Today is random day. Thought I’d share some Elvis facts and some personal Elvis memories.
Elvis didn’t like to wear jeans, because they reminded him of when he was poor. He mostly only wore them for movie roles.
My dad used to tease my sisters and I unmercifully about Elvis, but after Elvis passed away, he said he’d never tease us again. My oldest brother, Eddie, also gave us a hard time about Elvis. I remember one particular remark that, while I probably didn’t think it was very amusing at the time, is actually pretty funny. Referring to the below album cover, he said “It looks like his face caught on fire and someone tried to put it out with an ice pick.” Ha! It totally does not, right? 🙂
Elvis wanted to perform in Europe but he never toured outside the United States. Supposedly, it was because Colonel Parker, his manager, was an illegal immigrant, and he was afraid he would not be allowed back in the U.S. Isn’t that crazy to think something like that prevented fans all over the world from seeing Elvis in concert?
In January, 1974, when I was 12, Elvis released a single, “There’s a Honky Tonk Angel,” which received a lot of airplay on country radio stations. Each morning before school, my sisters and I called a local Oklahoma City station, I think it was KEBC, but I’m ashamed to say I can’t recall specifically, and requested the song. The DJ would always play it for us before it was time to leave for school, and that started our day off perfectly.
Lisa Marie once worked for Jerry Schilling, one of Elvis’ closest lifelong friends and a manager/producer. They kept it a secret, and no one knew when they called, that she was the one answering phones. Jerry said that sometimes she would come into his office and say, “There’s a call from someone wanting to talk with you about Lisa Marie.” She got a kick out of them not knowing it was her. Somehow, word leaked and the media converged on the office. Lisa had to quit after that, and she was very disappointed. It was her first job, and she loved being able to live like a regular person. Side note: Jerry’s nickname for Lisa was “Memphis.”
My sister, Ruth, and my brother-in-law, Tom, took me to Memphis for my fortieth birthday (we won’t say how many years ago that was…), and we took a riverboat ride on the Mississippi. Unfortunately, there was no air-conditioning in the boat, and this was July. In Memphis. Yes, July. Anyway… We went to the outside top of the boat to get some air, although I will say, it wasn’t really ‘cool’ air, it was more like thick, sticky, humid air. And, the worse part was, while outside, we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes as big as our heads. For some reason, they especially attacked Ruth. We got back to the hotel and were riding the elevator up to our room. Ruth (who loves Elvis every bit as much as I do) was sweat-soaked and riddled with huge, itchy mosquito bites. She said, “I can’t wait to get out of this hell-hole of a town.” (or something to that effect). I said, “But, Ruth, Elvis LOVED Memphis!” And she said, “That son of a bitch had air-conditioning everywhere he went!” My mouth dropped open and I said, “You just called Elvis a son of a bitch.” She was immediately horrified and apologetic. And, of course, being the loving sister that I am, I have not let her forget it.
Cissy Houston, Whitney Houston’s mother, was an original, founding member of the Sweet Inspirations and sang back up for Elvis.
Jerry Schilling was once married to Myrna Smith, another member of the Sweet Inspirations.
My son, Presley, is a server in a restaurant. Recently, a couple came in and sat in his section. When he introduced himself, they said, “Oh my God, your name is Presley?” My son said it was, and they told him that, two years ago, their baby girl was born, and they named her Presley. This day was the two year anniversary of her death. Presley was very moved and a bit emotional. They felt there was a reason for them to connect with him that day. It was a sad, but special moment for the couple and for my son.
Thank you for stopping by. Any Elvis memories or facts you’d like to share?
Elvis was known for his giving heart and charitable work during his lifetime. Lisa Marie and Elvis Presley Enterprises have continued that tradition with their involvement in various charities. In 1984, The Elvis Charitable Foundation was formed. The EPCF created a scholarship fund for students majoring in the arts. The charity also contributes to one of Elvis’ favorite charities, Goodwill Homes, a Memphis facility that provides counseling and services for abused children and their families. The EPCF also assists numerous other charities, especially focusing on arts, education and children’s programs.
Learn more here, including how to donate:
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On Elvis’ birthday this year, I released a Vintage Romance short story set in 1957, and of course, my heroine is an Elvis fan. 🙂 As a tribute to Elvis’ generosity, and in order to assist with this worthy cause, 10% of my proceeds for End of Lonely Street will go to the EPCF.
All Toby Lawson wants is to go to college to become a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and some painful memories. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away and helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.
Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, she can‘t get past the fact that her drunken mother once kissed him. He soon realizes the true problem lies in Toby’s belief she’s not good enough for him and in her fear she will be just like her mother.
What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?
5 responses to “Ramblings of a Lifelong Elvis Presley Fan – Part 45 – Memories and Tidbits”
Wow! Didn’t know Cissy Houston sang back-up for Elvis. That is so cool. Do you know if her voice was anywhere near as unbelievable as Whitney’s? As regards Presley’s “chance” meeting on the two-year anniversary of the loss of the couple’s baby girl Presley–I can’t believe that was chance. God does indeed work in mysterious ways. As for my own Elvis story, my cuz was determined to honor the King by naming my goddaughter Erin Shea. (You, of course, know who the middle name is a tribute to…that’s when she liked me =). When I asked her why “Erin” she said after Elvis and I said, “Huh?” “Yeah. And if it had been a boy, his name would have been Aaron.”
I know, crazy, isn’t it? 🙂 She had a gorgeous voice. The Sweet Inspirations were incredible. I agree…I think they were meant to connect. Awww, I do remember that. VERY cool!
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Very nice ramblings and great pictures. thank you
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Love the story of the Mosquitoes on the Boat cruise on the Mississippi! I have many Elvis stories, but my fav is how I met Elvis. I was riding in a car with my father, down a very big BLVD in St. Louis, Mo. called ‘King’shighway Blvd. No kidding! I was 13yrs old with a ponytail in place. The year was Nov. 1954. I turned to ask my daddy a question, when my thoughts were interrupted by a very strange new voice sing a song called ‘That’s All Right’…I listened and immediately thought the singer was a black man but one I didn’t recognize. I said, ‘Daddy, I don’t know who this guy is, but I bet he is going to be someone special’! My dad replied, ‘You may be right, Kid…..You just may be right’! I will never forget the twinkle in my fathers’ eyes! He loved the unknown Elvis Presley as much as I did! Great memory of Elvis and my Dad. Elvis would have loved him, for he was a St. Louis Detective Police Officer, and Elvis loved the policemen in his life.
Great memory, indeed. And, of course, there might have been some question as to whether this awesome singer was black or white…after all, how many white singers were rockin’ it out in the 50s? Jerry Lee, maybe. On the other hand, I recall my mother saying how shocked she was to learn the incredibly talented Sam Cooke (another singer/songwriter lost so young) was black. But back to your post, Clementine, just another star in Elvis’ cap that he admired and respected the police officers in his life.