Graceland in Memphis
Stained glass peacocks
The TV Room with six sets
The snooker room
The Jungle Room (There’s a story here!)
The Trophy corridor and room with Gold Discs and Elvis costumes
Vernon’s Grave
Elvis’s grave
Photography – Elvis Presley – Graceland – Memphis
You sure? isn’t that his old man’s stone?
I just checked and you’re right. I put the wrong one up! I’ll rectify that! Thanks for pointing that out, Andrew.
Easy done, pal, there’s rather a lot of stones to choose from!
Done that! Soon have the full set!
Good, if you’ve any dupes can we do swaps?
I’ll swap you a Grace for a Jesse.
That’s a dead loss!
True story.
Newcastle `83.
Norman was the hotel head porter and a very strange and weird character. He hated all other people except his immediate family. He often hid away out of sight and difficult for the girls at the desk to find when required to perform his duties. He was one of these people that was always looking for the sympathy vote. About 30 seconds after being introduced to him by my GM boss, he’d spotted me on my own and sauntered up and quietly told me that he hated Assistant Managers. He didn’t enjoy my reaction of grinning at him. Big mistake in his book. In another life I’d have looked to lose him because he was seldom “available”, but he had some kind of special relationship with the GM, who was gay, yet Norman wasn’t. I never learned what it was.
Anyway, Norman occasionally would walk into my office to “talk”. It was more a monologue of personal rants and never anything to do with work. One time he told me that he had 2 children that “died on him” – his words that for some reason I’ve not forgotten. He had named them both Norman and buried them side by side.
I would agree that it’s a stiff proposition!
There’s something strange about the Normans. I’m not sure what I think about this using of names.
I omitted to mention that Norman always referred to himself in the 3rd person, hence, “died on him” as opposed to “died on me”. I’m sure he was Norman Bates II.
Did he have a mother who had died on him?
Unconfirmed, as we didn’t have that particular chat…
He didn’t own a motel?
A Home should be a Home not a show house. You can have all the money in the world but still make your house your Home.
I think Elvis used it as a home. He liked to play. There were bowling alleys, shooting ranges, hundreds of vehicles, golf buggies, horses. a swimming pool. You name it. He like his telly, comfort and ease.
He was a Boy from a poor background who then had it all. I was saying to Jonathan I don’t think he would have been as big in the business or those Beatles storm America if Buddy Holly had lived.
Buddy was brilliant and it would have been interesting to see if he would have got back with the Crickets as planned. That might have been good.
I would love to have seen Elvis without being shackled by Colonel Tom and shackled to those dreadful Hollywood films.
I love the Beatles and think they would have happened anyway. In the late 50s America shut down Rock ‘n’ Roll. I don’t know how Buddy would have survived as a rocker. He might have just done ballads. The Beatles blew those walls down. I would loved to have seen Buddy work with the Beatles. They both had that love of harmony and melody.
Hi Anna, actually I think the Beatles would have happened anyway, with or without Buddy being around. I’m not belittling him, but he would have represented the “old guard” by 1964, had he lived. American youth was looking for something completely new to cheer them up after the depressive slump that mainstream US media had slumped into following Kennedy’s death. The Beatles were the antidote to all that. Right time, right place kind of thing.
I agree with you Andrew. But I would have loved to have seen Buddy with the Beatles. I think he would have been open to it in a way that Elvis wasn’t. But then Elvis was not a songwriter. He was dependent on good material from other writers.
Evening Andrew, I am not going to contradict you, my goodness you are far too intelligent. Hope you are not still sitting there in a towel with all the windows open, careful of your chest.
Worry ye not – nobody can see me!
Andrew – Who knows someone might be looking through binoculars