We'll never live it down so we lived it up

Guess what?

I and two of my ghouls girls made our way to Atlanta last Saturday to attend Tunes From the Tombs at Historic Oakland Cemetery.

Oakland is the final resting place of acclaimed southern author Margaret Mitchell.

That's right! I stood at the grave of the woman who wrote Gone With The Wind, then died at the age of forty-eight after being struck by a drunken Atlanta taxi driver while crossing the street.

GWTW, first published in 1936, consistently polls as Americans' favorite book of all time save only one: The Holy Bible.

There were other delights in and around Oakland, such as Bob Seymore, billed as Statuary ... Where Illusion Comes to Life.

Bob was very sweet and friendly.

And there was Deacon, the Hungarian Vizsla, who was also very sweet and friendly, and I imagine just as warm.

Of course, there were angels, such as this one pleading from a pillow.

And the aforementioned grave of Margaret Mitchell.

People performed in and around the tombs. These two moppets had just sung Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

Erica appeared charmed by the whole experience.

We had a fantastic lunch across the street at Six Feet Under, which is to a frightening degree about nasty beer but which was close by and has a menu that's to die for.

As we headed in that direction, a group named The Serenaders, performing on the Scoutmob stage, was cleverly crooning Stayin' Alive.

Not in the disco beat normally associated with the tune, but in more like a waltz tempo. You could actually understand the words:

Whether you're a mother or whether you're a brother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ...

Apparently not, if the demise of Robin Gibb this very weekend is any indication. RIP! Only one BeeGee left.

Moving along, here are our six feet under. The table.

Erica did not paint her toenails. I had flowers on my flip-flops and a pedicure. Audrey wore her Steve Madden jellies in Smoke. Her toes were pinky-coral but hiding.

I do not mean to imply that Audrey has anything whatsoever in common with a big crab.

It was a grand time, a dreamy time for a taphophile -- and a city girl into the bargain -- like me. Pale tombs floating in the sky, the beautiful skyscrapers of Atlanta serving as a shimmering backdrop.

Here are the rest of the pictures! If you double-click on the slideshow, it will take you to SmugMug where you can see them somewhat better.

Happy Monday! Happy Week!

Comments

[Mari]

You do such fun and unusual things! Love that you could spend time with your daughters, who by the way are both so very lovely! I also love your play on six feet under. :)

[Donna M.]

Glad to hear that you had a good time! spectacular weather was an added bonus!

[glenda]

Oh, dear taphophile, what a grand and dreamy time!! You know how I would have loved that too. Isn't Oakland wonderful. And just to think of standing by Margaret Mitchell's grave, terrific!!! The pictures of the mausoleum doors and the looksee into them....awesome and beautiful. Such wonderful pictures, I so enjoyed the slideshow!! So happy that you three got to go And, Miss Nosy would like to know what you ate at Six Feet Under? Under the table all thirty toes were adorable. Great outing!!!...............G.

[irene]

My goodness, what an unusual adventure. But, what lovely feet under the table.

[glenda]

I know that you were very warm...I mean HOT out there at Oakland, but that guy Bob Seymore was unbelievable. Wonder how long he had to hold that pose.....just an afterthought. Meant to mention this is my comment yesterday.....Oh, and the examiner article is excellent!!!........G.