Friday, October 12, 2012

The Mound Builders

 North America did not have great cultures that produced pyramids or temples on the scale of South America, Northern Africa, Asia or the Middle East.  Instead the people who lived here produced mounds--thousands and even tens of thousands of mounds.  I always knew there were some--I just never knew there were so many.



When I found the little state park just outside of Memphis to spend the night I discovered there was a Chucalissa Indian reservation, a museum and a mound right in the midst.



This platform mound was created over the years 1350 to 1600 C.E.  Hundreds of people carried over 380,000 baskets full of dirt 1/4 of a mile to construct it.

There is a great deal of speculation as to what tribes built the tens of thousands of mounds scattered throughout the continent, what was the significance of the mounds, and why did the construction stop.   
 
According to the museum--These mounds were built by the Mississippian Culture as foundations for the temple and other public buildings.  They were constructed in stages over a period of several generations. Each time a building was replaced a new layer of earth was added to the mound in basket loads carried on the backs of the villagers.  The mound and the temple on its top were regarded as sacred and no one but the chief, his sisters, priests and temple guards were allowed there.




I have my own theory.  I agree, those mounds were used for worship where great stories where told about the origins of the ancestors,  their god or gods who created them and their world, and the ceremonies necessary to please those gods.  And those stories said, "You and your people are the center of the whole world."
But then the white men appeared and things began to change.  I noted that the last of the mound building occurred in the 1400 to 1600 period--just as the European explorers arrived.



Suddenly, it was obvious those people were not 'special' after all.  There were other strange beings,  Gods, and new creation stories that made the white tribes just as 'special'.
 I think it must have been as startling and eye-opening to the natives as an invasion and occupation by little green men from outer space would be to modern men--and their religions.  Would the Christian creation story still continue if another, more advanced culture were to appear? (That culture would certainly have to be more advanced if it were to reach us from some far-away universe).  Would our world's religions, and eventually all the churches, mosques and temples, be abandoned just like the pyramids and Indian mounds--yet perhaps replaced with a new and more 'enlightened' religion?

 
 Who knows?  But at the very least, I think it might be a better world if we all stopped thinking we were so 'special'.  But what great edifice would we erect if we weren't building temples to the gods? Hmm.....

Monday, October 8, 2012

Graceland

Okay, I lied.  There is one 'Tourist Trap' that I intentionally went looking for.  After all, I was a teenager when Elvis came on the scene and I sobbed over several lost boyfriends while listening to Elvis' songs (notably "Heartbreak Hotel") --over and over and over again.  My mother loved music and dancing but thought Elvis was obnoxiously loud and gaudy.  My step-father said he thought Elvis' music sounded like 'some virgins were about to be sacrificed in a volcano.' (I suspect he was right--except for the volcano)


Graceland sits right on the edge of Memphis in a not-very-upscale part of town.  The first thing I learned is that parking for my vehicle at Graceland was $25!  Whoa!  So I drove a 1/2  block down the street to a shopping center featuring only Elvis memorabilia and asked, "How much to park here?"  "It's free," the security guard said.  Of course he was hoping I would buy a few souvenirs.  So I did--two postcards.
As I  approached the mega complex of museum, memorabilia, movies and mansion I passed two of his private planes but declined the tour of either.

When I told a young friend of mine that morning that I was going to Graceland she asked, "Isn't that the home of that 'Parsley' guy?"
Sigh!  A reminder that fame (and this tourist trap) will not last forever.
He was also known as "Elvis the Pelvis"...
I don't think 'Pelvis Parsley' would have sold as many records.


If you blow this photo of the mural up to gargantuan size you will see that it is made up of hundreds of tiny photos--of all them, fans, I suppose.  His music was playing everywhere and I was definitely one of those fans at that moment.


A mini-bus picked a group of us up in front of the ticket complex and drove us across the street onto the very extensive grounds and up to the front door of  Elvis' home.  He bought this house in 1956 and lived here for 20 years until he died.  By today's standards it is not that ostentatious.  There are whole subdivisions everywhere with houses that are larger than his. But there are enough acres around this one to protect it from the street and all those adoring fans.


Is there any other musical entertainer's home in this country with this designation?  I can think of writer's and artists but not singers.  
 
The decor is definitely '60's and '70's with a lot of art deco' thrown in.



According to the guide, Elvis did most of the decorating himself.


I do not think I could have worked in this kitchen.  It was dark and dismal.  The carpet made me think of 'leftover pizza'.
Would I ever have liked this?  I admit to liking the hanging lamp shades and we even had some similar in our house in Santa Barbara.

This was Elvis' pride and joy--his TV room.  The colors are actually all yellow, white and navy blue.  He had 3 tv's installed because he heard that President Kennedy watched all three news channels at once.


Something tells me there is a story with this little guy but I never found anyone that knew what it was.


Now, look carefully at his gameroom--every surface is covered with material....

Floors, ceiling, walls and all match the fabric on the sofa.  It's just a bit over-whelming.  I couldn't help but wonder what he was smoking when he designed this.

I was astonished at the number of gold records he had in his lifetime--and beyond.  Year after year he continues to gross millions through his music.  

John Lennon once said,  "Before Elvis, there was nothing."  
Well the impact of his music is legendary and has influenced everything popular that we listen to today--over 50 years later.  


The pool wasn't that impressive but right behind it were the graves of...


His mother, his father, his twin that died at birth, and Elvis himself.

On his tombstone...

".....He revolutionized the field of music and received its highest awards.
He became a living legend in his own time and earned the respect and love of millions....."

I cannot argue with that.

I skipped the car museum and the concert film.  But I am not sorry I stopped here.  It was fun to see and remember old Elvis...

He would have been 77 this year!
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Saturday, October 6, 2012

On the Road from Chattanooga to Memphis

On the road to Memphis (sounds like a country-western song, doesn't it) I found this state park for the night.


Lo and behold, it turned out to be the home of Davy Crockett before he left Tennessee.



from their brochure..."David Crockett was a pioneer, soldier, politician, industrialist, legislator, statesman, patriot and hero.  In this spot he developed a powder mill, gristmill and a distillery along the bank of the Shoal Creek.  These operations were washed away in a flood in 1821."


Crockett died at the Alamo in 1836, while aiding the Texans in their fight for independence from Mexico.
 
Something is going screwy with the color in my camera.  I am getting far too many pictures like this now.  GRRR.  It probably is because I don't know how to work the adjustments.  Do you think I should read the 'How-to' booklet? After over a year of using it, I think it might be time. 


But sometimes the colors come out just right.  Fall is approaching, can you tell?



Anyway, I truly appreciate Davy's old homestead.  It was a beautiful spot for spending the night.  Not too expensive either--$16 per night and I got a hot shower, dumped the tanks, filled the water tank and got to barbecue a pork chop on the grill.  Life is good.

 That is a cotton field ready for harvest.



When I reached Memphis I headed right for Neeley's Interstate Bar-B-Q restaurant.  It was written up in USA Today as the best place in the whole USA for a BBQ'd pork Sandwich.



So I ordered the pork sandwich and I have to concur....it was the best I've ever eaten!  (I would have taken a picture but the sandwich was gone before I thought about pulling out the camera)

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Rock City--part 1

At the very top of Lookout Mountain is a tourist attraction known as Rock City.  It is a botanical and geological garden with some jaw-dropping rock formations accented by a view that rivals anything I have seen east of the Mississippi.

 

From their brochure:  "Since Rock City Gardens was off the beaten path, Garnet Carter (the developer) had to devise a way to get the public up the mountain to see this unique attraction.  In 1936, he dreamed up a new kind of road sign, one that would ultimately become as famous as Rock City itself.  Summoning a young painter named Clark Byers, he told him of his plan to paint an advertising message on the roofs of barns alongside major highways.  By the 1950's, Garnet's message was painted on over 800 roofs from Michigan to Texas to Florida.  Journalists began calling Clark and his helpers the "Barnyard Rembrants," and vacationers by the thousands heeded the call to 'See Rock City'.  Garnet died in 1954 and Clark died in 2004. Their hard work is still evident along the highways and the barns are much loved pieces of Americana."


 Well, I am a sucker for a pretty garden so I put on my hiking shoes and started out....



Clearly the rock formations were going to be interesting.


Very quickly I began to marvel at the size and structure of the rocks.  How did these amazing hunks of granite get to the top of this mountain?  Why did I eat that large order of French Fries at lunch?

































Did I ever mention that I do not do well with heights?  Oooh, those French Fries are not sitting too well.




I was so relieved to learn there was another path around that flimsy, hanging, swaying, rickety bridge.



But when I saw this I really began to sweat.   I also must stress that this photo does not even begin to show the dramatic effect of this outcropping.

And if you look closely at the photo above you can just see the following.....



I have no idea how all that water gets to the top of that mountain either.



They are not kidding!  Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia,  North Carolina,  South Carolina, Georgia and Alabama.



More to follow so please continue to Part 2.

Rock City-- part 2

I was really enjoying the walk among the amazing rocks and beautiful gardens....

 
   

There were stairways and walkways that made 'rock climbing' available for even the most sedentary visitor...

However, some spots were more challenging than others.  Oh, the mortification if one were to get stuck in one of these crevasses. (Yep, I got through that one, but I had to "suck it in")
 
That big guy is actually resting on that little one.  Whatever you do--don't sneeze!



I stood under that rock and wondered how long it had been since Tennessee had experienced an earthquake.


I got one final view of that over-hanging rock formation when I saw the platform ...Could I go out there?


Yeah!  I did it!  


And this was the photo I was able to take from that platform.  Wow!  Rock City was pretty amazing and well worth the time to get there.  Thanks again, Wendy and Mike.  I loved it.