A king is Born!

Since we went to the recording studio where Elvis exploded into Stardom, and went to the gaudy grand place known as Graceland, we thought we might as well stop by the place of Elvis’ humble beginnings; Tupelo, Mississippi.


I love streetslights on a wire...it's like Christmas year round.

Interestingly enough, I found out afterwards that this is also the hometown of my stepfather’s dad. I never had the chance to meet the man, but it’s interesting to find some family history on the journey.


It was a couple bucks to walk through the house and see it preserved almost the way it was when Elvis was a kid. They also have an Elvis museum on site, but after spending a couple hours at Grace just prior it didn’t seem all that fascinating to try out. They also had a gift shop, with a fairly large overpriced selection of Elvis goodies. I did purchase a postcard, which they will send for you if you request.


On the Porch where the King was born.

The house was a really quick tour. I mean it’s only two rooms; the bedroom area when you walk in and the kitchen area. But, for fast-paced historical roots of an icon, it was worth the visit. I enjoyed the house much more than Graceland, it didn’t feel like going to see a big production.

I’m told that down the street, somewhere in the quaint downtown section of tupelo there is still the Hardware store where Elvis’ mom bought him his first guitar. So, if your traveling around trying to get your Elvis tour in you might want to stop there as well.


The inside furnishings of the two room house.



A relica model of the car Elvis and his family used to move to Memphis.