Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I Was Supposed To Marry Elvis
I think I was 10 when I first saw Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan Show.
Before that first introduction to the man who should have been my first husband, I had planned to become a nun. I prayed on it, and was sure I had a "calling". That "calling" went right out the window when Elvis made his appearance on the small black and white television screen.
Elvis was born on January 8th. I was born on January 21st. Elvis was 11 years older than I was but age was just a number to me. (I've always been sort of free and easy about those things. Ask anyone.)
I was 12 when Elvis left to go into the Army. I was distraught, but brave. I knew he'd probably come back alive since he was in Germany and it was not during a war or anything.
While Elvis was in Germany, he met this girl, Priscilla, who was only 14. I was stunned. I was not too young for him after all, having turned 13 and 14 while he was gone. I had black hair. I could have gotten blue contacts if that's what he liked. I loved him. I gave up being a nun for him. My mother hated Elvis at first, but then she and her sister fell in love with him about the time he started doing those tacky Las Vegas shows.
I moved on from Elvis when I was almost 15. I even stopped seeing his movies. My mother and my aunt still swooned over him even in those stupid looking jumpsuits. If I had been his wife, I would not have allowed him to wear anything so dumb. (Ask Alex if you don't believe me.)
If I had been able to marry Elvis at 10, I would have in a heartbeat. By the time I was 15, the love affair was over. It may be just as well, seeing as how it didn't turn out really great in the long run. I still think the guy could sing though.
I visited my son in Memphis when he was in Millington, TN, doing his "A School" to become a Navy Airman. My daughter Sheila and I stayed in a suite at the Hyatt Regency. My son John joined us there for the weekend. Sheila and I were going on to Oklahoma City to visit my mother's older sister, Berta, for a few days on our trip before returning to San Francisco. The day we left Memphis, I called my aunt to confirm our arrival time with her. She was horrified that I had been in Memphis and not visited Graceland.
My daughter and I told her we would try to get on a tour before we caught our airplane. We took the Graceland tour. I never felt so inbred in my life.
When I saw the "jungle room", I thanked my lucky stars I had escape the fate of being Elvis's wife.