Tales on the Mississippi | Sharon Henry
“Life in Memphis is good, man,” Ron tells us, “especially if you like barbeque, catfish and good blues. I’ve been in the military, been to different states, been over to Japan, but ain’t nothing like home. Memphis, it’s in my blood, it’s in my DNA.”
Elvis Presley Would Drive In
A feel good vibe struck me the moment we arrived in the city, it’s got a special ‘je ne sais quoi.’ We are sat here on a promenade in the late morning sun, overlooking the Mississippi river, and a local trio are giving endorsements of how great their town is.
The camera is such a conversation starter, not literally of course, but its sexy, professional looks always draw attention. That’s how we met Ron, Irvin and Harry whilst out on their Sunday morning stroll in Memphis, Tennessee, two in wheelchairs the other on a bike. We started chatting after they made a passing comment about the camera.
“We’re not just about blues,” Harry points out. “We the home of soul, we have Stax Records, we got RnB, jazz, and the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, Elvis Presley.” In fact a main attraction here in Memphis is Elvis’ mansion, Graceland.
“I’ve seen Elvis Presley several times,” reminisces Harry, “he from Memphis, sooner or later you’d eventually pass by him. You could be working at a service station and he’d pull up.
Assassination Of Dr Martin Luther King Jr
“Martin Luther King got killed here in Memphis. Right about three, four blocks from here, it used to be a motel called ‘Lorraine Motel.’ It’s a museum now.
“I went to his last speech here in Memphis back in ’68,” Harry says quite unassumingly. Goosebumps race down my arms. “I was ’bout 17 years old then,” he continues.
“He came for a garbage strike. He had that speech here in Memphis, next day he got killed.”
That earth-shattering moment happened on 4 April, 1968, a day after Dr Martin Luther King Jr gave his prophetic ‘I’ve been to the mountain top’ speech.
Of course, we want to know what it was like to have witnessed the great man at work. “Hey, it was something else,” Harry nods.
Ron pipes in, “The day he died I never seen my mama cry so much. It came on the news and my mama started crying like a baby. I was eight years old then. I was like, ‘wow,’ I had never seen my mama cry. That really hurt.”
“It was my birthday,” adds Irvin, “I was four.”
“Next morning riots broke out like crazy,” remembers Harry. “It lasted for about two or three days.”
“They Can’t Put Me In Jail Now!”
The assassination of Dr Martin Luther King Jr rocked the world. We ask Harry how he had felt at the time. “I did the same thing everybody else did. I picked up bricks, bottles and everything.” At this point his buddies give him a nudge to check this confession doesn’t land him in trouble. “It’s too late, they can’t put me in jail now!” he chuckles. “But the morning after he got killed, oh man, the people they went nuts.”
“I was a child then but for me the experience was like yesterday,” says Ron. “You can’t forget nothing like that.”
“Yeah you were in your first pamper!” teases Harry, shaking his head.
We sit here some more on the Mississippi sharing stories. The trio recommend we visit Stax’s museum, BB King museum, eat at the Southern Hen restaurant and listen to live music in the park on Beale Street. Then they continue their wander along the river.