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| Graceland |
I so wanted to be Lisa Marie Presley. Growing up near Memphis, Elvis was local royalty, adored by all. People flocked to Graceland hoping to catch a glimpse of The King. He had been known to toss diamond rings over the iron gates like Mardi Gras beads to passersby. We would have been thrilled to see anyone walking around on the front stoop – a gardener, the pest control man – anyone with access within those hallowed inner walls surrounding the estate.
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| Lisa Marie’s TV room. |
When Lisa Marie was born, we eagerly soaked up all the available news like crazed stalkers. Although mostly shielded from the public, the newspaper occasionally threw the adoring fans a bone and published a rare photo of Lisa Marie riding her pony in the backyard at Graceland. She had her own pony. Driving by Graceland on the way to the zoo or the Pink Palace Museum, I tried to imagine which bedroom would have been mine had I been born to Elvis and Priscilla instead of Thomas and Barbara? Lisa Marie was the luckiest girl, I didn’t know.
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| Backside of Graceland |
There was a big, kidney-shaped swimming pool in the backyard of Graceland, which didn’t much compare to our plastic one, filled to the rim with rusty cold water from the hose. The well water sometimes turned our hair and clothes orange, matching our cool shag carpet. Although we had John Deere tractors, Lisa Marie had her own plane. What a charmed life!
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| Underbelly of the Lisa Marie |
As a toddler, Elvis took L-Marie on that plane to see snow in Colorado. Like we didn’t have snow? As a child growing up before global warming, we enjoyed deep snowfalls each winter, dismissing school for weeks at a time, a definite benefit to country living. Did Lisa Marie even have to attend school? Regardless, being a farm girl with a life revolving around weather conditions, I knew good and well the massive weather fronts affecting Northeast Arkansas traveled smooth across the Mississippi River and straight into Memphis over Graceland. We were only a few miles apart as the crow flies. Who was Elvis trying to fool? Memphis and Graceland and Lisa Marie got the same exact snowfall we received. And it made for perfectly delicious snow cream. If I had a plane instead of a tractor, I would go to the beach!
I was convinced that someday lucky Lisa Marie would meet and marry my heartthrob Donny Osmond. She was just that lucky. Each night I gazed at my OhSoCute, life-sized poster of Donny taped to the bedroom closet door. He was wearing a white sequined jumpsuit, much like the one Elvis wore during Live from Las Vegas, only smaller. Seeing Donny O in concert was THE highlight of my pre-teen life. Driving past Graceland on the way to the show, I happily waved to Lisa Marie in case she was looking out my window. In truth, I suspected she was already backstage with Donny.
After Elvis died, I felt so sad for her. Graceland became circus-like as did my hometown. Most of the ladies in Keiser had tickets to Elvis’ upcoming concert which never happened. Did Lisa Marie even have a real home anymore? Maybe she could stay at our house? We practically had a jungle room.
I don’t know if Lisa Marie ever met Donny Osmond, maybe on Dancing with the Stars? Of course she totally blew whatever chance she had with him when she married Michael Jackson. What on earth was she thinking? If Elvis is in that grave by the Graceland swimming pool, I know he rolled over a few times when that happened.
Thank goodness for unanswered prayers. Turns out I’m the one with the charmed life.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
talya
Elvis, “All Shook Up”
Donny Osmond, “Puppy Love”
“Elvis was the king. No doubt about it. People like myself, Mick Jagger and all the others only followed in his footsteps.”
-Rod Stewart
Ahhh…I remember when Elvis died, I had tickets and planned to go to my first Elvis concert….it was the summer before my first year of college…I will never forget that. Thank you…thank you very much for sharing your charming blog with us!!!
“If I had a plane instead of a tractor, I would go to the beach”…….Love that
Talya’s Mom
WelluhhhhThankyaThankyavurymuuuch for reposting this!=) As always, a most excellent read, grasshoppuh=), even when I read it twice!=) Well, okayokayokay, actually, I somehow missed this one, earlier, so, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I’ve read it. And I totally agree that you have a much better life than Lisa Marie. You are blessed with an amazing and wonderful loving family, and on top of that, you know for sure who you friends are! Like the ole hillbilly used to say, “It don’t git no betta than thayut!!!”=) So, Happy Elvis Day!!! 25 years later, and his legacy is still rockin’ onward!!!=)
I recall just where I was when I heard Elvis had died. First phone call of the day from my office in San Francisco. Sort of like a Kennedy moment. Visited Graceland once. Time capsule. Kip