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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.

Caturday and a Picture Worthy of a Master of The Arts

We have a beautiful picture for Artsy Fartsy Caturday.  Ohl Kali did you want to do an artsy photo?  No way…I spent all day filing and repainting my nails with mom’s help and I want them to set and dry.                                                                                   aagreenrednailsThese colours would be perfect for Christmas.                                                                       caturdayartbannerWell, let’s get back to the purpose of the post.  ME!  For Athena Cat Goddess Wise Kitty, mom zoomed in on my picture, making me look like a politician….no not a politician, they seem to be getting frowns from most peeps these days.  Shall I be so daring as to say the Statue of Shoko. MOL

aacounter-shokoThen she chose VanGogh out of Lunapics art effects.

aavangoghThis my friends is blue on me.  I think its my colour…it matches my eyes.

Do drop by Athena Cat Goddess Wise Kitty and see your pals posing.  Simply click on the blog hop host and  you’re there.

What do snowmen eat for lunch?
Ice-bergers.  MOL…haha                                                                           sistersinarmswinterHave a great weekend my friends.

 

Barkerville

Finally Barkerville stood on the horizon.  We all leaped out of the car after a long drive drive.  It took two and a half hours to get here.  We all headed for the bathroom.  Much better.  So let’s see some sights.  My word, its cold as charity up here in the mountains.  Let’s go Meiko, Pete, Timmy and Buddy Budd….let’s run and warm up.

Our first stop was the church on the edge of the town.

                                                         Einstein and Flat Shoko sat on the piano and imagined the gold miners and their wives coming to church so many years ago.

Two horses pull the carriage through the main street.  Notice the wet roads.  They’re about to get much wetter.  It just started hailing when we arrived.

Timmy and Buddy Budd just had to run onto the carriage.  They said it kinda smelled funny.

It started hailing again and we ran for cover.                                                          Mom and dad decided it was lunch time so Einstein and I followed mom and dad inside the restaurant.  Meiko, Pete, Buddy Budd and Timmy went looking for Bashful and Chip because we hadn’t seen them for quite some time now.                                                          I loved the Jasmine Tea mom shared with me.  It warmed me up inside.

Einstein had some of dad’s Chinese food but he said it was horrible.  He liked more meat…..this stuff was all noodley.

The hail stopped while we ate so we braved the elements again.  The guys had found Bashful and Chip looking calm as can be beside the towns communal water spout.

DSCN4056Do you notice that Bashful is standing on the top of his stone.  What happened to make him do a stone stand?  Nobody was saying much of anything.

This is a family home in the 1800’s.

                                                                                  The miners that lived by the creek would check into a boarding house when they needed a real good night’s sleep and a bath.  Only $10 a night.

The saloons did an awesome business with all the money and nowhere but Barkerville to spend it.

Hurdy Gurdy Girls

Although the Barkerville saloons already had women entertainers, much excitement was caused in the summer of l865 when there arrived from San Francisco an organized group of dancing partners, complete with musicians.

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Hurdy Gurdy Girls

The girls danced with the miners for a dollar a dance to the rhythms made by two fiddlers who reportedly sang loud so the music could be heard above the noise of the stomping feet.

Starved of women’s company and faced with the troupe’s determination to deal in nothing but dance steps, the men developed a style of dancing that both surprised and exhausted their partners.

The main point of this step, as described by those who were there, was for the man to lift his partner repeatedly as high as he could off the floor, at the same time swinging her feet aloft.

Here we are in the Hotel that featured the Hurdy Gurdy Girls daily.

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Bashful and Chip grabbed a comfortable spot on the shelf to watch the action.

It was hailing again so we all thought it was time to leave.  The Barkerville peeps were inside and away from the cold, hail and mud.

We all piled in the car and dad put the heat on.  We all said. “Awwww” in unison and started out of Barkerville.  I told mom that we hadn’t seen the gold fields or panned for gold.  Mom said it was too miserable and nobody would help us anyway.  The flats would just have to take our word for it.

As we left Barkervile we passed beside Williams Creek….the river that started the gold fever.                                                                         Bye Cariboo…heellllo Prince George area.

We must be getting close….the old mooses sign is back out again.

Here we are.  It didn’t seem to take as long getting home.

We hope you enjoyed coming on our tour of Barkerville.  The weather could have been better but we flats and rocks had a great time.

Mom, Meiko and my furs are stinking up…MOL….sorry I meant our furs are sticking up…right Meiko?  There are bent ears all around too.  Ok, we’ll get them fixed with this special stuff dad gave us Shoko.  There we go every cat looks just about as good as new.  We are tired mom so we’ll call it a nite.  Nite all my flats and rocks.  Anybody need a story to fall asleep?  Not tonight mom…I’m asleep on my paws.