tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575608.post116668364183318256..comments2007-03-01T23:25:40.761-08:00Comments on Willow Grace: No Grace in Gracelandmadretzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07773461029643334609madeline@retzlaff.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575608.post-1166840586384602332006-12-22T18:23:00.000-08:002006-12-22T18:23:00.000-08:00Hmmm. I've never heard anyone's reaction to Grace...Hmmm. I've never heard anyone's reaction to Graceland and I've never been. I'll definitely keep your perspective in mind, not that I've ever planned to go!Ginniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637019622691491477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575608.post-1166749968893049712006-12-21T17:12:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:12:00.000-08:00Yea, it was small. Which is a gracious part, that ...Yea, it was small. Which is a gracious part, that he didn't need something completely ginormal. And through it all, I don't think he ever forgot his roots. It's endearing that his parents lived with him.<BR/><BR/>Jimmy and I were chatting about my post and he mentioned that from the photos, it wasn't really tacky for the era, it was trendy and he was stylish so he just decorated the way the trends were and he had the money to do it all the way. But it wasn't just that. Actually being there, I could somehow feel his presence or his aura or just invision him living there or something that just made me feel sadly odd about his way of life, or the way his life headed towards the end.<BR/><BR/>Yep, it's dark and no flash allowed either. I'm just glad I could take photos at all. There were 3 Christmas trees total which were tastefully done.<BR/><BR/>Yup, that's a panda the Lisa Marie used to play with. She loved sitting in that chair. And the peacocks are stained glass.<BR/><BR/>I'm hatin' that Blogger is being so finicky on comments. When I posted this last night, it took me over an hour and a half to write because it's still hard for me to put into words how I felt after visiting Graceland. I forgot to save it before I tried to publish and I was paranoid that the whole post would be lost during the transfer. But at least there's confirmation that they know about the problems are work on them as quickly as possible.madretzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07773461029643334609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575608.post-1166741121802229882006-12-21T14:45:00.000-08:002006-12-21T14:45:00.000-08:00It happened again. I typed in my comment, then pu...It happened again. I typed in my comment, then put in my user name and password and it went somewhere in the great unknown.<BR/><BR/>What I think I said was:<BR/><BR/>I was fascinated by the pictures. Is that a panda sitting in the chair in the jungle room? And are the peacocks stained glass or painted? <BR/><BR/>It's like looking in someones window when they aren't there, but they've left just enough lights on to keep the burglars away. Is it really that dark inside all the time?Nanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04031334789098681127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575608.post-1166713566430308412006-12-21T07:06:00.000-08:002006-12-21T07:06:00.000-08:00I had the same reaction: it was bizarre, but not i...I had the same reaction: it was bizarre, but not in a time warp, flashback sort of way. It was rather sad and a little overdone for no purpose. And so small.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com