Nashville, here we come. The trip to Nashville was history pushing itself west dragging us with it. Breaking the convention of travel, two families snuggled together, with their seat belts on, in our SUV– imagine? We managed to squeeze everyone in and drove and drove and drove until we reached the town of Parkersburg, West Virginia. It was there that I finally met my prize, an editor I won in a raffle about three years ago, and with whom I have stayed in touch. After my important meeting with Sandy Tritt of Inspiration For Writers, we checked out this West Virginia town that straddled the line during the Civil War. The B&O railroad moved through as we watched from the big hill where there was once a Fort for the soldiers fighting in the Civil War for what they believed.
After reading the history of this place, we finally came off the overlook, and drove down to the Ohio River to enjoy exploring a paddleboat. We snuggled up again and wound our way around the mountains to Nashville. Now we were cooking with honey. What a place. We wasted no time. Took the afternoon lunch
tour on the General Jackson showboat, saw a wonderful show, all country music of course, had a wonderful lunch, toured the boat, then back to the Inn at Opryland for a swim. Perused the city, the architecture is designed like DVD’s and pianos, and musical signage, like a bass clef and G clef. We went line dancing at the
WildHorseSaloon. Everywhere you go barbeque is the name of the day or night, and are they delicious.
Wait, I am not done. We still had another two days and evenings. We visited The Hermitage, home of our seventh President, Andrew Jackson. Jackson was
nicknamed “Old Hickory” because of his toughness and aggressive personality; he fought in duels, some fatal to his opponents. He was a wealthy slaveholder.
More family joined us from Georgia as we all descended on the Grand Ole Opry, the agenda for a Nashville Saturday night. Some big
names showed up like Jim Ed Brown, Jan Howard, Connie Smith, they were the old timers, but goodies. We loved the Isaacs, and Tate Stevens. Best of all was crashing – having fun is tiring.
The finale was a trip to Cedarville, Ohio to visit our grandson who is attending Cedarville University. That town is quirky with its old opera house, built in the 1860’s. It needs major restoring. I am not sure they will preserve it as it once was, it’s the only theatre type in town, limiting preservation.
Nashville is a great place to experience. Have you been?