Monday, March 15, 2010

The Shack Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi


Shotgun shacks at the Shack-Up Inn.


I don't know how I came across the website for the Shack-Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi, but it must've been karma.  I was browsing around looking for information about places to stay around Oxford, Mississippi, the home of William Faulkner.  I've long wanted to visit Oxford.  They have one of the South's largest Independent bookstores, (which are fast becoming a vanishing breed).  Hell, I think books will be obsolete in the future, much less bookstores.  Anyway, I digress. 

I grew up on a farm in the middle of the cotton fields of north Louisiana.  There were shotgun shacks all around us and this place brought back childhood memories.  And my Mama is from Mississippi, so I have some roots there, just further south in Pascagoula.  So Ray and I are planning a trip later this Spring to the 'cradle of the blues' and plan to stay right here at the Shack-Up Inn.  I hear the food is amazing, the music even better and the ambiance, uniquely unforgettable.  I'll be sure to tell y'all about our trip after the fact.

Here's the website if you want to plan a trip of your own.

http://www.shackupinn.com/main.html

Spring has sprung around here and everything is blooming.  I've got seeds sprouting in egg cartons, jars, box lids and even cleaned a few windows today.  No small feat, that.  Wishing you flowers, sunshine, clean windows and warm breezes.

Love & Blessings,

~*~Marion~*~

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"And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?" ~Rainer Maria Rilke

13 comments:

quid said...

A location for my next elicit tryst!

Hell, I'm old and not particular. Beautiful day here, too, Ms. M.

quid

Karen said...

At least Southerners have the guts (we'd say "gumption") to call a Shack Up Inn a Shack Up Inn! I love the South!! There is NO place on earth like it.

Woman in a Window said...

Marion, I would be right at home in a place like that. It looks like fun. Shacks are the places of my past. They're real. They have signigicance.

Yes, come back with stories.

xo
erin

Marion said...

Quid, dont'cha think an elicit tryst would be even more FUN at the Shack Up Inn? I thought of the Fleetwood Mac song when Lindsey Buckingham was pissed at Stevie Nicks and wrote the song, "Go Your Own Way":

"Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do..."

Karen, yeah, we've never had much trouble telling it like it is. LOL! Blessings!

Erin, me too. Our house on the farm was in a constant state of disrepair even though my uncle was a carpenter. The little black lady who did Aunt Mace's ironing (for a 6 pack of Jax beer) was named Pecola. We called her Miss P. (and named our white cat after her) and she and her husband, Whetlock, lived in a shotgun shack over the levee near the river. We visited them often. I'll never forget it. They didn't even have a bathroom, they had these porcelain pots they called 'slop jars'. And the walls were papered in newspaper and catalogues. We were poor as dirt, but at least we had a bathroom. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings!

Wine and Words said...

Damn Marion. Ya know if it had been called anything else...we coulda gone. Is there power in a name? Suggestion of impropriety to a delicate man, is an argument waiting to happen. Steer clear the most prudent choice for me.

Kelly said...

LOL!! Just from your photos here it looks like a really fun place! I need to click on the link and check it out more closely.

Julie-ann Bowden said...

Love this place. I don't think anything like this would work in the uk. The place would be in the news or something stupid and totally miss the idea of it.
Hope you have an amazing time!
You go for it!

Hugs!

Julie

Serena said...

Holy moly, what a perfect place for an illicit shack-up. LOL. I am GOING there one of these days, for sure.:)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

OMG! what an ABSOLUTELY totally fabulous place! and if i can swing it at all on my trip home, i'll be visitin' the shack-up - hmmm...now, if i can just find the right shack-up companion while i'm down there - shouldn't be difficult! ;)

oh, and i'll have stories, alright - just not sure if they'll be blogable!
;)

FABULOUS, LADY!!!

Karen said...

Marion - I remember the day we finally got an indoor bathroom! Before that, it was a slop jar and a bath in the big washtub on the kitchen table. Really. Good Lord, what a long time ago!

Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed you...all I can think of is hounds and fleas...but bet the music and food is worth a little scratching, lol

Char said...

What a place, looks like some KY inns in the 50s. I'm off to check out the site. Have a shacking up good time & take pictures to share with us when you get back.

Marion said...

Thank y'all for the fun comments. It's a hoot, for sure, but what an original idea! I can't wait to visit this place. Hopefully, sometime this summer. Blessings!!