark, with carpeting. But for the era it must have been a chef's dream kitchen!
Well back then, grand was big enough. The property is most certainly a reflection of his uniqueness.
Upon entering you are equipped with a headset and tablet while John Stamos's voice is taking you back in time, room upon room, of the life of Elvis.
To be honest, seeing his grave amongst his other family members made me very sad.
It reminded me of Michael Jackson.
A similar life cut too short.
A person like you and me will never understand the intensity of fame. The price these people have to pay. Eventually isolating themselves, living in a bubble called "home 🏡 " because at some point they can no longer do things that you and I take for granted;
Going to the movies, grabbing a bite to eat at the local diner down the street, stopping for an ice cream 🍨 !
I am leaving these grounds happy to have seen them and content with my
VERY NORMAl LIFE.
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