We made coffee and packed up the car and today we travelled to Mississippi, and Elvis’ childhood home until he was 13.
His father built the two roomed house and the contents have been donated to replicate the period. The only original features were a stone wall with a stove and a home-made fridge. The family car is parked outside the museum. We also watched a short film of his childhood, living in Tupalo, prior to the family moving to Memphis. In other news the outhouse was shared with several houses on the same street.
We had brunch at D’Cracked Egg.
On route to our nights stop and settling into our hotel, we passed fields full of cotton. I haven’t seen a cotton field before, and it was fascinating.
