Be prepared for a wait. The cafe serves almost a half-million people a year. We got there after 2 on Thursday and had a short wait before a table was available. You are given a beeper that will let you know when your table is ready so you can wander around outside if you want. Since it was such nice weather, we sat outside in the shade and enjoy the rural setting.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Today I'm featuring a snippet from "Haints in Hollywood," a humorous short story featuring Darlene, Richie, and Tommy Ray, who were characters in "Laid to Rest." It's 1957 and they have left Mississippi on their way to Hollywood where Darlene hopes she'll become the next Marilyn Monroe.
They do end up in a town called Hollywood. But instead of being filled with movie stars, it has ghosts, vampires, zombies and even a spooky owl. Join the fun as Darlene ends up in a haunted hotel, gives a ghost advice on love, and finds a guy on Harley carrying a crossbow pretty hot.
“The sign says Hollywood.” He beamed a stream of light toward a small billboard where white magnolias decorated a dark green sign that read: Welcome to Hollywood.
“It’s not the right Hollywood,” I told Tommy Ray. “I’ve never heard of this town.” I hadn’t seen it listed on the road map either.
“Hold the light steady,” Richie said as he stepped onto the shoulder of the road and took a look at the sign. “Appears the population is dropping.”
Beneath the name of the town, the sign read: Pop. 852. A black X had been painted over the eight fifty-two. Next was five hundred six. There was an X over that, too. The numbers continued to dwindle until the last number, which was thirty-four, had been crossed out, too. The town must have come upon hard times.
“I guess they quit updating the sign,” I said.
“I don’t like it,” Richie said, glancing down the long, dark strip of pavement ahead of us. “Got a bad feeling about this. Real bad feeling.”
Posted by Patricia Preston at 6:54 PM
Friday, October 2, 2015
It dodges clouds high in the sky,
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn season is giving birth.
Oh, it must be October...
~Pearl N. Sorrels
October is my favorite month of the year. Out of all the seasons, autumn is the one I enjoy most. Maybe it comes from childhood when we always started back to school in September and it was a time for new clothes and a new routine. Later on, my son was born in October, so that made the month special, too.
Now I just love the mild weather as the season transitions from summer to winter. It seems fall never lasts long enough, but while it is here, I love to get out my camera. Especially on the Natchez Trace where the color is always striking.
Besides the beauty of fall in October, my favorite TV shows are returning. This Wednesday, I can't wait to find out what happens to Sam and Dean in Supernatural and what is the Darkness? I have seen the previews. This season looks to be dark in keeping with what has been unleashed. And next Sunday, the Walking Dead returns. Such an awesome show! Rick is one of the best characters ever. He has gone through such great arcs. It will be interesting to see what happens to him this season. Plus the rest of the cast is terrific and Daryl is the hottest redneck ever.
So I will leave you with a photo to enjoy!
Posted by Patricia Preston at 5:51 AM
Sunday, September 20, 2015
I am posting this in memory of three dear friends of mine who left this world too early. They were all writers and we shared that special bond for many years. I still have gifts they gave me as well as the memories of telephone conversations and trips taken together. How I would love to see them once again and talk for a while. Their deaths were sudden and I didn't get to tell them goodbye or that I would not forget them despite the passing of time.
So if you have good friends, people that are special to you, do as Henry Beecher suggests. Fill their lives with sweetness because you never know when that opportunity will end.
Posted by Patricia Preston at 7:26 PM
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
The builder was Clarence Saunders, who founded the first self-service grocery store, Piggly Wiggly, in 1916. The store featured aisles and a check-out lane. It was the beginning of a revolutionary way of shopping for groceries. The format, which would be a standard for supermarkets, made Saunders millions.
In early 1922, he began construction on an elegant Georgian mansion that was 36,500 square feet. Saunders claimed he was building a landmark that would last a thousand years. Yet he never got to live in the house. But by 1923, Saunders had lost his fortune in a stock market gamble. He had to file bankruptcy, and he lost the unfinished mansion to creditors, who donated it to the City of Memphis. It was opened as a museum in 1930.
Saunders planned to name the house Cla-Le-Clare after his children, and it was called the Memphis Museum of Natural History and Industrial Arts. But the nickname given to it by the residents of the city, the Pink Palace, finally became its official name in 1967. I'm glad the house has been preserved. It's a great place for research, but still it seems a bit empty history-wise since there is no family story to go with it. I guess it proves the old saying true. People are what make a house a home.
Posted by Patricia Preston at 6:49 AM