I learned culture

The way I see it Possum's? One must view art on a full stomach! So off to the Golden coral I go! The food bar goes as far as the eye can see. I loaded up my plate with green beans, mashed potatos and baked chicken! A fresh lemon squeezed in my tea glass and I'm off and runnin with my fork to my mouth! A feelin of wonderment of what the day holds for the blog about to unfold and viewed art I would see. I've been told this art gallery is a sight to behold!



The old Franklin factory Possum's! A factory of long ago that has been transformed into the coolest art art show, sale and gallery in a factory of long ago! Love it when folks do these things.



My friend Savannah Jane and I checkin out the entrance to the place. Looks interesrtin enough.





The old stoves are what our eyes see upon enterin the factory. I think to myself...Wow! I like what I see!





Oooooouuuuuuu...shiney! And sparkley! Fancy as I wonder through this treasure trove of art work.



I stumble on a cracked door to an art studio. Ya'll know ole Bubba lookin into the crack and crevis! Maybe the behind the scenes isn't something I should be takin a peek at.





So I'm startin to see paintins on the walls and I'm sure there is lots more to come.



This one is a neet piece ya don't see everyday! I was savin this shot for my Labor Day blog, but it is to good to wait on! This flag is created from old bullets! They are painted for the Old Glory look. The scary part? Why would anyone have that many bullet shells layin around? Was it just a pile of them out in the barn and the artist was sittin around one day lookin at them and decided bullet flag them? Granted this country we can find old bullets everywhere! We can battle with the best of'em! The silver war, the confederate war and the like. I'm sure ya'll can catch my meanin! No? These bullets are much more modern. Perhaps huntin in the brush for a wild turkey to come along.



I guess I should mosey on along and see the other artist artwork. I can ponder the bullet trevia another time back home in the Sock Drawer.






And if ya'll remember the Carnton Plantation blog of last week, These oils are a pretty good look into the past of what it might have looked like back in the day.



Shall we dance Lady Red?



This is one of my favroites! I could deffinately see this hangin in my Sock Drawer! At least all their noses are in the right place unlike some artist we've heard of. Yes! Pun intended! I'm just joshin ya'll.



This one here is the second pile of bullets in the barn out back!



WOW! This place is the prettiest place to enjoy art!





I wondered where I would encounter the biggest rockin chair in the world! I guess my wonderin days are over on that concept! More time for bullet ponder!





I got culture ozzzin out my tattoo Possum's!





Over at the Dog House coffee shop ya'll can catch a glimps of gauitar art!


Well there ya have it Possum's! The greatest Americam adventure and remember ya'll saw it here first!



Everyone say Hi to Mango! He stopped in the appreciate the fair blog of a few weeks ago! He actually did have the funnel cake! As for now it's time to close The Sock Drawer on an another adventure.Bubba

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PSSSSSSSSST! Hello Sock Drawer fans and Possum's! It has been brought to my attention that we have recently gotten 1527 hits on my blog!



The summer is getten close to the end and school has started here in the south of middle tennessee! we'd like to take a momemt and thank our readers for the complete success of Bubba's Sock Drawer! If at anytime you guys have a request of anything you'd like to see ole Bubba doin in Nashville or surroundin cities....Just drop us a comment to let us know and we will do our best to accomadate the journey! We do have many day trips planned for future blogs.



My staff and I have the bestest times as we travel into the unknown. Just to give ya'll a heads up....This weeks blog will be a visit to an art exibit in town. I shall adorn myself with the artsy fartsy world and try to learn some culture. True...I am a folkart work of art myself and do enjoy a good intrigue. This jorney into the art world is a request that comes to us all the way from down under the table. No really!



It made the waitresses giggle!



Well hang me from a shovel and call me Bubba!



Until the next blog...Bloom where your planted Possum's! Bubba

The Carnton Plantation

It started out like any other day, such as punchin holes in the walls...



And layin around on a pile of diamonds...You know how we celebrities do! Perhaps it was the results of to much coffee...one never knows how these days get started like this. I think one of my sharpest diamonds polked me in the head at somepoint and the idea occurred to me that a nice mornin out for breakfast at the....



Nashville biscuit house! I mean I can always punch holes and lay on diamonds another time. The sweet air of this piticular Friday mornin had fallen much like a nice fall day. A cool southern breeze lazily driftin by as the birds sing in the trees and sky. The blue sky with the cottonball white puffy clouds was simply callin for another adventure from Bubba's Sock Drawer! I had heard rumors of another plantation I had to get out and visit at some point. I think I heard someone mention it was out in Franklin,TN. Bein a celebrity Sock Monkey I am and not interested in another tabloid romp at the grocery store check out line....I decided this would be a better way to spend my day! What did old Bubba do Possum's? I gather up my coffee and an ice chest of my favorite diet cola and head for the plantation. I called my driver on my Iphone and ask him to bring the car around.



The Carnton Plantation was as pretty as you please as I view the front of the plantation house. Once owned by the McGavock family of the 1800's. This plantation hosted the battle of Franklin back in the day.





This is the back of the house.



Standin on the back porch, I could visualize the soutern ladies sittin about sippin their iced tea.Their hoop skirts blowin in the breeze. Call it a movie set if you will and you can almost hear the confederate gentlemen out on the lawn, dismountin their horses to come up and join the ladies on the porch. The Gone with the wind theme playin in my head catches Miss O'hara slappin captain Butler off to the side and out of anyones sight.





The confederate garden right off the back porch pretty as a picture. I stroll through the garden puttin on Sock Monkey airs to no one but the breeze.



The white flowers grow in a rowe next to the veggies. Harvest time now off in the not to distant future or past if you will. Stay with me Possum's! Do try and keep up. I learned that this plantation was actually the battle ground and the house turned into a hospital. The wooden floors still have blood stains present from the long surgeries of long ago.



The slave quarters off the other end of the porch and weavin house.





The loom still intact and housed here for a hundred years or so.



I'm sorry to say our tour guide "John" had to many tours to supply us with a photo of me and him together as I try and do for my day outtins. So imagine if you will a rather tall man with grayin hair tellin us the story of long ago. You can see the passion in his eyes of the history he was informin us about.



He told us that 10,000 men died here on the plantation and are buried here.







Many of the graves are unmarked as no one knows whom they were. The ones that have been Identified were found by relatives here in the present day and have had grave stone markers made and placed at their final restin place. Many of the soldiers carried journals and folks were able to make a list of whom the might have been and the list was complied of modern book form.



I wasn't suppose to take this picture of the inside of the house, but ya'll know my itchy camera finger.



And so I leave you with another adventure and to close The Sock Drawer on this another day trip. Bubba