This morning I took Christian and Emily to the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis. Christian said it was pretty amazing to see the place where Martin Luther King Jr. was shot, a place he knew only through textbooks and a documentary to this point. Dr. King is one of our nation's historical heros whom I deeply adore, and the Civil Rights movement yielded some remarkable and inspiring acts of selflessness and courage. It was powerful to be taken back in time to the events of this era.
We hustled back to the Peabody Hotel where we met Grammy and the boys to watch the duck master roll out the red carpet and bring down the ducks (from the hotel roof) in the hotel's elevator to swim in the lobby fountain. It's an odd tradition, but a popular one, judging from the lobby packed with tourists.
From there we crossed into the alley to partake of the best barbecue at Rendezvous. I ate my weight in BBQ chicken. No, I'm not exaggerating.
We had to take the kiddos to Beale Street and bought some candy at the old hardware store--Schwab. The Rock and Soul museum was pretty cool, except that James took my headset that I could have used to learn some more history and used it to listen to jukebox selections. Christian had to get a set of drum sticks, of course!
After a visit to Cotton Row, we headed off to find our cabin somewhere in northeastern Mississippi, 2.5 hours away.
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