The whole reason for our trip to Memphis was to bring my mother to Graceland for her 80th birthday.  She isn’t a crazy, huge Elvis fan but she, like pretty much everyone else from the 50’s, thought he was your basic ball of hot stuff wrapped in a southern accent.

Also, turns out Betty doesn’t like gangsta rap which rules out a set of gold teeth,  so what else are you supposed to get an 80 year old?

So let me take you back to a week ago, when we were getting ready to go to Graceland.


We had just left Sun Studio and had been worked into a frenzy by the tour.  Sun Studio was the very small recording studio that Elvis wandered into in 1953.  He wanted to record a song to hear what he sounded like on an album.  Owner Sam Phillips heard the demo and … didn’t like it.  It was too soft. Too much of a ballad.  But he later called Elvis back to Sun Studio to try recording with a band.  This was in 1954.  Elvis bombed. He was too soft and sweet and Sam Phillips didn’t like it at all.  He stormed outside the studio and by then everyone was frustrated, upset and angry.    And that’s when the magic of Elvis happened.  Sam heard Elvis singing inside the recording studio by himself and came back in to find a very different Elvis.  He recorded his first single that night, “That’s All Right”.

And that was it.  With that one song, Elvis became Elvis.  Within a year he had released  5 singles with Sun Studio.  You know how the rest of the story goes.

Once the studio tour was finished we all got into a free shuttle that runs from Sun Studio straight to Graceland with Elvis videos playing the whole time on a television at the front of the bus.  That’s just in case you weren’t transformed into a raving, shaking lunatic by the studio tour.  They want to make sure you’re fully prepared to faint or at least cry once you get to Graceland.

And I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post that my Memphis trip photos aren’t exactly award winning. I brought my good camera then decided my entire trip would be ruined if I had to walk around with a huge digital camera hanging around my neck. Also, there are certain parts of Memphis where you don’t want to look like a wandering tourist and nothing says wandering tourist like a camera strap.   So it was iPhone photos all the way.  Then my camera kept croaking on me because it’s an iPhone 4S circa 2011.  I had to buy one of those little portable battery boosters to keep in my purse and it worked GREAT.  It was $50, so it wasn’t cheap but it charged quickly and kept my phone going all day so it was worth it to me.

And it was worth it to you because that’s how I bought it just before heading to Graceland knowing that if I didn’t buy it you wouldn’t get any photos of the home of Elvis.

When we were finally dropped off at Graceland, all of us were convinced that Elvis was the greatest thing to ever happen to the world, let alone music.  We were humming, singing, toe tapping fools wondering how we’d gone so long in life without a full Elvis sleeve tattoo or at the very least Elvis themed cutlery.  It’s like we’d been living under rocks.

The moment you hit the ground you’re steps away from a gift shop.  The actual tour starts off across the road from where Graceland sits.

The road is a busy city street.  Nothing like you’d imagine.  Graceland can be seen from the city street, it isn’t hidden and isn’t down a long winding country road.  It’s in the middle of the city surrounded by stores, other houses and motels.  And it would have been fairly similar when Elvis bought Graceland in 1957.



Once you’ve bought your tickets to tour Graceland (and this took a LOT of bickering among us because we didn’t know which of the many packages to buy) you line up to get on the shuttle that takes you across the street and through the famous Graceland gates to the house. I was a bit worried at this point because we had to line up right away and I didn’t get a chance to look through the gift shop.  Remember, I had been whipped into an Elvis frenzy at this point and was pretty desperate to get my hands on a set of Elvis pajamas or some other important Elvis thing.

Before you get into the shuttle lineup  you’re ushered onto a stage of sorts and told to smile.  Or in our case we were told to smile twice because I’m pretty sure we were all looking in opposite directions and wandering off like cats in the first photo.  This photo is taken of course so when you leave Graceland you have yet another thing to possibly purchase.




This photo along with a few other smaller ones of the same shot cost $35 US.  And it has possibly the worst colour balance I’ve ever seen.  I scanned it and tried to colour correct it a bit here but it’s still fairly awful. Yet … we bought it … because that’s what you do on vacation and any good tourist spot knows this.  I expect I’ll look at it 4 times then shove it in a photo album only to find it 10 years from now wondering whatever happened to that dress I was wearing.

In the line up you’re given an iPad and a set of headphones.  They were the stupidest things ever.  It seemed great and fancy and very futuristic to have an interactive iPad hanging around your neck for the tour but it wasn’t.  It was cumbersome, confusing, a waste of time and distracting.  The iPad shows each room as you go through it and you have to manually maneuver it to advance to the next room and let’s face it, a lot of the Elvis fans showing up to Graceland were older and they had NO idea what the hell to do with this thing hanging off their necks. The man in front of me didn’t plug his headphones in so his iPad was blaring, Betty kept asking where the hell we were and how the hell to get to the kitchen on the screen.  Graceland needs to ditch the iPads and  just have a regular audio tour.  Why do we need to look at a picture of the room on an iPad while we’re looking at the actual room in real life?

The front of the house is beautiful as you drive up.  It looks quite small compared to what you think of as a mansion today.  But the tour only takes you through a few rooms on the lower floor so you don’t realize how big the house really is.



The house, built in 1939 is 17,552 square feet with 8 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms, sitting on over 13 acres. Elvis redecorated Graceland several times over the years with the last incarnation being what we see today as we tour his home.

Stepping inside the front doors of the house I immediately felt weird.  I didn’t like it.  It felt invasive and voyeuristic and made me feel icky about it all.  It seemed sad.  But everyone else in the place seemed to be loving it and Priscilla and Lisa Marie are making a fortune off of it so good for them.  If they hadn’t turned Graceland into a museum they would have lost it just a few years after Elvis died because they couldn’t afford to run it.  Elvis’s entire estate was left to his daughter Lisa Marie, but because she was so young, her mother Priscilla was her executor.  And it was Priscilla that decided to turn Graceland into a museum so they could afford to keep it.

Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for.  Welcome to Graceland.




The living room is the first room you see after walking in the front doors.  It sits to the right of the door and beyond it is the music room.



Sitting against the front wall of the house is a 15′ long couch.




Down the main floor hallway just past the living room and the same side is the bedroom of Elvis’s parents. Elvis’s mother Gladys decorated her own bedroom.




Doing a u-turn from the parent’s bedroom and going back down the front hall you find yourself at the front door again.  This time looking to the left, you see the dining room.




A massive, and beautiful chandelier hangs over the table, set with the Presley’s wedding china.




To the other side of the dining room is the kitchen.  A perfect, vintage 70’s kitchen complete with carpeting and stained glass lamps.




From the kitchen you’re led down into the basement of Graceland to what’s effectively a rec room.  Or rumpus room if you prefer.  This was not my favourite room.




On the other side of the basement is the pool room which features pleated, upholstered walls.




And a pleated upholstered ceiling. Because why not?  You’re Elvis.  Back upstairs you’re led through the famous jungle room which I had imagined to be huge and really kind of like a jungle. It wasn’t nearly as jungly as I thought it was going to be.  I was having an argument with my iPad during the jungle room so I didn’t get a photo of it but you can see a 360 degree panoramic view of it here.

And that is all the rooms you see in Graceland.  From there you head outside to the massive grounds.



I think the pastures are what surprised me the most about Graceland.  I didn’t really realize the estate was so big and definitely had no idea there were horses there. You can see one grazing in between the two trees in the distance.






Graceland wouldn’t be Graceland without the Elvis performance costumes.  People always joke about how fat Elvis got in the end but from any of the footage we watched in the many videos of Elvis we saw throughout the day he was never fat.  Not even a little bit.  He had a puffy face, that’s for sure, but his stomach was flat and he still had a tiny little waist even in his final performance.  It’s funny how we remember things wrong.

The final portion of the tour of Graceland is the gravesite of Elvis.



For real, I had no idea this was coming. At all.  No idea.  One moment we were walking along the fence line of a beautiful pasture and the next we were walking around a small garden just to the back of the swimming pool which was home to the graves of Elvis, his mother, father and grandmother.

The huge marble memorial above was his mother’s.  Gladys Presley was only 46 years old when she died.  She was originally buried at Forest Hill Cemetery in Memphis.  When Elvis died he was buried alongside  his mother.  There are two different accounts about what happened next.  Two weeks after Elvis died a group of people attempted to rob his grave.  After that the bodies of Elvis and his mother were moved to Graceland.

Most people say the grave robbers were random people out to make money, but one FBI agent says he was part of the grave robbing and it had been organized by Elvis’s father when the government wouldn’t let him move the bodies to Graceland.  It’s said he orchestrated the robbery to fool the government and get them to agree that for security reasons the bodies should be moved to Graceland.




The graves sit just behind the pool area of Graceland.



It’s known as the Meditation Garden.




On August 16th, 1977 Elvis Presley died at the age of 42.





As we walked around Graceland I thought about the fact that my mother and Elvis were born the same year.   If Elvis had lived, like my mother he would be 80 years old.

Bless his heart.


  1. Teresa Lanier-Cappello says:

    Hello Karen,
    I just ran across your site via Pinterest and have laughed all morning. I was just diagnosed with COPD and have been very depressed. I needed your humor. I signed up for your emails and cant wait to see every one of them. Keep up the good work and hug your Mom every day she is here. I lost mine 3 years ago and have been lost ever since.
    See I need to laugh.:)
    Kind Regards,

    • Karen says:

      Hi Teresa! Welcome to The Art of Doing Stuff. I’m so sorry about your COPD diagnosis. But I’m glad you found me here. And yes. My goal is to make you laugh. And learn. Kind of like Sesame Street, lol. ~ karen!

  2. Mindy says:

    He literally makes my heart go pitter patter.

  3. ellen says:

    In real life those upholstered walls tended to become spider tenements. Not a good thing. I stopped at Graceland on the way across country when The Little Woman and I moved to the east coast from Oklahoma. I hung out on the other side of the street with the dog while she soaked up the Elivisness. Her favorite was the performing costumes.

    • Karen says:

      Performing costumes? None of these costumes performed, lol. Maybe the Little Woman just has that kind of effect on fabric, lol. ~ karen!

  4. Rondina says:

    Elvis was still alive when my family drove by Graceland and my parents pointed it out to me. Back then it was not in the city, but on the highway leading out of the city. Nothing else was out there. Just a white mansion outside of town.

  5. Teddee Grace says:

    Well, he was a handsome boy and I had such a crush on him in seventh grade and when I occasionally hear him sing now I realize he did have a beautiful voice and was a true talent behind all the publicity.

  6. Marti says:

    No pictures of Betty et al inside Graceland?

  7. Gf says:

    Mark my words, that kitchen will be the next ‘in’ kitchen design.

    Harvest gold, carpeting, dark cabs, the whole bit.

    Think on it a minute: bungalow/mission style was 10 years ago, mid century modern is popular now, next up? 70’s Kitch.

    Start hunting for a console style TV now.

  8. kelli says:

    Wow the 70s were an ugly era. But it’s amazing how almost “quaint” his home was compared to the monstrosities that are out there nowadays. But…wow.

  9. Jody says:

    I somehow feel dirty after reading that post. That I have invaded a very private place. Thank you for sharing though.

  10. marilyn says:

    i’ve always felt that elvis’ story was so sad…i think he was very sensitive and i love his songs.

  11. j says:

    Hi Karen-I saw Elvis in concert twice. First time he was sexy magical and as great as anyone could have imagined, only better than that. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. The second time I saw him-from a distance of a couple of rows-he was obese. His belly was protruding past his chest. He wasn’t really dancing just doing some steps sideways-he was sweating like he was about to die. He didn’t know the words to his own songs-filling in the stanzas with la-la-la. He almost lost his balance when he slipped the white ‘silk’ scarfs off his neck to toss at the audience. It was embarrassing, audience members were looking sideways and asking why his people didn’t get him off of the stage. He needed help.
    The early Elvis was one in a million-the obese Elvis was a sick, hurting man.
    Thanks for sharing your trip-glad you had the rest of Memphis to enjoy. Please tell your Momma Happy Birthday!

  12. LazySusan says:

    Great post, just like the Memphis one. I wouldn’t have gone to Memphis to visit Graceland, not having been a big enough fan to want to see where he lived and died. I was in perhaps 1st or 2nd grade when he started becoming known. We used to call him Evil Pretzel, for reasons I don’t remember. I did like his voice, though, and will still spend time on afternoons listening to him sing, feeling sad he fell into the patterns that ended his life. When I saw the Graceland-taken photo of you all, my very first thought was, “Oh, Karen wore her Jailhouse Rock outfit,” and then noticed almost your entire family worse stripes that day. I doubt I’d have thought of your outfit as a Jailhouse Rock one in any other setting, because it’s lovely, the thought just came up when combined with Elvis. Thanks for letting me see something I probably would not have, otherwise. It was a more of pleasure than I thought it would have been. Oh, and the tent look for interior decorating was all the rage for an intimate atmosphere for a conversation area or a bedroom. It did cost a fortune to do, though, even with inexpensive fabric. Your peek into a few rooms of the mansion really does make one wonder, though, what the remaining 15,000 square feet of the place look like. LOL

  13. Dagmar says:

    Your description of the home was better than a tour, but your pictures made me ‘feel’ as though I was there by your side. This is one of the most touching blogs, maybe it is the family ways; both for Elvis, Vernon, and of course the Bertelson clan. And to think that he had eyed Pricsilla and no other girl would do, and he kept waiting and waiting for her, because she was only 14 at the first time they met. There was quite a lot of romance and love in him, and especially for his mother too. It was the drink and the drugs that damaged him, of course. Thank you for letting us share in your visit of Graceland! …and P.S. HappyBirthday Betty!

  14. Elaine says:

    Thanks for the great tour, Karen! I was a teen when Elvis hit the scene and well remember his first TV appearance on the Dorsey show (before Ed Sullivan had him on his). There was such excitement because much had been made of his below the waist movements that we knew were going to be blocked by the cameramen. We were hoping they would mess up so we could see what was “evil” about Elvis. Every week, I would take the bus from Scarborough then a streetcar to Queen & Yonge in Toronto to a store called Heinzman’s (I may have spelling wrong) where one could listen to a 78 record before buying it. I bought all his original 78’s keeping them for a long time. Then LP’s (long playing vinyls) came in that were thinner, lighter and easier to store – plus they looked “cool” … or so I thought.

    One day, I dragged all those thick, heavy, original 78’s out to the curb for garbage pickup. What an idiot I was!! Thanks for the memories. One more thing …. tented ceilings (and fabric walls) were the darling of decorators years ago. Many famous decorators did rooms like that.

  15. marcy says:

    I saw Elvis at one of his first concerts. I was 16 years old and didn’t understand how he could move his legs like rubber bands. I was in awe of those legs but scared of the other 16 year old girls who were climbing over the seats, crying, screaming, and passionally panting. Things have’nt changed. Girls still lust for rubber legs.

  16. Nancy Blue Moon says:

    Thanks for taking me on another trip that I will never get to see otherwise…I loved Elvis when I was a teenage brother had all of his albums and he let me play them too..His life is an amazing story…but with a very sad ending…Didn’t Lisa get the memo about wearing stripes that day??..Glad you all had fun…and lots of good food!

  17. Barb says:

    Thanks, Karen, for posting your Nashville trip and Graceland tour. These are places I’ll never visit, but thanks to you, I have a very insightful and humorous look into both!

  18. Karol says:

    Very nice, Karen. I think I would feel a little creeped out and invasive too, going into someone’s home like that. I think I’d walk away depressed rather than glad I went.
    I was not a big Elvis fan when I was young, mainly because my generation were Beatles fans and Rolling Stones, and by then, Elvis was kind of obsolete. He had gotten to that sad stage where he was trying way too hard to stay relevant, but music had taken a giant leap in another direction. I now have a great appreciation for his music, and frequently listen to his albums while I’m driving. My favorite video ever, (although it wasn’t really a video) is of Jailhouse Rock. He was quite an entertainer. And incredibly charismatic.

  19. Linda says:

    I went to Graceland a long long time ago, way before they had cell phones or iPads… I had the tour that showed us his pink Cadillac though I don’t know if it was the real deal or a copy for the tour. It was an amazing to tour it again none the less and I enjoyed your photos and story to go with it. Happy Birthday Betty (my own mothers name as well). Thank you Karen for loving her and sharing your trip with me.

  20. Connie says:

    I remember being five or six years old in the fifties and my mother and aunt attending an Elvis concert, in heels and fancy dresses. I’ll never forget their stories upon returning, of women crying and crawling under the seats through gum and litter, attempting to reach the stage. Unsuccessfully I’m sure.

  21. Rose says:

    Thanks for the tour. Great pics Love the way the stripes on your outfits match the lines in the song book behind you!

  22. Safetydog says:

    I also found the tour to be rather sad and invasive. I figure visiting Graceland is a once-in-a-lifetime experience: you go once, and never have to go again. Check it off your bucket list and move on. Apparently, though, he was a kind and generous man. There are stories of him giving folks cars, just because. And neighbors would ride their horses on his land. Recently, I saw a video of one of Elvis’ last concerts, and he looked terrible – bloated, sweaty, confused. But then he opened his mouth to sing and it was amazing – so strong and powerful. Don’t know how he did it.

  23. Ev Wilcox says:

    Thanks for sharing your vacation with us. The tented room gave me shivers though. I was wondering what your mom thought of Graceland. Was she tickled, loved it, bored, disappointed? You are a good daughter and your mom has a wonderful family!

  24. olga says:

    Well the outside of the house looks nice…

  25. Tigersmom says:

    Wow! That jungle room. Fur lampshades. Not fur-trimmed lampshades. Fur-covered lampshades.

    My mother put carpet in our kitchen. (Shudder) It was the 70’s and now I think I know where she got the idea.

    And does the meditation garden really have the view of that run down little building with all the burglar bars (or is that actually the meditation garden itself) because I don’t know about you, but nothing says “relax, with your eyes closed” to me like the apparent need for such visible security measures?

  26. Mary W says:

    Thanks Karen for a great trip. His voice was still that of a thin and handsome hero. I didn’t remember that he was only 42 but he lived so many years in those few that he used up all his time. You didn’t mention how generous he was but he gave away a lot of money and gifts to many people – some strangers. He was very strange in some of his personal life but since I never knew that part (or wanted to) I loved him for his once in a lifetime voice and that smile – oh did I love Elvis. Gotta have a “good” guy for a hero when you are growing up. Do you think the folded fabric room was there for sound absorption? Thats what I thought when I first saw it.
    What a remarkable trip and memory you have with your Mom and sisters. That is the best thing about your family – you do stuff – together. What a family and I bet you enjoy it as much as we do listening. You sure have a way with words, girl. You make me want to tag along – your gifted.

    • Karen says:

      Thanks Mary W. Don’t get the wrong idea. We came very close to ripping each other’s throats out on several occassions. ;) ~ karen!

      • Grammy says:

        But you didn’t rip each other’s throats out, Karen. And that’s the point. In some families, all four would not have come back in the same shape they left in.

        I have two sisters, and once they both came to visit me and I ended up telling my husband to babysit one of them while I dragged the other out to shop for a vase or something, just to separate the two of them for awhile. Then I felt like killing the one that was with me while we were out, while the other one bent my husband’s ears telling him what a monster the other one could be. I’ve traveled with each of them separately and it was fine, but the three of us could never go on a trip all together, let alone with my mother — who always liked my brothers best…

  27. Phyllis Kraemer says:

    Great stories of your trip! Thank you! It was fun..did you every experience any truly scary moments as warned?

    • Karen says:

      Nothing truly scary Phyllis, but we were warned and told to be safe and careful by everyone, which of course made us more safe and more careful than we’d normally be. It’s absolutely a dangerous city because gangs have moved in. But they’re doing what they can to clean that up and as long as you aren’t stupid you should be fine. ~ karen!

  28. Dorothy Gardner says:

    I was born in Memphis, and we lived minutes from Graceland in the early to mid 60’s. I can remember looking at those gates with the music notes on them .( I remember them being white) No matter what time of day, there were always fans standing at the gate hoping for a glimpse of Elvis.

  29. Marna says:

    Thanks so much for sharing your trip and especially the photos! I liked Elvis a lot. I remember being about 5 or 6 and walking from my grandma’s house down to the little corner grocer and singing “You ain’t nothing but a hound dog!” That’s so funny, I can remember it so clearly. What a wonderful memory of being with your mother. I wish my mother had lived to be that age. You looked great by the way! :)

  30. Pam'a says:

    Thank you for taking a trip to Graceland for me so I don’t ever have to! It’s about what I’d imagined. That kitchen will trigger flashbacks for months to come. What unholy force decided that the whole decade had to be avocado green, harvest gold, and burnt orange? I still, after all these years, can hardly look at it!

  31. JulieD says:

    Oh my Gosh. I just remembered somewhere in the late 70’s or maybe early eighties, I bought a sewing pattern for that kind of pleated fabric wall and ceiling treatment. I was probably about 10 or 12 years old, and needless to say, my mother wouldn’t spring for all that fabric. I tried to convince her we could do it with bed sheets- because decorating with bed sheets was all the rage. She still wouldn’t go for it, of course. Maybe it became a bit of a “thing”,the idea of it at least, because the pattern was from one of the major pattern companies.

    • gabrielle duval says:

      Yes, it was a thing – also known as ‘tenting’, adopted along with many other things that were of an ‘ethnic’ appeal that were so popular in the 70’s like peasant blouses, yurts etc. I leaned how to tent in UCD design school, and am sitting under a half tent right now in my bedroom – tho it is more medieval than ethic.

      It doesn’t have to be tightly engineered. It can be soft, drapey and made of single colour gauze, layered with bright enbroidered banners.

      I always thought the king had rather kitchzey taste. I had to stick up for tenting!

  32. Chris says:

    Thanks for this. I would probably never have wanted to visit Graceland, but you shared the highlights and made it amusing and interesting as well as touching. What a wonderful group you are, travelling together. I know it has its challenges but the memories and the laughs make it well worth it, I imagine.

  33. Jessica says:

    So awesome, I’m from Nashville and I’ve still never been to Graceland! I gotta hop over there one of these days when I’m home visiting my family!
    – Jessica
    Miss Moore Style

  34. MissChris from SA says:

    I must admit he was never one of my favourites – maybe one or two of his songs I enjoyed.
    However, I really enjoyed your sharing of your time in Memphis and Graceland.
    How blessed to have your 80 year old mom still around – and Betty seems feisty – just the way I like older people!!

  35. Cynthia Jones says:

    Your mum is blessed to have a daughter who loves her as you do.

    Your last sentences choked me up a bit. I could hear that your thoughts on your mum, or maybe my ponytail is too tight again.

    Being loved and having someone to laugh with and being dragged along to see icons for your birthday is classic.

    I am surprised you did not eat a bacon, banana and peanut butter sammich, or is that an urban legend?

    Ya gotta admit, he was gorgeous.

  36. Grammy says:

    The only fan letter I ever wrote to anyone in the world was one I wrote to Elvis when I was twelve years old. I wanted him to “wait for me” because I knew for sure that I would be the girl of his dreams if only he could meet me. Alas, he went and married Priscilla later on without ever even giving me a chance. I attributed that to the fact that I hadn’t told him where he was supposed to wait.

    Thanks for making the trip to Graceland and so graciously sharing your photos and commentary. I’m 100% certain that the tour you have given us is better than the iPad tour. And your pictures are all great.

    Glad you ladies had a fine time. Now it’s really time to upgrade your iPhone, just because the later ones really are better and you’ll be stoked about the improved cameras.

    • Mary W says:

      I did the same thing Grammy – and when he sang Love Me Tender, Love Me True in that one movie that everyone hated, I loved him even more. His voice is still easily recognized all these years later. He was weird but then look at Michael Jackson – he just made me happy. Wish I had all his records that I threw away years later. What a moron.

  37. Terri says:

    I saw Elvis at a concert a few months before he died. He was fat!!!!! And gross sweaty. Of course I was in my 20’s and thought he was old. Ha!

  38. Lauren from Winnipeg says:

    On January 8th, 1935 Elvis Presley died at the age of 42.

    You may want to fix that.

  39. Amber says:

    Wow…a pleated upholstery ceiling…are there even words???

    On a completely separate note, WHERE did you get that GORGEOUS striped tunic?!?! It’s stunning! You’re stunning in it! It’s more spectacular than Elvis’ home! I would love to get my hands on it! Please don’t tell me you bought it on a trip somewhere obscure, that always happens when I see such gorgeous outfits.

    Ok. Fingers crossed. Enjoy the rest of your trip!!

  40. Paula says:

    Love your dress in the photo. I think you have Elvis’ death date incorrect, he was born then but died in ‘/77.

  41. Tracy says:

    Am I the only one that thought it was goofy that he’s buried in the yard by the pool? How weird is that? Like he’s the family dog.

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