By John Grindrod – guest columnist
As for Lady Jane and my third and final city in our spring to Volunteer State, Nashville, once we traveled the 212 miles of Memphis and reached the outskirts, we had planned an excursion to Andrew Jackson’s estate, Hermitage, 12 miles east of the city. .
There is a museum, where there is a lot to read and hear about Jackson and especially about his victory at the Battle of New Orleans and, of course, the mansion. In addition, there are symptoms that direct you to other parts of the world. Farm of 400 acres, where agricultural operations were carried out and where you can still see the basic contours of the houses of agricultural workers.
The commented tour of the mansion was enlightening about everyday life here, either before Jackson’s two terms in the workplace and after his return in 1837, unfortunately, without having the opportunity to live out his days with his beloved wife Rachel, who had passed away. of the center illness a contentious crusade before Jackson’s first term.
Much of what was in the original mansion, adding wallpaper, floors and furniture, that Jane and I discovered impressive enough for a construction over 175 years old.
When the tour reached the back porch and hallway separating the kitchen from the formal dining room (to keep the heat out of the house), my sunglasses, embedded in my cap, slipped off the bill and broke when they hit the placed bricks. long before its acquiredArray which, unfortunately, I found interesting.
To the east of the mansion a giant and impressive garden, containing the graves of Jackson and his wife Rachel, as well as the graves of several members of Jackson’s family, partly giant ones adopted by the childless couple.
While we enjoyed the scale and the history lesson, Jane and I agreed that there was also a sense of sadness that such a good-looking estate was also a position of bondage and distress for a lot of slaves.
After our stay at the Hermitage, we headed to Franklin, a suburb of Nashville, and checked into an 11-story hotel.
The next morning, after a full hot breakfast, it’s time to make the 25-minute trip to downtown Nashville, Lower Broadway, the famous honky-tonk entertainment district, where live country music spills down the street from each and every open window. We discovered a teland right after Bridgestone Arena, the home of Nashville’s NHL team, the Predators. I expected good parking and got it, $35 for our 8 hours.
Many of the honky tanks we saw as soon as we entered the community were affiliated with singers, such as Alan Jackson, Kid Rock and John Rich (of Big and Rich). One-hour tour in the Old Town Trolley to see music city’s top attractions.
The driving force also to the microphone as a consultant and did a wonderful job in her dual role, highlighting positions such as the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Tennessee State Capitol and Music Row, where singers such as Elvis, Dolly Parton and Garth Brooks recorded in the studios that line Array Street especially in the most famous , RCA Studio B.
As we crossed the Lower Broadway district, I enjoyed the story of the excursion guide on the unique honky tonk painted in lavender, Tootsie’s. She told us that the bar, years ago, was the place where Willie Nelson would scribble the lyrics to “Crazy” on a towel bar and then sell it to Patsy Cline for $50, the bill amount of her bar. Line continued to record it, and it has become his classic.
When we returned from our tour, honky’s tanks were in full swing. We had a favorite Nashville dish, the hot bird sandwich (with giant amounts of cayenne pepper) at Honky Tonk Central and enjoyed the live music. I’ll point out if your stop in Nashville is that the bands you listen to in the bars don’t get paid and are only given at the level to play and get tipped, so plant buckets of tips on each and every honky tonk.
Throughout our day drinking beer and jumping honky tonk, we listened to very clever music at various institutions of budding musicians in hopes of succeeding. I would say my favorite among many Legend’s Corner, where the lead singer played such an unpleasant violin between her lyrics.
We walked along the Cumberland River admiring the boardwalk. If you visit, I will also advise you to cross one of the longest pedestrian bridges in the world, the John Seigenthaler Bridge, which crosses Cumberland so you can take a closer look at the river. at Nissan Stadium, where the NFL Titans play.
Even though I didn’t know I could enjoy a trip to Tennessee that didn’t come eventually on the Smokies, I actually enjoyed Chattanooga, Memphis and Nashville, which was Lady Jane and my edition of the Tennessee Three-Step.
By John Grindrod
Guest columnist
John Grindrod is a regular columnist for The Lima News, a freelance editor and editor and two-book editor. Contact him in grinder@wcoil. com.
John Grindrod is a regular columnist for The Lima News, a freelance editor and editor and two-book editor. Contact him in grinder@wcoil. com.
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