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Planes, Trains and Automobiles Pt3

So mom and dad had a most enjoyable sleep at the Hilton in Huntsville.  Unfortunately, it was a case of up and out and on the road at 8am.  No more visiting with June and Jim….mom thought of phoning them around 6:30am and thought better of it.  Dad adjusted the GPS on their little car and off they went back to Memphis.  Mom says the car ride was uneventful.

Mom and dad went cruising through Memphis and were crossing a bridge when mom hollered, “We’re in Arkansas! Let’s stop and get a souvenir of Arkansas.” Dad looked at her like she was acting weird again but stopped at a gas station. Mom jumped out….or should I say crawled out…she’d been sitting for over 4 hours. Inside the gas station, she didn’t see anything like a souvenir so asked the man behind the counter. He looked just like a serial killer off of Criminal Minds as he said, “NO..we don’t have that kind of stuff, lady!”

Arkansas gas station attendant looked just like this Criminal Minds serial killer

Arkansas gas station attendant looked just like this Criminal Minds serial killer

Look at that face…he would have scared me.

Mom went back to the car and told dad that Arkansas peeps didn’t seem that friendly so let’s get back to Memphis. Dad set up the GPS. They were back in Memphis very quickly and went to Sun Studios. This is where Elvis recorded his first songs. This place was just a “hole-in-the-wall” type of place.

l-r Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Elvis and Johnny Cash

l-r Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Elvis and Johnny Cash

The singers in the picture had their start at Sun Studio.

Mom was anxious to go and meet my friend, Pete Saunders mom for lunch. Pete is the co-leader of the ThunderCats Patrol in Cat Scouts. Off they scurried and had a terrific chat and lunch with Teresa.

Mom and dad piled into the car again and headed to the Civil Rights Museum. The museum is situated right beside the Lorraine Motel…where Martin Luther King was shot.

moments before the shot

Moments before the shot

A charismatic and power leader....what a waste?

A charismatic and powerful leader….what a waste?

One cannot help but get choked up at the plight of the coloured man/woman. It’s hard to believe that this is the United States and not some fascist country!  Can you imagine being in chains and forced to work without enough water or food? Your family was taken away from you and sold to plantations far away. Never, ever knowing where your child ended up…is he alive or dead? In western Canada, we heard some news about the struggles of Negroes and saw some riots on TV but we were not in the climate of anxiety like the southern states were. To do this museum justice, you must spend at least 4 hours combing through the exhibits and write-ups. Fascinating!!

The pawents headed back to the hotel. Mom says she can’t remember if she ate out….although she must have. They were very tired because they did all of these activities in one day. So it was time for a little shut-eye.

Feb 23rd. Monday morn at 4am they were up to catch. “The City of New Orleans,” to Nawlins’. Mom says the strange thing about Memphis was there were hardly any cars on the road. It was quieter than Prince George. She figures it was because of the freezing rain.

Look at the ice on this truck!

Look at the ice on this truck!

Mom and dad went slippin’ and slidin’ onto the train. Hey, this looks familiar, those steep stairs again. The bathroom is downstairs and coach isn’t.  Hmmm.

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Agh….comfy. Mom brought some sandwiches for lunch and accidentally sat on them. Whoops, she tried plumping them up a bit. A little fluffing here and there….good as new…well almost. The train started up and that was it for mom….

The busy schedule caught up with mom

The busy schedule caught up with mom

There were many sights one doesn’t see here in western Canada. The Spanish Moss hanging from the trees was beautiful. Mom wondered if the moss actually killed the tree or was it just the time of year they saw them.

Spanish moss on this tree...awesome!

Spanish moss on this tree…awesome!

Lunch time. Dad declined the squished sandwiches saying he wasn’t hungry….. ENOUGH. Mom dug into an Italian sandwich…pepperoni, Hungarian salami and cervelat salami…Mmmm. Ohh that’s another thing mom noticed…everywhere there was Coke no Pepsi. The little cafeteria on the train had Coke so a diet Coke it was.

They arrived in New Orleans around 3:30pm and headed straight for the condo. They walked into the building just off of Bourbon St. The facility was under construction…men were scuffling back and forth.  Mom was wondering if they got a “pig in a poke.” Finally they found their floor after going through several doors….which cut the noise down. Mom and dad then walked and walked and walked some more. There wasn’t a peep out of any construction folk by the time they made it to the condo. They were delighted when they opened the door.

Livingroom

Living room

Kitchen

Kitchen

Bedroom

Bedroom

Whoohoo, the same bed for more than one night. They deposited all their luggage and headed out for a bite of dinner.

At the corner of Bienville (their street) and Bourbon was a band in the middle of the street. Bourbon St, was blocked off to vehicles. Imagine….Monday night!

After watching the band for awhile the pawents ate and went back to the condo for the night. Their colds were full-blown by now and they slept like babes.

The final part will cover their stay in New Orleans and other parts of Louisiana.

Trippin’ On The Keys

 

Mom and dad waved ‘so long’ to Miami and headed past the airport….again.  I guess all roads lead towards the airport.  This time heading down the Keys.

miamist                               miamibeachsmmaimisunsetsmThey started out at 7am so they could reach Key West in plenty of time to see the sights before driving halfway back to Miami to catch the plane at 8am the next day.

kalicroppedWhat, they went past the airport, again?  How boring…I’m glad I wasn’t there.

Dad put on his GPS but the entire way down the Keys was straight.

They went over bridges to the next Key.  In the distance was the old bridge.  The old bridge looked very well-built and all of a sudden a section would be gone…                                                                             oldb1      The picture with the section missing has mom’s reflection on the glass so we chose not to use that one.

There first stop was for lunch and a look about on Key Largo.                                               cafe I never saw a Bail Bond place that also had a private investigation agency in it.

bbHey, I can’t see a private investigation agency!

closeMuch better viewing.  Mom said she was terribly impressed.  They finished up and were on the road again.

They finally arrived at Key West….mom was ready to strangle someone….she is not the sitting patiently type.  She wanted to go to Hemingway’s House and see all of the polydactyl cats.  Dad was cursing at the peeps pedaling their bikes, driving mopeds and just plain walking all over the road.  They needed a break.

Mom said seeing all the 6 toed kitties would be all the break they needed.                                                      a31A peep gathering.

Mom and a cat by the name of Walt Disney hit it off and walked the grounds together.

catwalt       Walt walked mom around to the cat cemetary.  All the cats have at least 6 toes, some have 7 toes.  All the cat occupants of Hemingway House have names of famous peeps.

cemetaryHere is the list at the cemetery of kitties that have left Hemingway House for good.  They all earned their wings and have gone to kitty hunting/playing grounds..

The second half of this post will pop up Monday.  This post seems to be rather wordy for mom so she’s giving everyone time to absorb the info.                                            Kali and Shoks

Till Monday.