Memphis Skyline and the Mighty Lights from the Observation Deck of the Pyramid
Some months
back my friend, Jane, and I began exploring destinations for a trip.It had to be somewhere neither of us had been, with a variety of opportunities to explore the local culture, which would
include an arts and music component.We
landed on Memphis where the River Arts Festival is held each October, a perfect time to visit.It wasn’t
long before we landed a downtown condominium within easy walking
distance of pretty much everything we wanted to see and do!
Trolley Lines
Getting
there was a challenge but get there, we did, just in time to grab a bit of
supper. Jane is a foodie who loves to
cook and try new dishes. She was on a mission to find the perfect BBQ so it
came as no surprise to find myself at Charlie Vergo’s Rendezvous Restaurant,
where its signature ribs were considered a legend.I’m told that many of the servers have been
with the Rendezvous for decades, along with Mr. Charlie’s kids, grandkids and
extended family. At the end of the meal, walking home with doggy bag in hand,
we laid down a verdict. It was good, but was it great?For us, on that particular evening, it was
not.
Our first
full day we spent getting our bearings.We laid in groceries, wine and other beverages, and started getting
the lay of the land by riding the trolley.Our condo was situated directly on the Madison Avenue Line, a couple of blocks from the Main Street Line and another
couple from the Riverfront Line.We
hopped onto the Main Street Line only to discover that neither the Main Street
or Riverfront Lines were operating at full capacity due to the upcoming Freedom
Awards, the River Arts Festival and construction.We aren’t sure where the Madison
Avenue Line led but we were advised by the Trolley operator, a retired
firefighter, not to take it and we did as we were told.
Main Street Trolley
Let’s
backtrack for a moment and talk about first impressions of Memphis in the eyes
of two Canadian women in their mid 60’s.If Canadians are renowned for their manners, Memphians are doubly so.Not only is eye contact made on the street; we were almost always greeted by “Hi, how
you all doin’?” by each passerby. As with any major city’s downtown core,
there is a fair number of homeless and those needing a bit of help, none
of whom caused us any concern. One such gentlemen offered us a bit of
advice regarding our personal safety, suggesting that we should not be wandering around the City after dark.It came as no surprise when our trolley driver was not only attentive and
courteous but offered up his own suggestions regarding ‘must see’ tourist
attractions, how to remain safe while in Memphis, and a fee trolley ticket for another day.
Arcade Restaurant, an Elvis Hangout
On every
Memphian’s lips came Graceland, the one major attraction that Jane and I had
agreed would not be on our itinerary.The cost had recently increased significantly to about $70 US, along
with an additional $50+ Uber ride.Neither of us being die-hard Elvis fans, we chose to bypass it but everything else seemed to
check the boxes.In terms of personal
safety, being back in our condo by 9pm was considered prudent, not only by our
retired firefighter trolley operator but also by an off-duty police officer and
a female trucker turned short-term Uber driver who unequivocally and emphatically told Jane that
Memphis was indeed a dangerous city. In truth, Jane and I had a hard time
staying up until 9pm, let alone staying out!Our days began early and, with very few exceptions we walked to each
destination, often putting on more than 7 miles (11 km) daily; on our last
full day, I managed 11 miles (17 kms)!
Shelby County Courthouse
Mud Island from the North
Pork with Attitude
An item on
our ‘to do’ list was to have a nice cocktail at the Peabody Hotel and witness
the march of the Peabody Ducks.Each
day, precisely at 11am, mallard ducks make a grand entrance through the lobby
to the Hotel’s fountain, where they spend their day entertaining the many
guests.At precisely 5 pm, the ducks are escorted back to the rooftop. They will live there for 90 days before they
are changed out for a new set. There is nothing natural for a wild
ducks to be parading through and spending their day amongst a throng of noisy
people but they didn’t appear stressed and actually seemed to enjoy the
limelight, or perhaps it was the free food. For many, it’s unique and the cocktails were
lovely. We ended our first day with a walk down Beale Street and a late lunch
at the Pig where there is a 50’s vibe and super friendly and efficient staff. Did
the shredded pork meet Jane’s expectations for BBQ?No, it did not.The search continued!
Hernando de Soto Bridge from the Island Queen Paddle Wheeler
The Island Queen
We opted
for a Memphis City coach tour and riverboat ride on Day 2, with the thought
that the City Tour early in our stay would help us navigate the downtown. While
‘Get Your Guide’ offered such a tour, the website wasn’t particularly user
friendly, the folks at the end of the telephone line even less so, and the coach tour itself was less than satisfactory.While our guide was knowledgeable and
friendly, her rapid-fire speech and heavy Southern dialect made it difficult
for us to understand much of what she shared.The riverboat segment was a completely
different story as our guide was knowledgeable, articulate and neither Jane or
I had issues understanding him.We found
ourselves sailing the mighty Mississippi at a time when it was at its lowest in
recorded history.Indeed, I later met a
couple who arrived in Memphis via paddle boat from New Orleans. There were numerous points where the river was so low, guests
were required to disembark and take a coach downstream!
River Arts Festival
The River Arts Festival was a big draw for us in choosing
Memphis as our destination.With over
150 juried American artists in multiple disciplines, one was sure to
find something to suit their taste.Indeed, Jane came home with a small original painting and a couple of
pairs of earrings, while I now sport a new RiverFest T-shirt and a couple of business cards.By mid-afternoon,
we were both ready to head home where we could put our feet up, beverage in
hand, and relax. That night we dined at a great little Mexican Restaurant,
Margaritas which, in my humble opinion, was the best Chile Relleno I have had
in some time and my favourite Memphian meal!Everything about it, was
good, not to mention it was incredibly cheap!We would have gone back—we talked about going back—but Jane had not yet found the perfect BBQ.
Lorraine Motel, which forms part of the National Civil Rights Museum
High on our 'to do' list was the National Civil Rights Museum. As soon as I knew I was headed to Memphis, I began reading about the great Martin Luther King, which included an autobiography by Coretta Scott King. We both knew it was going to be a very full day, the end of which we might well suffer from information overload so we prepared by spending a leisurely morning at the condo before meandering our way to the museum for our 1pm reservation. The museum grounds themselves carries a weight of solemnity that is hard to describe. It weighed heavy on our hearts. Not only does one look upon the very spot where King was shot but also at the vantage point of confessed killer, James Earl Ray. There continues to be speculation to this day as to whether Ray was the killer, as put forward by Ray’s defense attorney, William Pepper, who worked tirelessly in an effort to prove that his client was part of a US government FBI/American mob assassination conspiracy.
Room 306, where MLK was shot
What we do
know is that the World lost some of its greatness on that fateful day.King’s contributions to the American civil
rights movement cannot be understated and his accomplishments continue to
reverberate through Society even today. The 1.5 hour recommended time was not
enough for Jane and me; in fact, we were there a solid 3 hours and could
have spent another 3 if our minds and bodies could have accommodated
it.We each felt the emotional toll, an agony of mind and physical tiredness as we finally exited the museum.For each of us, the Civil Rights Museum was,
without doubt, the highlight of Memphis.One cannot listen to or read King’s closing statement of his ‘I’ve Been
to the Mountaintop’ speech, made in support of sanitation workers the day before
his assassination, without feeling the sorrow underlying his words. The man knew his days were
numbered and yet he carried on.
Sanitation Workers Strike Display at the Civil Rights Museum
I am a Man Plaza and Clayborn Temple
“Well, I don’t know what will
happen now; we’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter
with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind.
Like anybody, I would like to
live a long life—longevity has its place.
But I’m not concerned about that
now. I just want to do God’s will.
And He’s allowed me to go up to
the mountain. And I’ve looked over, and I’ve seen the Promised Land.
I may not get there with you.
But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised
Land.
And so I’m happy tonight; I’m
not worried about anything; I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the
glory of the coming of the Lord.”
I would be remiss if I didn't mention Emmett Till. The museum was hosting the 'Emmett Till & Mamie Till-Mobley: Let the World See' exhibit. Created in collaboration with the Emmett Till and Mamie Till-Mobley Institute, the Emmett Till Interpretive Center, the Till family, and the Children's Museum of Indianapolis it tells the story of a 14-year-old boy who, in 1955, was brutally murdered. Some give this incident credit for awakening the minds of an entire generation. The exhibitchallenged visitors to make a ripple for justice in their own communities.
Our plan
for the rest of the day was to see if we couldn’t fill Jane’s craving for great
BBQ and spend some time listening to a bit of blues on Beale Street. Just around the corner from the Civil Rights
Museum one can find Central BBQ.To my
unrefined palette, the BBQ chicken was fine but Jane still didn’t feel like she
had found her soulmate in BBQ rib form.The search continued.
Beal Street
We soon
found ourselves at B.B. King’s Blues Club, where we listened to a great band
and tried on a variety of tasty cocktails before making our way home.Before leaving home, my partner suggested that best
time to experience Beale Street is after 11pm, we didn’t even try.It just didn’t seem like a smart option.My partner visited Beale Street in the company of 3 men, all of
whom, with the exception of himself, are relatively imposing in size and
stature.Jane and I were not oblivious to the significant police
presence not only on the strip but who presumably are privately contracted by many of the clubs. We aren't talking about your average bar bouncer; we are talking big, gun toting men, with handcuffs hanging out of their back pockets, making themselves very visible. Children are not allowed on the street after 11pm after which all
entrances are blocked by Memphis Police and passers through are searched for
weapons.No, it didn’t strike us as a
place for two senior women to be hanging out only to walk the several blocks back
to the condo in the dark, along deserted streets. Call it intuition, call it street smarts, call it anything you like;
this was simply not in our cards.
The next
stop on our Memphis Tour was the Rock ‘n’ Soul Museum.There are a number of options when it comes
to music museums in this City, including Sun and Stax Studios, Memphis Music
Hall of Fame, Blues Hall of Fame, W. C. Handy House Museum and, of course,
Graceland.What helped us narrow the choice
is the role the Smithsonian plays as an affiliate to the Memphis Rock ‘n’ Soul
Museum. We were not disappointed.Created by the Smithsonian in the year 2000, this newcomer to Memphis
tells the story of musical pioneers who overcame racial and socio-economic
barriers influencing music on a global scale. It didn’t take long for the institution to find a foothold; in August 2004, the Memphis rock ‘n’ Soul Museum was
established as one of the city’s most prominent museums. The self-guided audio
tour allowed us to immerse ourselves in the history of rock and soul accompanied by a significant playlist of tunes that one can select throughout.
One of the many Murals gracing the City
It wasn’t
long before we found ourselves on our last full day in Memphis.We anticipated that there may be attractions
that required a ‘divide and conquer’ approach.Jane had an itch to scratch and, while she tried to put it out of mind
when she discovered that there was nothing nearby, she couldn’t quite leave it
to rest.Shopping; shopping called her
and, after some searching, she discovered a mall, some distance away that she
simply had to explore.While I’m by no
means adverse to sticking my head into a few stores and meandering around,
investing a full day into shopping?Shoot me now!
So Jane
hopped into an Uber and I headed for the Burkle Estate, also known as the Slave
Haven Underground Railroad Museum.This
wee diamond in the rough was not on our radar before arriving in Memphis.One statement that was heard repeatedly
throughout our visit was: ‘Cotton was King in Memphis'. In the mid-1800s,
the need for free labor was in high demand.’ While the history of slavery in these turbulent times is, to say the least, disturbing, it
is good to know that there has always been those individuals who risked life and limb to bring this barbaric
practice to an end. German immigrant Jacob Burkle and his family played such
a role. It is believed that the Burkle home was purpose built for the intention of aiding and hiding runaway slaves. A small cellar, the first part of the home to be constructed, can be accessed through small ports deliberately created in its walls, leading to the crawl space. A large magnolia tree, a symbol of sanctuary, still stands sway over the home. The The risks taken by the Burkle family is outmatched only by the cleverness of the
runaway slaves, who became adept at disguising messages often by hiding them in plain sight including within the metaphors found in the lyrics of spiritual hymns such as 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot' and the airing of
patterned quilts on porch rails used as road maps toward Freedom.
Later in
the day, we headed to the Memphis Pyramid,
home of Bass Pro Shop, the Lookout Restaurant and the country’s tallest free-standing elevator, no less
than 28 stories in height.The Lookout is the gateway to the glass observation deck, providing two vantage points to
downtown Memphis and the Mississippi River.Jane wanted to see the view during the day while I was looking forward
to the evening when we could enjoy the Mighty Lights Bridge show.We successfully managed both by arriving in time to enjoy
the daytime skyline, after which we imbibed in a couple of cocktails while waiting
for the sun to set. It was indeed impressive to look down upon, not only downtown Memphis and Mud Island, but also the states of Arkansas and Mississippi.
Beale Street Neon
We ended
our Memphis visit with one more trip to B.B. King’s Blue’s Club where we were
again serenaded by an excellent blue band.There Jane caught sight of another patron’s meal, a massive plate of
BB’s Famous Lip Smacking Ribs and it wasn’t long before a similar plate was set
before her. I chose a dish that also
appeared on every menu, the Sausage & Cheese Platter. I’m happy to report
that Jane fully endorsed the lip smacking quality of ribs, baked beans and slaw . My fare was simple but tasty, plus I had enough left over to turn it into my afternoon
meal on the long flight home. Sadly,
I discovered at the airport that I had left it in the refrigerator at the
condo.I sure hope the housecleaner took
advantage of my neatly prepared and packed lunch!
BB's Lip Smacking Ribs
And, while the ribs satisfied Jane's yearning for really good BBQ, her favourite Memphis meal was from a food truck at a Grizzlies NBA team rally. Not a place where one would expect great food and not a place where one might expect to find either Jane or me but there it is! Kind of fitting when one thinks of the Canadian connection; the Grizzlies were from Vancouver, BC before relocating to Memphis!
We were at
the airport bright and early the following morning. We said our
goodbyes and headed to our respective homes, me to snowy Alberta and Jane to
still fall British Columbia. Wefully satiated in our immersion of Memphis history and
culture, even if we didn’t see Graceland or experience the witching hour on Beale Street.If there are regrets, perhaps we could have used another couple of hours (on a different
day) at the National Museum of Civil Rights.Yes, Friends, it’s that impressive!While
there are small things that might have elevated our condo to the next level we
would recommend and stay there in a future trip to Memphis.That said, neither of us feel the need to
return at this point in time.While we didn’t exhaust
all tourism opportunities, we are in agreement that we ticked off all of the
boxes that initially attracted us and then some.Will there be another Jane and Brenda adventure?Perhaps.Time will tell. For now, we have memories of Memphis.
