I'm Staying at the Peabody!
634 miles into my walk
Well I’m in Memphis, Tennessee. Louisiana and Mississippi are now behind me. Traffic this morning in Memphis is heavy and the temperature is a frigid 33 degrees.
I’m walking my way up Union Ave to the Peabody Hotel. I stayed here years ago while working on a planning project for the Navy. It was only for one night and their chocolate brownie cake with raspberry sauce made the trip worthwhile.
It’s now 11:00am and as I enter the hotel lobby the Peabody Ducks are making their way across the Red Carpet (Read below for more info about this tradition).
Tonight I’ll be heading to Beale Street for The International Blues Challenge (IBC) - The largest gathering of blues bands in the world takes place on Beale Street after months of regional "battle of the bands" presented by the Foundation's affiliated organizations. 130 acts in 15 venues, in both band and solo/duo competitions, with Saturday finals at the Orpheum Theatre and New Daisy Theatre. Looks like I’ll be hanging around here until Sunday. Even though John Mayer is playing at the FedExForum tonight, the IBC sounds like a treat not to be missed.
One place I will miss is Graceland. I drove by on a previous visit to Memphis and what I learned was Elvis not only left the building, he left this world. I’m not really interested in viewing his gaudy house and shrine. Sorry Elvis fans. I’m giving this one a wide berth.
Well, time to check in, munch on some chocolate brownies, and take a nap so that I can enjoy the music tonight.
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The Legend of the Ducks
The tradition of the famous Peabody Marching Ducks began in 1932. Peabody General Manager Frank Schutt, an avid sportsman, and a friend Chip Barwick, returned empty-handed from weekend hunting trip in Arkansas. The two friends had a bit too much Tennessee sippin' whiskey, and decided to play a prank and put their live duck decoys (which were legal at the time) in the fountain in the hotel's Grand Lobby.
Three English call ducks were placed in the fountain, and the reaction from hotel guests was nothing short of enthusiastic. Soon, five North American Mallard ducks would replace the original ducks.
In 1940, Bellman Edward Pembroke, a former circus animal trainer, offered to help with delivering the ducks to the fountain each day and taught them the famous Peabody Duck March. Mr. Pembroke became the Peabody Duckmaster, serving in that capacity until his retirement in 1991. The late Mr. Pembroke's portrait hangs in the entrance to The Peabody, a luxury suite is named for him and a building in Peabody Place development is named Pembroke Square .
In 2003, The Peabody Memphis conducted an extensive search for a new Duckmaster, garnering the attention of national media outlets such as CNN, the CBS Early Morning Show, and The Wall Street Journal. The Duckmaster is solely responsible for the care and wellbeing of the Peabody Ducks, including feeding, exercise, and training the teams for their daily march.
Today, the ducks are housed in the "Duck Palace" on the hotel roof. Every day at 11 a.m., they are led by the Duckmaster down the elevator to the Italian travertine marble fountain in the Peabody Grand Lobby. A red carpet is unrolled and the ducks march through crowds of admiring spectators to the tune of John Philip Sousa's King Cotton March. The ceremony is reversed at 5 p.m., when the ducks retire for the evening to their palace on the roof of the hotel.
The Peabody's famed ambassadors are five Mallard ducks – one drake with his white collar and green head, and four hens with less colorful plumage. The ducks are raised by a local farmer and a friend of the hotel. Each team lives in the hotel for only three months before being retired from their Peabody duties and returned to the farm to live out the remainder of their days as wild ducks.
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I grew up in Mississippi remember going to the Peabody. I liked going but didn't like having to wear a coat and tie. Later on when I was in college I was dating a girl who attended Ole Miss and we would go up to Memphis for the weekend and spend the weekend.
Thanks for reminding me of those memories.
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