I'm goin' to Jackson...

So, today the Hubs and I loaded up and headed out for a Tennessee [an] Tiquing Trek. See what I did there. We set the GPS for Jackson TN, which it told us was either 72 or 75 miles away (we can't remember which). To be expected, I couldn't stop singing the famous song sung by Johnny Cash and June Carter along the way.  "I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town,"   By the way, if you click on their names above, you will see the lyrics to the song, as well as the chords, so if you are multi-talented you can sing and play the song for yourself.  Jackson is the 8th largest city in Tennessee, was founded in 1821, and was named for Andrew Jackson. Interestingly, he was not yet President, but was being honored for his heroism in the War of 1812. One of my favorite sites in Jackson is the Casey Jones Village , which has a railroad Museum, Old Country Store Restaurant, gift shoppes, etc.   However, that was not our destination today.  Our first stop was Yarbro's Antique Mall on Carriage House Dr., which boasted that it is "Jackson's Oldest and Largest Antique Mall".  Antique stores make me wonder things, like how many little girls played with this old Vintage metal Dollhouse, and where are they now? Did their dreams cme true? 

What about the "Little Ladies" who conocted delicious imaginary meals on this miniature tin  stove as they dreamed of a home and family of their own some day? What was their favorite  dish to "create" on it ? 

And I wonder about this man.  What was his name?  Did He have a family?  What made him feel like suicide was the only option? How old was he when died? (In case you cant't read the tag very well, it says, "Self bust of Undertaker from Grenada, MS. Was the best around at body reconstruction. Became an alcoholic and killed himself." )

 

These old portraits always make me feel  a bit sad to think that there is no one left to remember these weary souls; to hang their picture on the wall and say, "there's My Mother", or "that's My Grandpa", or "look how pretty Auntie was". I wonder how long it will be after I've left this Earth that my pictures will become someone else's Vintage photos For Sale. 

The next stop on our Tennessee  [an] Tiquing Trek (I did it again) was Carriage House Antique market and Cafe, also on Carriage House Dr. (who'd have guessed?) Its sign announced "Junk at its Finest"! These old bicycles out front were interesting. 

Inside, I began to wonder things again, like what kind of day was it when this figure adorned a festive Wedding cake?  What were the couple's names? Where did they live? Was it a big Wedding? Were they happily married? and once again, Why doesn't anyone remember them, and put this treasured memento on their shelf for safe keeping?

I also wonder what our American culture was like in the days when signs like these were commonplace.  When this was the expected and accepted appearance, occupation, and lifestyle for so many of our friends and neighbors .

The trek continued, as we headed for Butler's Antique mall, our last stop in Jackson, on Hwy 70 E.  As we perused the shelves and cases, these boots caught my eye, and again I wonder--who wore them? Did they dance? Did they run? Where have they been? What have they seen? If only they could tell us what it was like the day that a cobbler sewed the last stitch and buttoned the last button, putting them on the display shelf of his shoppe, and smiling with satisfaction at a job well done. 

I am always intrigued by old antique books. The Hubs rarely stops to give them a nod, but I usually give them my attention when I can.  These caught my eye and made me begin to ask questions once again--Why doesn't He just listen the first time, and she won't have to repeat herself 1000 times? and why do the Boys get to have all the big adventures, while the girls sit about Pinkly, preparing for Prom? 

 

So, Jackson had lots of interesting things, but since I definitely seem to be a bit meandering in my musings tonite, and since the Hubs is already asleep after our Expedition today, I'll save the second half of our Tennessee [an] Tiquing Trek (you've got to be quick) for another day.  Be prepared for Part II--Henderson, TN.

P.S. They really love their churches in Jackson, TN 

P.P.S. What WAS this about?????

Stay tuned, and Peace out...