Return to Memphis ~ written by Janet Bostic
👑 Memphis and specifically Graceland have been on my mind a lot lately. How can I feel such a strong kinship and an intense longing for a place I’ve only visited briefly a few times in my life? Just the mention of them brings a decided connective spirit within my being. The very sound of the words rolling off my tongue feels like home in my soul. Is it because we want to be a part of the places and things he was a part of? Is there really a Memphis “vibe” that has a sound and solid place in all things Elvis? Is it such a feeling of our desired relationship to him that we instinctively have that inherent connection? Is it real or imagined?

My parents and grandparents were from that area of the country. I know my roots are there even though I have never resided there myself. My mother was from northeastern Tennessee, my father from Northern Alabama. Their tales of poor southern life during the depression and war years and following have always struck a strangely familiar chord, especially paired with the life of the Presley’s during the early years. I remember stories and have to realistically think whether it is a family story or a Presley tale. They feel so connected and common.

~ Return to Memphis ~

Upon the hill, a home to many known secrets, sits, covering the overstuffed past while holding on to the near empty future. Love often hides the truth, protecting, enabling, and harboring many uncovered tales. These stories vary as much as the colorful characters within the walls. They scream to be shared.

Upon the hill, quiet and still, is the dwelling and roaming place of the dreamer, holding the hopes and keeping the manor set for the one who lived and loved behind those stone walls. There in body or not, the spirit remains ever present. It’s decidedly felt on a daily basis. There is no mistake.

Upon the hill, serene and majestic, the might oaks dot the grassy fields carpeted by years of sweet playful remembrance, an owner of embodied love keeps silent watch, knowing the respect and reverence the dwelling deserves. The scene never fades. It’s images are viewed by the minds of many, even those with strong memories they’ve never experienced firsthand.

Upon the hill, his life and his legacy, both carry the weight needed to cover the manicured grounds securely from end to end. The house stands still in the day, but within the imaginative bustling dreams of visitors there is activity, always on the move, never without his presence. It’s felt in all the wonderful things around, those simple stories embellished by an unexplainable but very real love.

Upon the hill, there is a monumental story yet to be completed. It’s in progress with each quiet footstep, each silent viewpoint, each adorned memory still standing tall or yet to be shared. As one portion unfolds, another gives way to more peeling layers, adding detail upon detail, wave upon wave, all important, all urgent, all remarkable for what they bring to that auspicious gilded table that currently sets empty.

Upon the hill, the house calls, an entity unto itself, an island surrounded by Memphis, a Tennessee Vatican. There is a need deep within to return to the place we’ve never been, to reside in the dwelling we never knew, and to fiercely protect the grounds we’ve never walked. A return to Memphis is a return to a simpler era, a dream yet to be realized and a return to what should have been.

Upon the hill, the home sits proudly. Always and forever his, shared by an unending reciprocal love.

About the Author: Janet Bostic has been a fan of Elvis since the age of 5 (maybe before that!) and has studied his life as long as she can remember. She saw Elvis four times including once in 1976 when she received a scarf and enjoyed a kiss and some conversation with him. Janet has taken 4 trips to Graceland, with her earliest being in 1976 when Elvis lived there. She is visiting Graceland again in the Spring of 2019. Her favorite Elvis song is “Love Coming Down.” She is the mother of triplets and (just like Elvis) her only daughter’s name…is Lisa.  Elvis has always been a huge part of her life.

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