A hot dozen from Krispy Kreme in Huntsville, Alabama, was our decadent tradition every time we made the trip down there. So this was our final stop on our way out of town after saying our final goodbyes to Neil's mom this morning (She passed away Wednesday, March 3). I'm sure people driving by thought I was crazy for standing in the parking lot, taking a picture of the Krispy Kreme sign. The photo is totally washed out in the bright sunlight, but I kind of like it. Goodbye and so long, Huntsville. Thanks for the memories. And the doughnuts.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Day Sixty Four
Elvis Slept Here. Really.
It turns out he did stay here, and of course, this hotel is quite proud of that fact. There is framed memorabilia in the lobby where I took this picture. At the time, the hotel was the Huntsville Hilton.
One of the coolest items is this receipt for a breakfast signed by "The King" himself. He had yogurt, fruit, 2 eggs, 1 milk, 2 pots of coffee and OJ. Sounds like a healthy meal. The total came to $15.05. He left a $4.00 tip.
His entourage rented the entire third floor, which is where we're staying tonight. They say he would enter and exit through the kitchen to avoid the crowds waiting for him and that hourly employees would literally bump into him in the halls. Apparently he was very friendly and called everyone "Hoss".
He stayed in room 1331--their "presidential suite", which is just off the elevator. Even though it's been 35 years since he stayed here, it's cool to think some of his rock and roll DNA might still be floating about. (I mean, you know how clean hotel rooms can be. Not!) Getting to unexpectedly stay on the same floor Elvis Presley hung out on all those years ago and walk the same halls kind of made our sad visit to Huntsville a little lighter. It also brought back some great memories of seeing him in concert--a once in a lifetime opportunity I'll never forget.
My family is here in Huntsville, Alabama, today and tomorrow for my mother-in-law's funeral. We're staying at the Holiday Inn on Monroe Drive near the Von Braun Civic Center. When we checked in this afternoon, I said to my daughter Holly, "I wonder if this is where Elvis stayed when he did concerts at the civic center back in 1975."
It turns out he did stay here, and of course, this hotel is quite proud of that fact. There is framed memorabilia in the lobby where I took this picture. At the time, the hotel was the Huntsville Hilton.
One of the coolest items is this receipt for a breakfast signed by "The King" himself. He had yogurt, fruit, 2 eggs, 1 milk, 2 pots of coffee and OJ. Sounds like a healthy meal. The total came to $15.05. He left a $4.00 tip.
His entourage rented the entire third floor, which is where we're staying tonight. They say he would enter and exit through the kitchen to avoid the crowds waiting for him and that hourly employees would literally bump into him in the halls. Apparently he was very friendly and called everyone "Hoss".
He stayed in room 1331--their "presidential suite", which is just off the elevator. Even though it's been 35 years since he stayed here, it's cool to think some of his rock and roll DNA might still be floating about. (I mean, you know how clean hotel rooms can be. Not!) Getting to unexpectedly stay on the same floor Elvis Presley hung out on all those years ago and walk the same halls kind of made our sad visit to Huntsville a little lighter. It also brought back some great memories of seeing him in concert--a once in a lifetime opportunity I'll never forget.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Day Sixty Three
Simply Blue
Could the sky have been more blue today? I think not. I took this out the car window with my cell phone on the fly toward daughter Holly's house this afternoon to deliver her daughter Shelby home from school. Such a beautiful day. Wish I could have spent more of it swimming in that deep blue sky.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Day Sixty Two
Lila Ruth Fussell Ranft
January 22, 1917 ~ March 3, 2010
She was an Army wife, loving and devoted to her husband and son.
Probably early twenties here--she had her own style and that never changed through the years.
Around ten years old here.
We're not sure of her age in this picture. As with a lot of folks, she didn't label her photographs. Although we tried in recent years to have her identify as many as we could, we waited too late to ask her about a lot of her pictures.
She must be about one year old here with her sister Erline, who she adored and who was a huge influence in Ruth's life. They were born in New Brockton, Alabama. And no matter where her Army life led her, from Texas to Greece, Alabama was always home. She will be missed. Rest in peace, Lila Ruth. You deserve it.
January 22, 1917 ~ March 3, 2010
My honey/hubby Neil's mother passed away tonight. She was 93 years old. Although her body failed her in recent years, her mind was still sharp. She never complained during the hospital stays (and not at all that I can recall). She always seemed to accept whatever condition she found herself physically. She put up a good fight.
She was an Army wife, loving and devoted to her husband and son.
Probably early twenties here--she had her own style and that never changed through the years.
Around ten years old here.
We're not sure of her age in this picture. As with a lot of folks, she didn't label her photographs. Although we tried in recent years to have her identify as many as we could, we waited too late to ask her about a lot of her pictures.
She must be about one year old here with her sister Erline, who she adored and who was a huge influence in Ruth's life. They were born in New Brockton, Alabama. And no matter where her Army life led her, from Texas to Greece, Alabama was always home. She will be missed. Rest in peace, Lila Ruth. You deserve it.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Day Sixty One
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