Friday, January 8, 2021

Happy birthday

 1935 was a very good year.  Elvis Presley, my first heartthrob, was born on January 8, 1935.  My first husband and true love was born on February 7, 1935.  One summer,  after we dropped our children off at  Space Camp, my husband and I were heading further south to spend the week in Gulf Shores.  On the way, since we weren't in any hurry, we took a detour through Tupelo, Mississippi to see Elvis's birthplace.  It wasn't open that day but we did drive past.  I don't know what I was expecting, but it just looked so little and normal, like the houses in the small town of my childhood.  From what friends have told me, if I want to see the glitz and glamor that was Elvis in his later years I need to go to Graceland.  I'm not sure I'll ever make that trip but I did see his gold plated Cadillac at the Country Music Hall of Fame Museum in Nashville.  It's not really all gold plated, just the handles and other trim, which still makes it pretty glitzy.  I actually saw Elvis perform once, right here in Fort Wayne, Indiana in 1957.  He was young then, and handsome and alive and I was sure he was singing right to me. Sweet memories.

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