Friday, May 16, 2014

Well, that's the end of my trip...

I got back last week, after a whirlwind visit to Montana to see my friend Laurie Ray, the bounty hunter/repo woman who saved my daughter's life in 2008.  We were lucky enough to be there to celebrate her grandma's 96th birthday with a group of Montana folks.
She's sort of like, "Back off, young man!"
We spent the final drive back from Kalispell to Seattle (On Matt's Birthday, which was the day after Grandma's) trying to wrap our heads around this 13,000 mile epic journey, trying to list the best, the worst (there really was nothing bad), the funniest, the most intense, the most intriguing...Here is the final summary list we came up with:

People we’ve seen and met:  Jack, Rowan, Coby; Stan and Liz Burroway; Thornton (aka Wattie) and Shirley Garrett; The Utah Shakespeare Players; Angie Leedy; the smiling Mormon teachers at the LDS seminary and the American Heritage School, especially Ruel, my evil twin Constitution teacher; Mike and Katie; Leslie, our Navajo guide; Kasey and Tonya; the fake “Marshall” of Dodge City; Tom Morris; Barry Marks; Leroy Thomas and Zydeco Trouble; Maynard Walton; Rachel Meyer; Julie Bradlow; Kris and Don Meyer; Laurie Ray and Grandma Jane!

Spirits we’ve encountered:  Francisco Coronado, the prisoners of Tule Lake;  Captain Jack, Rosie in Gold Hill, Mark Twain, Joseph Smith and Brigham Young, Elvis Presley, Walter White and Jesse Pinkman; George Strait; Paul Raymond; John Brown; Angel Delgadillo; the Acoma People buried in the walls of the first Catholic Church; the Apaches in the Death Cave in Twin Arrows, Arizona; Billy the Kid; the rowdy ghosts of Canyon Diablo; BB King; Emmett Till; Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth, Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr; the Four Little Girls in Birmingman; Charles Pinckney; Button Gwinnett; Buck Owens; John Wayne and Owen Wister; the Donner Party; the Acadians; William Johnson, the Barber of Natchez; the Ute, Cherokee, Lakota, Acoma, Anasazi, Navajo, Cheyenne, Natchez and many other tribes

Writers we’ve enjoyed:  Robert Louis Stevenson; Annie Proulx; Flannery O’Connor; Michael Connely; St. Paul; Francine Rivers; Allen Ginsberg; John Steinbeck

Presidents whose libraries we’ve seen:  Dwight Eisenhower; William Jefferson Clinton; Jimmy Carter

Great events and we’ve experienced:  Wedding at the Las Vegas Wedding Chapel; Vegas! The Show; The Taming of the Shrew; The Mormon Tabernacle Choir; Zydeco Breakfast in Breaux Bridge, LA; Good Friday in New Iberia; Easter Sunday at St. Augustine; New Orleans Gay Easter Parade; Blues and Funk on Beale Street in Memphis; Loretta Lynn and others at the original Ryman auditorium; Vince Gill at the Grand Ole Opry; Cajun dancing at Prejean’s in Lafayette and Mulate’s in New Orleans; sunrise hot air balloon ride over Albuquerque; Grandma Jane’s 96th birthday party in Kalispell, MT.

Hot springs and spas:  lalicious pedicure at the Spa Toscana at the Peppermill in Reno; private baths and body scrubs at the Quawpaw Baths in Hot Springs, AR; hot, cold and medium plunges at the Boulder Hot Springs in Montana.

Museums and Monuments, National Parks and Historic Sites: Crater Lake; Captain Jack’s Stronghold; Tule Lake Segregation Center; Reno Art Museum; Mark Twain Museum in Virginia City; Temple Square in Salt Lake City; Arches National Park; Monument Valley and the Navajo reservation; Zion National Park; The Grand Canyon; The Cadillac Ranch; Historic Dodge City; Hovenweep National Monument; Acoma Sky City Pueblo; Charles Pinckney Historic Site; Coronado Quivira Museum; Birmingham Civil Rights Memorial; Lorraine Motel; Edmund Pettus Bridge; Kelly Ingram Park; Money, MS country store; Pirate House and Slave Market Museum  in Charleston; Mark Twain Boyhood Home and Museum; Joseph Smith Historic Site; the African American Museum in Natchez; The Billy Graham Boyhood Home and Museum; Oral Roberts University with its Prayer Tower; the Christ of the Ozarks; Thorncrown Chapel; Paul Raymond Boyhood Home and Manhattan, KS Town Library; Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art; Wichita Art Museum; Pea Ridge Battlefield; Vicksburg National Monument; The Woody Guthrie museum; the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum; the Alta Lakota Museum; the old Colonial Cemetery in Savannah; Pea Ridge and Vicksburg battlefields

Roads:  Historic Route 66; the Mormon Trail; the California Trail; the Great River Road; the Loneliest Road; the Redneck Riviera Road; the Salt Marshes of South Carolina; the Natchez Trace Parkway; the Blue Ridge Parkway; the Las Vegas Strip; Arkansas Highway 7

Cities: Reno; Las Vegas; Salt Lake City; Albuquerque; Amarillo; Wichita;  Topeka; Little Rock; New Orleans; Birmingham; Atlanta; Memphis; Savannah; Charleston; Charlotte; Nashville

Worst mishap:  Matt’s toe during the Arches National Park Hike

Lost items: neck pillow, wireless mouse, Sonicare toothbrush, laptop power cord, Matt's seven year coin (I got him a new one), some unmentionable items also

Best views:  Monument Valley, Mount Shasta, Crater Lake in the snow, Delicate Arch, The Grand Canyon, the mighty Mississippi, the Flathead Valley in Montana, the Nicholas Sparks Carolina coastline

Most relaxation: reading on the porch swing at Zion Mountain Bison Ranch, lying on Folly Beach, playing craps in Las Vegas

Best food: Navajo tacos with fry bread; Las Vegas Buffets; crawfish boil and gumbo; fried catfish and hush puppies; giant steaks in Elko Nevada, Amarillo, TX; ribeye at the Hive restaurant in Bentonville; Bison ribeye at the Virginian restaurant in Buffalo WY;  Bite Me Barbecue in Wichita Kansas and the Whole Hog BBQ in Little Rock AR. Tuna nachos with watermelon pico de gallo at Folly Beach.

Biggest (and pretty much only) fight:  over the newfangled coffee maker at the Museum Hotel in Bentonville

Matt’s most creeped out moment: near the Apache “Death Cave” in Twin Arrows Ghost Town; top of the Acoma pueblo with dead bodies in the church walls

Adina’s most creeped out moment: when the woman at the B and B said they used the fire hoses to cool down the marchers in Birmingham.  Runner up:  12th grade civics class at American Heritage School

Total miles driven: 12,800

Best hotels: View Hotel , Monument Valley; Occidental Hotel, Buffalo, Wyoming; Hamilton-Turner Inn, Savannah

Thanks to everyone who read my blog.  Thank you to the sabbatical committee at Northwest for giving me this amazing gift.  Thank you to my parents, who provided additional funding for lodging.  Thank you to Matt Beall, my partner in travel, in recovery, and in life.  

What Next?  It's time to move into my new house, about which there will NOT be a blog, because it would be a lot less interesting.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Back in the West with all the Characters

I am writing this blog at the desk Owen Wister used when he stayed at this hotel.  I don't usually rave about hotels we have stayed at, although we have stayed at some great ones.  But this hotel is the best, on a par with the View in Monument Valley and the Hamilton-Turner in Savannah.  It's more like staying in a museum than a hotel.  We are in Buffalo, Wyoming after a very long drive from Chamberlain, SD yesterday.  Back in the West, in so many ways!

This morning, we visited St Joseph's Indian School in South Dakota.  I was a little wary, because of the horror stories of the American Indian Schools that were so abusive and practiced a form of cultural genocide.  But this school, on the surface at least, seems to be the exact opposite.  It's a boarding school, all right, but it's been redesigned and set up in a circular shape, to mimic the circles of the Native American Villages.  The students actually learn the Lakota language at the school, and are encouraged to speak it.  If you know anything about the history of Indian schools, this is the exact opposite of what used to happen.  Every September, they have a big pow-wow and invite everyone from the neighboring communities.  The teachers are Sacred Heart priests, and they seem like wacky Maryknoll or Jesuit Fathers, running around participating in sweat lodges and baptizing you with cedar branches and encouraging the kids to learn about their traditions and be proud of them.  You should see the phenomenal art that has been produced by the students and alumni - paintings, sculptures, bead and leather work, all based on the Lakota traditions.  They have now created a museum, the Alta Lakota museum, for the public to come view.

I asked them if they ever did exchanges, or had sister schools, and they said "NO!"  They were a little vehement, and when I asked why, they said it was because their school was unique and really unusual, and they wanted to keep it that way.  I  have to admit it was really rad, but I was a little taken aback at how isolated they seemed to be.  It seems like a lovely place of healing, of preserving culture and language, of helping the kids to succeed in this tough modern world while at the same time not letting them forget they are Lakota.  It made me see that teaching about Indians has got to be so much more than teaching about broken treaties and massacres and smallpox, even though that stuff is important to know about.

We drove and drove.  We were planning to stop at the Crazy Horse memorial down in the Black Hills, but I guess I hadn't really read or researched about it.  I thought it was some sort of Native American tribute to Crazy Horse, but it's a late Polish immigrant and now his family, who charge 27 dollars for you to see a view of the statue that you can see from the road, and then watch a video about the guy who started carving it and then died, and they spend the entire time talking about how they don't take any government handouts.  You should have seen the reviews on Yelp!  They were hilarious, all about how angry they were that they even went to the monument at all, how it's a rip off, how Crazy Horse's descendants hate it because it's carving into the Black Hills, and on and on.  We gave it a miss and stopped at Wall Drug instead.  For some reason, I thought this was just a drug store, but it's a giant city full of every made-in-China item, every piece of wall art with Buffalo and Eagles in it, some actual original paintings by great illustrators like N.C. Wyeth, a lot of cool Western Wear, some rides, some statues, some restaurants, and basically you could spend the whole day there without even buying anything, just browsing.  I highly recommend it, even though you think it's going to be all touristy with the millions of signs as you are approaching.
We were worried about the approaching thunderstorms, but we just had a few showers as we drove into our final destination for the night, Buffalo, Wyoming.  Full of antique furniture, taxidermy heads, and all kinds of artifacts from the writers, adventurers, outlaws, gamblers and US presidents who have stayed here!  I selected the Owen Wister suite, of course.  I love to teach about the triumvirate of Owen Wister, Frederic Remington and Teddy Roosevelt, who created the myth of the West although none of them spent much time out here.  What time they did spend, apparently, they spent at this very hotel!  We had dinner (bison and elk) at the Virginian Restaurant which is part of the hotel and saloon here, and it was great!  It's fantastic being back in the West and I think we're going to read an Annie Proulx story or two to celebrate.  Tomorrow it's on to Montana, my favorite state of all.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Back up the Great River Road with Mark Twain and the Reorganized LDS, aka “Hippie Mormons”

People in Missouri were not very creative.  For example, the people who moved west from Florida to Missouri named the town they settled in “Florida.”  That’s where Mark Twain was born.  Just down the river from Hannibal, Missouri, where he grew up, is a town called Louisiana, Missouri, named by settlers from Louisiana.  Well, they certainly have a tourist attraction in Hannibal, MO, the little town on the Mississippi River where young Sam Clemens grew up, and about which he wrote in Life on the Mississippi, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and his most famous work, often called the Great American Novel, Huckleberry Finn.  There isn’t a lot else in Hannibal, Missouri, other than Mark Twain stuff.  There was the Mark Twain Riverboat, the Mark Twain Casino, Mark Twain State Park, Mark Twain Lake, the Mark Twain Hotel (and the Mark Twain Motel), the Mark Twain diner (serving Mark Twain fried chicken) and so on.
  In addition to the Mark Twain name, all the Mark Twain characters had their own commercial establishments:  Aunt Polly’s Attic, the Widow’s Antiques, Becky Thatcher’s Ice Cream, and so forth.  I looked for Jim’s Soul Food, but Jim didn’t have any business of his own in Hannibal, although I did learn about Uncle Dan’l, the middle aged slave who used to tell stories to the kids in Hannibal when Sam was growing up.  Mark Twain said he carried that man around with him, and put him into his stories, most famously as Jim, the slave who is Huck Finn’s companion.
It was prom night in Hannibal when we arrived, so we got to see all sorts of sweet looking teenaged couples with sparkly gowns and matching ties parading around having their photos taken by the river, which is definitely the centerpiece of town.  The few blocks down by the river have been restored to their 19th century charm, and mostly focus on Mark Twain’s life, with the alleged cabin of the “real Huckleberry Finn,” who was Sam Clemens boyhood friend and son of the town drunk, with whom he was forbidden to play because he was the “wrong sort,” and who represented that freedom that a boy longs for, as the centerpiece.  We also saw “Becky Thatcher’s House,” with stories about the “real Becky Thatcher,” and Mark Twain’s father’s law office, Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.  We used to teach the latter at Northwest, but it was too long, and too flawed, according to some colleagues, and then we started teaching Puddinhead Wilson instead, and then we stopped reading Mark Twain altogether.  I wonder if anyone reads him any more in high school. I was thinking of trying to have my Visions of America class read Huck Finn this upcoming year, especially now that there has been so much discussion of its  use of the “N-word” constantly – both Jane Smiley and Toni Morrison have written excellent essays, one criticizing and one defending the teaching of the novel in schools. It might be fun for the kids, not only to read Huck’s adventures, but to talk about the ongoing relevance (or lack thereof) of the book.  It’s another American Journey book, like The Grapes of Wrath, but it’s also a long-ish novel, so I would probably have to do the same thing that I do with the Steinbeck, and offer several different “tiers” of reading, only discussing selected sections.  Okay, I’ve talked myself into it.  I also want to add some sections from Roughing It into my Western course reader this year, now that I’ve been to Virginia City and all.
where, as a boy, young Sam Clemens hid while playing hooky from school and saw a dead body.  Story after story was presented to us about Mark Twain’s boyhood home, friends, and activities, as well as pictures from his later life, his travels on the Mississippi and farther afield, his many accomplishments and witty sayings.  It was very heartwarming, especially when they had Norman Rockwell’s original paintings that he created to illustrate both Tom Sawer and Huck Finn.

From Hannibal, we couldn’t resist driving up a final portion of The Great River Road before saying farewell to the Mighty Mississippi and turning West. The Great River Road winds right along the banks of the Mississippi, with a couple of sweet little restored 19th century towns along the way.  During the 19th century, they were “boomtowns,” prosperous river boat stops and centers of trade.  Now there is really nothing much in these towns except for maybe one old restored B and B and a brewpub, but they do have a ton of eagles!  Bald eagles, that migrate and live there for the winter!  So they have a bunch of preservation and interpretive centers, and eagle festivals during that time..  If you go a few blocks up from the river, however, the areas are really sketchy, depressed, with abandoned businesses and homes, and apparently lots of Meth.  The route from the fertilizer of Iowa to the meth labs of the Midwest is booming, and when you combine meth with urban decay, you get some pretty depressing vistas just half a mile or so from the quaint little restored 19th century storefronts with tea cozies and local pottery and so forth.  That contrast is definitely another potent vision of America I have come away with on this trip; I’ve seen it all along the way, not just on the Great River Road. The Mississippi is a wonderful, American river, a vision of America in so many ways.  After this trip, I have many ideas about how to teach more about this river, its imagery and symbolism, and all the literature that has been written about it.  But never mind that now because I have to talk about our next stop, Nauvoo, Illinois, home of the LIBERAL MORMONS!

I was a little hesitant about going to another LDS site after Utah.  I was sick of the smiling young missionary women with perfect teeth, telling me their memorized lines about Brigham Young.  Matt was afraid I’d have “PTSD – Post-Traumatic-Smith-Disorder” and start ranting again.  I had seen enough giant Mormon art with shining blond angels to last me many years.  However, when we drove up to the Joseph Smith Historic Site in Nauvoo I didn’t know I would be in for Mormons of an entirely different color.  The first odd thing I noticed when I drove up was that there was nothing about “The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.”  Instead, all the signs said “Community of Christ.”  What was that all about?  We pulled up and were greeted by a silver-haired couple; the man had small round glasses and was NOT wearing a tie.  The woman was wearing slacks!  Okay, what was going on?  I asked them what church they were part of, and they said it was called the Community of Christ, formerly known as the Reorganized Church of Latter Day Saints, but they had changed the name because the organization didn’t like the term “Saints.”  (I suspect they thought it was a bit arrogant.)  I learned that they are a splinter group that formed around the son of Joseph Smith after Joseph himself was killed in 1844. 
Our mild-mannered guide at the graves of the Smiths
Joseph Smith III was only eleven years old when his father died, and so the adult male leadership (Brigham Young and his gang of 12, James Strang and Sydney Rigdon mainly) started fighting over the leadership of the church.  They had lots of disputes, some over polygamy (although most of them ended up practicing it anyway) and other doctrinal issues, but it was mainly “Joseph said I was supposed to be the leader!  No, I was!  No, it was me!  I excommunicate you!  No, I excommunicate YOU!”  You know how boys are.  Many prophecies were read, many proclamations were made, and eventually Brigham went off to Utah, Joseph went to Michigan and Sydney went to Pittsburgh.

In the meantime, Emma Smith, Joseph’s first wife, returned quietly to Nauvoo.  She had never liked the idea of plural marriage; while we were on the tour, we met some “real” Mormons from Idaho (you can tell real Mormons because they wear suits and ties, and the silver-haired older men carry themselves with an air of great arrogance, unlike the humble hippie Mormon tour guide we followed) – one of the men, who really did know a huge amount about Nauvoo history – told me that his great-great-great aunt had been “sealed” to Joseph Smith when she was 18 years old and had been a refugee in the Smith household with her brothers and sisters.  Joseph enjoyed the “access to the teenage girls” (this was coming from the mouth of an actual devout real Mormon, mind you) but he promised not to consummate the marriage until after they had “moved to the mountains.”  As you might imagine, whether he consummated the marriage or not, Emma would not have been happy about this.  It all was a moot point, because shortly thereafter Joseph and his brother Hyrum were killed by an angry mob while in jail over in Carthage, Illinois.  More later on why, exactly, they were there; I never got the full story from the not-so-informative official LDS movie we watched at the Temple Square in Salt Lake City.

Emma moved back to Nauvoo and in 1847 she married Louis Bidamon, who was NOT a Mormon, and not even very religious.  They had met when he was in the Illinois state militia, trying to defend the Mormon community from angry mobs.  I think he was something of a ladies’ man, because he’d already been married twice (once widowed and once divorced) and also had a couple of kids with other women to whom he was not married.  According to some sources I read, he thought Joseph Smith was a good man who had somehow been deceived into believing he was a prophet.  Anyway, Emma and Louis lived in the mansion house in Nauvoo that had been built for the Smiths, and Louis became the stepfather to Joseph III.  In 1860, when Joseph III was in his late twenties and still under the guidance of his mother, he presented himself to a community of church members who had settled in Amboy, Illinois, and said that the Holy Spirit had guided him there and he was now ready to assume responsibility as his father’s successor.  And so the Reorganized LDS church was born.

I asked the friendly guide a lot of questions about this sect of around 250,000 people who now call Independence, MO their church home.  Interesting, isn’t it? That was one of the main communities that the original Mormon Smithites had tried to found, but they were kicked out of the entire state.  According to the guide, they believe in the truth of the Book of Mormon BUT they do not practice plural marriage and never have.  In fact, it took the church leadership, which considers the church to be the real heir of Joseph Smith, a long time to admit that Smith had practiced polygamy himself – but they can’t deny it any more, especially when relatives of Smith’s other wives keep showing up.  Their main difference, however, in my opinion, is theological:  they believe in the Trinity (the main LDS church does not) and they are just more like mainstream Christians.  In fact, they are a part of the National Council of Churches.  They do believe in the priesthood, but they believe that women are called to the priesthood as much as men AND last year they voted to ordain homosexual members of the church to the priesthood, and to celebrate same-sex marriage!  So regular Mormons they ain’t!

What, you may ask, is the relationship like between the Community of Christ and the regular LDS?  I wondered if there was any animosity, but of course both my tour guide and the LDS guys on the tour denied it vehemently.  They are all friends, even if they don’t agree on major doctrinal points.  It makes sense that the church that was founded by Emma Smith, a woman, would be much more egalitarian and less ridiculously patriarchal, right?  The question that still remains in my mind is why Brigham Young got so many people on his side, and why his version of Mormonism is so much more popular and populated.  Once you start reading about the early history of the church after the death of Joseph and Hyrum, it’s like going down the rabbit hole.  After Sydney Rigdon, who had been one of Joseph Smith’s closest friends and followers, lost his bid to be the Big Cheese (Brigham Young had the Quorum of 12, five of whom were in Illinois at the time, to vote him down), he went to Pittsburgh with a small group of followers, and later moved to New York.  He is a fascinating character, and there is even a theory that he was one of the original authors of the Book of Mormon.  Meanwhile, James Strang, a newer convert but a very charismatic fellow (and close associate of Smith) took about 125 followers up to Michigan!  On the way, he went into the woods and discovered a NEW set of bronze plates, said to be yet another part of the Book of Mormon!  Hah!  If you can find one set of plates, why not another set?  There might be plates and Testaments buried all over this continent!  Strang set up a kingdom on Beaver Island, which is sort of next to Mackinac Island (a lovely place we visited last summer).  Not only was he the king, but he was later elected to the Michigan state legislature as well.  My favorite part of Strang’s story is that while he was publicly a staunch opponent of plural marriage, he later secretly married a second wife who traveled with his group disguised as a man.  Once he settled on Beaver Island, he did marry a couple of other women as well.  He was assassinated by some disgruntled followers, one of whom he had had flogged, or so they say.  Strang and Rigdon’s followers disbursed after their deaths, and really don’t exist any more (although I did meet a teacher on my Michigan study trip who said that her great great grandma had been one of Strang’s wives). 

Why has Brigham Young’s group flourished and grown?  I asked Matt this question and he said it was because they went WEST instead of north to Michigan or east to Pennsylvania.  The West drew them, and helped them to grow.  I think this is a great theory, along with the fact that Brigham did anything he could to silence dissenters after that.  His followers did not allow many “gentiles” even to settle the area  - see the Mountain Meadows Massacre, for an example of Mormon brutality towards white settlers and the Circleville Massacre for an example of Mormon brutality towards Native Americans.  Do I sound a little hostile to the LDS right now?  I guess they look even worse when set next to their gentler hippie cousins, the Community of Christ, whose beliefs in peace, divine worth of all persons, inclusivity and true diversity are laid out on their website.  Read about the Hippie Mormons

News from Music City

I told you in my last blog entry that music is everywhere along the Blue Ridge Parkway, and throughout the state of Tennessee.  Nashville really is “Music City.”  Everywhere we went, we heard music playing.  On Thursday we went to three separate music performance venues, all different, and enjoyed every one.  We were staying in the Gaylord Opryland Resort, an overpriced but luxe accommodation five minutes’ walk from the Grand Ole Opry, but we began with a visit to the original Ryman Auditorium in downtown Nashville, the place where country music was born.  On the way, I learned about WSM, 650 AM, which is the official station of the Opry, and which you can listen to online anytime your heart desires. Listen to WSM any time of the day or night!

When I bought tickets to the Ryman in January, I had no idea who would be performing; they have a different lineup of stars every night and they don’t announce it until a couple of weeks prior.  Imagine my excitement when I discovered that Loretta Lynn would be the headliner!  Loretta is 82 years old but she dresses in sparkly pink, purple and blue floor-length gowns and looks amazing, thanks to her stylist and manager, Jim.  Jim was pointed out to me as we waiting in front of Loretta’s tour bus, hoping for a glimpse, by a teenaged girl from Kentucky whose mother had surprised her with tickets.  This girl was the biggest Loretta Lynn fan on the planet, and was jumping up and down and shaking with delight as she told me the names of everyone on the tour bus.  I was really happy that a young person today would still be interested in Loretta, since she did so much for women’s issues in her time, with songs about the pill, domestic violence and what it was like to be a woman of her generation.  She sang just a handful of songs, but finished with “Coal Miner’s Daughter,” which brought tears to my eyes.

There were other wonderful singers of yesteryear who performed for us, including Larry Gatlin (“Houston” and “All the Gold in California”) and Jim Ed Brown, who must have been in his eighties as well but was wearing a really snazzy red western style jacket with black piping and sang two of his greatest hits from the 1950s: “Scarlet Ribbons” and “Little Jimmy Brown.”  There were younger performers as well, people who still revered the old time country singers and were writing and singing songs in a similar vein.  I got the sense that the Opry is like a giant family, where all the singers know and love on another.  Larry Gatlin told a story about going to visit Minnie Pearl after she had a stroke, like she was his old aunt.  The next day, when we visited the Opry Hall of Fame and Museum, the sense of family was stronger than ever. Click here to watch Dwight and Buck!  Along with Merle Haggard, whose family also moved to California along the original Route 66, Buck Owens is one of the original “Bakersfield Country” singer-songwriters we learned about on our tour.  He was also absolutely adored by young Brad Paisley, who imitated his guitar playing style.  When Buck heard his first album, he asked who the guitarist was, and when he was told it was Brad himself, he didn’t believe it until he heard it for himself, live, and then for his Opry debut, he wore one of Buck Owens’ jackets.  At Buck’s funeral, Brad played and sang his song, “When I get Where I’m Going.”
Reba's boots and belt buckle
Dwight Yoakam, for example, absolutely adored Buck Owens, and finally convinced him to come out of retirement and perform a duet with him on the record, “Bakersfield,” which is one of my all time favorite post Dust Bowl songs. If you listen to the words, it's about the prejudice that the so-called "Oakies" faced when they moved to California in search of jobs.

But I digress.  I just get so sentimental when it comes to these country singers.  There are so many different styles:  bluegrass, cowboy, old classics from the 60s and 70s, country rock, and today’s sort of country pop.  I love ‘em all, but to hear the old songs from the 70s and 80s when I was growing up was a real treat.  All eras and styles of country are revered in Nashville; we heard cowboy bands, blues bands, and even a country rap band at the Silver Dollar Saloon on 2nd Avenue.  Every little bar has a songwriter, or a band, or an open mike night – people hoping they’ll be discovered and make it big the same way Alan Jackson or Taylor Swift did, just playing at bars and clubs where people come and listen every night. Friday night we went to the Opry for real, to hear yodeling cowboys, 80 year old mandolin players, Jean Shepard, Vince Gill and Little Big Town.  I couldn’t tell you my favorite, between the old stuff and the new, the super popular big name acts and the bands that played the Silver Dollar Saloon.  It was hard to tear myself away from Nashville and head back up the river, on the way home.
A night at the Opry!
 
I love the Bakersfield country of the Oakies.   I love Outlaw Country and Waylon Jennings.  I love Patsy Cline and the old Conway and Loretta duets.  Anybody who makes fun of country music really needs to listen to more of it.  There’s got to be a style for you.  Tune in to WSM and have a listen, especially on the nights when they are broadcasting the Opry live.  You might be surprised!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Billy Graham and Bluegrass

When we drove into Charlotte, NC, the first thing I noticed was the Billy Graham Parkway.  Then I realized that Billy Graham grew up here and that his boyhood home was right here.  We pulled the car to a screeching halt in front of the huge Billy Graham museum, library and evangelical training complex, part of which is actually in Asheville, NC, in the mountains.

Others may scoff, but I really like and admire Billy Graham.  Yes, I know that some of his strict, old-fashioned views do not line up with mine, but I’ll tell you what I do like about him.  First, he had one message and it never faltered during his entire life.  He never changed what he had to say based on politics, popularity or lack thereof, with the whims of his fans.  He had one thing to say, and it was the message of John 3:16.  God loves  you.  God.  Loves.  You.  

Now you may not believe in God yourself, and you may not agree with what the Bible says, or think it is a divinely inspired book, or the word of God, or anything at all.  But just set that aside for a second.  Billy believes that, and he did nothing else in his entire life but speak of that.  He told people the basic Protestant Christian message:  everyone has fallen short (this is in Romans and other places in the Christian Bible), but God loves you infinitely and unconditionally, no matter what.  
Billy Graham refused to accept segragation in the south.  If he went to a venue where there were segregated entrances, he wouldn't preach there.  He said that God loves everybody the same, and if they told him they couldn't change it, he would just leave.
Billy Graham grew up on a dairy farm, the site of which is now his museum.  The whole exhibit was extremely well done and very fun to go through.  It started with a talking robotronic cow, and a photo of Billy Graham with one of his favorite cows.
We then went through and saw replicas of a giant tent revival, movies of his crusades in New York and all across the globe, and interviews with some of his close family and friends.  All he did was carry the message.  He didn't see it as his message, but God's message.  He is SO much better and classier than all those other evangelists, at least in my opinion.  I remember seeing Billy Graham on TV when I was 13 and learning the basic message that GOD LOVES YOU from him.  

I was super excited to go to his house and see all his stuff.  In fact, I burst into tears when I first entered.

The next day, after a lovely visit with my old schoolmate Julie Bradlow, we headed for Asheville, NC.  We didn't want to visit the Biltmore Estate, even though it is a huge draw for tourists.  It's the giant home of the Vanderbilts, and you have to pay at least 50 bucks to get in, and then spend the whole day walking around looking at their expensive furniture, which seemed like a big waste of time.  Instead, we headed for our B and B, and then went out to explore the lovely little town.  It's very hippie, sort of like a mini Portland.  They even have a bookstore there called Malaprops which is like a mini version of Powell's.  We spent a couple hours in there, browsing and drinking coffee before looking for a place to have dinner.

While we were walking down the street, this hippie guy came up and started talking to us.  He said, "Hey, how's it going?" and the next thing we knew, he was taking us to hear some live bluegrass jam music.  Really cool, and very Portland-esque spontaneous.  Bluegrass music is just as spontaneous; at every music venue, there are 8 or 12 or 16 musicians, all joining in.  Settlers from Scotland brought the fiddle; slaves brought the banjo; the tunes got all mixed up with guitars and mandolins and voices and dancing, and no matter where you go in North Carolina, Virginia and Tennessee, you hear it.  More about this constant music later.

I wish we had had time to drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  We went up and looked at it, and saw part of a dramatic 24 minute video at the visitor center, but it's really a while trip in itself.  People spend weeks driving the 400 miles or so between Virginia and North Carolina, mostly at a speed of about 35 MPH.  It's on the bucket list.  We were headed to Nashville the next day, for two solid days of music.