Home for the Holidays


While visiting family and staying with my beloved Grandparents, I dropped into one of the many antique shops that dot main street where they live.

Theses little shops amuse me for there is nothing more delightful than picking up odds and ends with commentary from a very genteel and opinionated 80 year old ūüėČ

Today’s number a lovely costume brooch (my source says mid 1940’s) to be worn on Christmas Eve. Sparkly rind stones soo festive!

Jackson Grayhound

Work took me to Jackson, Mississippi ¬†(I cant help but spell it out loud each time I write it, it’s this kind of chant¬†that I learned as a child: m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i … doesn’t have the same ring when¬†written out…sad ). I had never been to either Jackson or Mississippi¬†for that matter, so it¬†looked to be just ¬†another city on a map, and ¬†I really didn’t expect much beyond the usual conference scene, maybe some overcooked chicken dinners and for sure lots of hand shaking. But the city has such treasures and add to that an interesting history, of which I will now divulge the from my mental clippings of four days thither.

After orienting myself to my hotel and it’s surrounding, I began to take in what is Jackson Downtown. Each day walking¬†down Lamar Street, in the morning from the hotel, coffee in hand, and on my return, sun setting behind faded¬†buildings.

The curved steel and blue of a certain¬†structure caught my gaze again and again, like something from a glamorous¬†movie during¬†the golden age of Hollywood! Luckily, downtown Jackson doesn’t have much going on so I could stand in the middle of the street ¬†and snap a few pictures!

Street View

The Jackson Grayhound Station. It is fitting that it be a beautiful lone ranger in the otherwise banal high rises and brass pillars of it’s neighbors. My behavior of staring at buildings ¬†and snapping photos like a NYC tourist did not go completely¬†unnoticed.

The passers-by just shrugged hurrying off to their day time occupations. Jackson¬†had an abandoned hush over it like an elementary school during summer. There was evidence of it being looked after, a nicely arranged pot of flowers here ¬†and polished letters¬†advertising a Law Office there…but¬†people were few and far between. The¬†ambiance gave me a Martian Chronicles feel and I studied the buildings like relics of a lost civilization. Who used to walk these streets? Men in double breasted pinstripe suits tipping their fedoras, the click click of heels, shop windows reflecting a navy wool skirt suit and red lipstick.

Researching the Old Grayhound Station, I found that it was the end point on the long journey for¬†the Civil Rights protesters, The Freedom Riders during the early 60’s. They road buses to key locations in the movement, raising awareness for their cause and speaking to the masses of repressed and brave¬†African Americans throughout the South¬†(Kevin Levin, Professor¬†Civil Rights Tour 2014¬†).

It was restored in 1988 by a the local architect Robert Parker Adams and now houses his interior design offices. Wow! To have that kind of money to recognize an amazing building in need of a face-lift, buy it, and make it fabulous! What a gift to the city of Jackson. Luckily it wasn’t torn down for some 1980’s monstrosity of a cement bloc sky scrapper or meeting its end as another downtown¬†fast food restaurant.


The Jackson Grayhound Station is a classic 1930’s Art Deco design¬†built cerca 1937. Smooth lines, chrome and simplicity.¬†¬†I read somewhere that the discovery of the King Tut’s tomb (1922) and the artifacts from within influenced the movement, but I couldn’t tell you where I read it so now it’s just something to ponder.

Here are some pictures of the interior, love love love the checkered floors, fenced reception and well just about everything! (Photos from The New Southern View )






And I leave you with one more mystery, another historic building on the edge of downtown Jackson yet to be researched¬†by this amateur blogger and photographer (did you see the ones I took?!? It’s all in the filter darling…sometimes I even impress myself he he).


The Mall

RUMUR.com just released these throw back photos of Mall goers from the 1980’s. Mind=Blown!

Malls Across America¬†I know it’s a link…but really it’s worth the click, I promise ūüėČ

Yes, I was a child of the 80’s and yes the Mall was quintessential to my being..MY VERY BEING! Do I hold this as a point of pride, no dear reader, I do not, ¬†I’m not ashamed of the copious hours I spent lazing around the ground floor fountain, waiting for a certain blond individual with a slouchy flannel¬†to share my fries with…the Mall…

Did I not grow up in the southwest! The only ¬†retreat from the inferno of summer was the¬†1,400,000-squarefoot ¬†mecca of capitalism, Metro Center Mall¬†(notable for it’s appearance in multiple scenes of Bill and Ted’s¬†Bogus Journey).

Yeh...pretty sure this was outside the Dillard's

Yeh…pretty sure this was outside the Dillard’s

The pictures from RUMUR are totally awesome (insert air guitar). There are people smoking in the Mall in public spaces What is that?!?? and the Mom Jeans! and the Hair! Lawdy Laawwwdy those bangs girls! Wait a second…I think I can dig up a childhood photo with some of those bangs he he…

Here ya go…


OMG and crazy face LOL! Maybe I find this more humorous than you do but seriously I’m dying laughing…hold on I think I have another one…


My poor mother…this was at my Aunt’s wedding…they must¬†had a number of retakes…always the ham of the family even then. Oh and yes…the not so discretely placed birthmark on my upper lip (Eww ! That ugly mole, I got that thing removed years ago -Buffy) they say all artists must suffer in their childhood well since my was removed by the age of six it may explain why this blog remains short and inconsistent…but that is beside the point…¬†back to my favorite topic as you know…the Mall…or at least the topic at hand.

Here are a few of the photos that really made me happy.


AHaha Muscleman!

AHaha Muscleman!

Ramone's Dad

Ramone’s Dad

I Love the 80’s and hope you enjoyed this little time capsule as well. In honor of the Season I leave you with this parting…

Be Excellent To Eachother