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First of all I want to let you and everyone know that I am not trying to
start a lynch mob. I have my memories and no one is going to take them away from me. I'll be more than happy to share some of them with you. I don't know what a typical evening upstairs in the penthouse was like but I can give you examples of evenings that I experienced upstairs. For the about the first two years that I was invited upstairs, no one was ever around. Most of the time, they were all sleeping. Sonny seemed to take me up there when they were all sleeping or when the rest of them were gone. I wasn't really an Elvis fan at the time so I didn't really mind at first, but after a while I started wondering if Sonny was ashamed of me or something. If I can remember correctly, the penthouse was nothing special to look at. It was huge and I think I believe it had 3 bedrooms down the hall from the living room, other than Elvis' main suite. Elvis' suite had a bed, a sofa in it, an armoir and his little refrigerator. Elvis used to take a small refrigerator with him everywhere to keep his "Iddy Cream" in it. He loved these green popsicles, always kept them in the refrigerator ( I don't know why he called them this) but I remember him calling them his "iddy cream". He also had an exercise bike in his bedroom suite and I will mention this again later in my story. The living room was huge and I remember that the couch was across the room after you entered the penthouse from the main entrance(on the east side of the building) and I think it was an ugly beige color...very boring. Somewhere behind the sofa was the sliding glass door and through it you could get to the outside penthouse balcony. The dining room had ugly 70's casual/formal highback chairs....yuk.... I do remember thinking that they looked like they belonged in a hotel coffee shop or something. I really was never impressed with the decor of the penthouse. Elvis wasn't the only person who stayed in the penthouse. I always wondered why it was decorated so mediocre. Off from the living room was the hallway with the other bedrooms. I think there were 3 other bedrooms and of course, they were decorated in typical hotel/motel furniture too. As I've mentioned before, I used to pass Elvis with all his entourage in the employee hallways at the Hilton. It was really kind of wierd to me. I always wondered what they were guarding him from. He always had 3 or 4 of his guys and then a couple of Hilton security guards would also come along. The day came that Elvis and I were to go see Tom Jones together. I was instructed how to do everything! I was to arrive at the suite around 3:30 or 4pm. I did that. There was a young man who let me in. I can't remember who he is, but I have been trying to figure it out. He was the nicest kid, a few years younger than me. That would make him around 18 years of age, maybe younger but maybe a little older. He was a sort of gofer for Elvis. He also used to talk about The Oakridge Boys and working for them. I just can't remember who he was. If any of you know who he is, please tell me . I once saw a picture of David Stanley and I think it was him, but I can't be sure. This kid was kind of chubby then, with dark brown hair. Anyhow, he answered the door and showed me to the sofa in the living room. No one else was there. Once again, I was up in the penthouse and I didn't see a soul. I sat there for the longest time...didn't really know what to do. I almost left, but then all of a sudden, here came this young man again and this time he was pushing a wardrobe rack ( you know, a clothing rack..sort of like the thing that bellmen load your luggage on when you check into a hotel). He went right past me and into Elvis' room. Once again, there I sat for awhile and all of a sudden, Voila...out walked the King, and I must emphasize "The King". Elvis sparkled with charisma. He walked right over to me, sat down and there we were, all alone. He talked to me about gospel music and a little about how our bodies were only shells for what is inside of us (spiritual stuff). He talked to me about going to the Tom Jones show and he was in great spirits! All of a sudden, people started flowing in. Before I knew it, the room began to get crowded. I didn't really know too many people. I do remember Sonny was one of the first people to walk in and he kind of ignored me (too bad as I thought we were friends). Elvis kept saying things and the boys were all kind of overly laughing. He (Elvis) would look at me after he would say things and all I can remember is that I thought that what he was saying wasn't as hilarious as everyone seemed to think, roaring with laughter. I would look back at him, not really laughing (kind like, yeah, sure). Sometimes I think that Elvis was testing people. I really feel this way. The next thing I knew, Elvis was on this stupid stationary bike and talking about ordering pizza..and he actually had the gall to say to me "If you get on this bike, you can have pizza too". This I can remember because I only weighed about 116lbs and I was wearing a long shirtwaist, tight styled evening gown that my mother had specially designed for me for the night (I still have the dress). I clearly remember getting annoyed with Elvis when he said that. I looked at him and said "Hmmm" and walked away. Curt says to tell you guys that I am eating pizza right now as I tell this story.Ok, I told them Curt Everyone crowded around Elvis and he entertained them until it was time for us to leave on our date. Beverly (GIRL-FRIEND) |
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It was December 22, 1963 and Mrs. Brock and her daughter Rodonna were
staying with me and my parents and at the movies the night before they had asked Elvis if they could come up to the house and see a bedspread they had made him the year before on his bed, well, I was shocked, but Elvis said sure and told them to come to the gate the next evening. On the evening of December 23, 1963, I drove them to the gate, which was only around the corner since I lived behind Graceland at that time. Vester was working the gate that night. When we got there Mrs Brock told him what Elvis had said and he called the house. When he got off the phone he said it would be a few minutes that Elvis was eating. So we waited. I guess it was about an hour later when the phone rang , Vester picked up the phone. I heard Vester say, "There's nobody here but me, Mrs. Brock, Rodonna and Shirley, ....okay". When he got off the phone he turned to us and said "He said it was okay, let's go". They got up and I just sat there, because I had not asked Elvis if I could come with them, I was just their transportation, but Vester looked at me and said "Come on Shirley, he said for you to come too". Well, you don't have to ask me twice. We walked in the front door and Vester took us to the living room where we sat down on the long white couch. I asked Vester if I could make a call and he took me to the music room where I called my mother, I called my mother the first time I was there too, oh well. I was so thrilled to be there. I was talking to her when I heard Elvis say "Hello everybody" I said to my mother "He's here" and hung up on her. I turned and walked back into the room and said "I had to use your phone, hope you didn't mind" and he just smiled. I went over barely had sat down on the couch when he said "Let's go". We all got up and followed him up the stairs. He was in the lead then, Mrs. Brock, Rodonna, Vester and me. He kept looking back at me and smiling, anyway, we got to the top of the stairs, made a turn to the left and we were in his office. ( he had a desk there at that time and told us it was his office) then we turned to our right and went through his bedroom door. It's funny how those doors were at odd angles, or at least I thought they were. The bedroom had tufted gold walls with black oriental looking furniture ( I think it was oriental) there was a TV hanging from the ceiling and the biggest damn bed I had ever seen with a mirror behind it going all the way to the ceiling. There was an air conditioner in the window and a chair with a pair of powder blue pants laying over the back, the pants laced up the crotch. The bedspread was on the bed, you could tell it had been packed away, but that didn't matter to them, what other superstar would have done that? He then took us down the hall to a room on the right, which, at that time was a conference room, later became Lisa's bedroom. There was a big conference table in the room, then he led us down the hall to a room on the left, which was his closet, There were approximately 7 dept. store sized racks of clothes. He pulled out a coat someone had sent him from Alaska and made the comment that he would probably never wear it. ( I have since seen pictures of him in that coat). He handed Rodonna and Mrs. Brock a Christmas present and told them Merry Christmas, they turned and started back down the hall with Vester following them, I walked out into the hall and started walking slowly back when I heard "Shirley", I turned walked back to where Elvis was standing and he said "This is for you, Merry Christmas" and handed me a Christmas present. I thanked him profusely, until I made myself sick. We walked back to his bedroom where they were waiting, as we walked he said "Now, don't open it until Christmas and don't tell anybody at the gate I gave this to you, because I don't have enough to give one to everybody" I assured him I wouldn't. Once back in his bedroom The Brocks continued to talk his ears off, I finally got a chance to ask him if I could bring my high school annual to the movies and have him autograph it and said "Sure honey, bring it tonight, I'll be glad to sign it". I remember standing in the bedroom looking at the drapes over the windows and thinking about the times I had stood at the gate looking at these windows from the outside and now I was seeing them from the other side. Finally, it was time to go and we said our good-byes, I thanked him for letting me come too and he said "Anytime". Right, anytime, just come up and knock on the door!!! He really thought he was accessible. Of course as soon as I got hom I opened my present to find an RCA transistor radio with carrying case and earplugs, which I still have today. Later that night at the movies I took my annual and he autographed it "To Shirley, my best always, Elvis" That was my favorite autograph of all I have and it was stolen from me, they even took the annual. He was wearing the powder blue pants that were laying across the back of the chair at the movies that night, I have pictures of him from that night and my mother is in the background holding my annual. Shirley Connell |
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November, 1960 my father took me and girlfriend from school to the gate.
Vester was working that evening. My Dad talked to Vester for a few minutes then he got into the car to take a nap as he had to be at work at 11:00 that night. There were several people there just hanging out. I struck up a conversation with this couple who informed me they were going up to the house later, Elvis was having a party. I asked her how did they get to go and she informed me that someone from the house would come down and pick out the crowd and if they knew you, you could go. Well, I knew no one knew me, so I asked her would she consider letting me and my girlfriend go with them up to the house. She kinda looked at me for a minute and then agreed. I couldn't believe it, I felt like screaming, but I didn't. I was so excited. Finally, a car came down and a man got out and sort of picked through the group of people. Next thing I know, I'm on my way to the house. I was so nervous. When we got into the house the girl and her friend told me and my girlfriend not to be wandering around then they left us standing in the hallway. I walked into the living room where there was an extra long white sofa, white carpet, red drapes. I just kinda walked around in a dream state. Then I saw Travis. He came up to me and welcomed me. I asked him if I could use the phone and he took me to a phone in the hallway. I called my mother to tell her where I was. (she knew where I was, but my father was asleepin the car). At any rate when I got off the phone I decided to walk around a little bit and found myself at the back of the staircase where I saw stairs so I started down them. There were mirrors on each side of the steep staircase and I could hear voices. There were several voices, taliking, laughing. When I reached the bottom I turned to the right where I immediately saw Elvis playing pool. I froze in my tracks and just stood there. I could not believe my eyes, he was beautiful. I remember George Klein and Gene Smith and Lamar Fike were there, I know there were others, but I don't remember who, anyway with Elvis in the room there was no one else. I finally turned and went across to the den where there were several couples listening to music. The room was dimly lit, there was a circular couch with tiny rose tea lights that went around the top of the couch. We got a drink from the bar (served Pepsi or Orange Crush) I got an Orange Crush and sat down on the couch. I had to sit down or fall down. My brain was mush and my blood pressure was probably at stroke level. I just could not believe I was there and Elvis was in the next room. I was so nervous. Finally , I went back upstairs and went into the dinning room, at that time there were two antique buffets on each side of the door going to the kitchen. He had pictures of himself and Anita Wood. I talked to Travis and Loraine for a while then I went over and sat down at the table. Elvis' scrapbooks were on the table and I started thumbing through them when I felt like someone was watching, I looked up and there stood Elvis in the doorway when I made eye contact with him, he smiled and walked back into the kitchen. About that time Vester barged into the room and said "Oh there you are Shirley, your Dad's looking for you". I could have crawled under the table. I went over and he informed that I had to go and he ushered me out of the house. I was so upset. At any rate when we got to the gate my Dad was waiting. It was 10:00 and he had to be at work at 11:00. We got into the car and started home when my girlfriend remembered she left her coat at Graceland, so we had to turn arond and go back. Vester took us back up to the house and when we walked in there stood Travis. I immediately walked up to him and asked him to introduce me to Elvis. He said "Sure, follow me". I followed him down the little hallway around the back of the stairs into the kitchen where I saw Elvis in all his glory with black pants, grey sweater, black suede shoes and a spatula in his hand flipping hamburgers, yes folks, he was cooking. He had six hamburgers cooking. Travis walked up to him and said "Elvis, I've got someone I want you to meet". Elvis walked up and took my hand, I almost passed out. Travis introduced us and Elvis looked down at me and said " Hi, it's nice to meet you". I said "It's nice to meet you too. He said "Are you having a good time". I said "Yes, but I've got to go home my daddy's gotta go to work" Elvis said " Oh, that's too bad, well, you come back and see me anytime ". I said: "Okay, I will". Of course, I didn't know that I could reach the President of the United States quicker than I could Elvis. At any rate I left floating on air, vowing to never wash my hand The funny thing is, I don't remember a thing my girlfriend did or said. I don't remember ever seeing that couple again either. You have to realize, I had just turned 13 and was scared to death. Sorry, if this is too long. Shirley Connell |
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Elvis was always great with the fans ... before Elvis filmed the 68 NBC
Special, he was worried that no-one would attend the tapings (hard to believe!!) He took a handful of tickets and proceeded to hand them out to the fans - he did that on two seperate occasions that I know of. Needless to say, he did not need to worry....there weren't any empty seats at any of the tapings that followed! After the tapings he grilled everyone on their opinion of the shows- so much so that a bunch of fans decided to make up a "report card" for him. They made a large white cardboard "card" for him and "graded" him. (Can't remember the different catagories listed, but there were about 7 or 8). They took the card and hung it on the gate so he'd see it when he drove up. No-one was there when he arrived and the sign was gone the next day and he naver made any referene to it. A few days later the "card" was back up on the gate. he had taken the original card, turned it over, and had written a "report card" for the fans. Both sides passed with flying colors!! He made some comment about "next thing I know, there's gonna be a suggestion box nailed to my gate" - Sandi Miller. |
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I think it was Christmas of 1971, but I could be wrong. You know they
say the mind is the second thing to go. We had gone to the movies the night before Cristmas Eve, but we figured he wouldn't go on Christmas Eve. I called the house at about 9:00pm, just to make sure. I talked to Charlie and he said, yes they would be there. We got to the theatre at about the same time as usual. After waiting about an hour, there was still no sign of Elvis. I was on my way to the phone to call the house again when Elvis pulled in. We would get to see something this night that we never got to see. Elvis got out of the car and he was wearing jeans. I can't remember if Shirley was there, but I'm sure she either saw it or heard about it. He also had on a UT football jersey. I could tell that this was a real game jersey. I had played for UTC, and knew what the real ones looked like. It had the number 31 on it. When we got into the lobby Elvis told everyone that he was sorry for being late. He said he had been putting toys together for Lisa. He said he had, had a hard time with a tricycle. He said, when she gets on it parts may go everywhere. We all knew that he had probably just been supervising. This is the only time that I can remember him wearing jeans to the movie. The night before he had worn white boots, white pants, the red shirt, from "That's The Way It Is", and a white vest. He also had on a white shoulder holster. All night he kept telling everyone that he looked like Santa, because he was in all red an white. Steve |
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I feel the time has come to tell my story. I'm sure that there are
many on here who do not care to hear it. For those people all I can say is don't read any further.I tell it for two reasons. First and formost to show what an idiot Marty Lacker is.He needs to realize that his blanket denial of anyone knowing Elvis needs to stop. The second reason is,I love to share Elvis stories and I know there are those here who do want to hear it. This story is long so I will divide it into two parts. Remember,everything I write,I can prove. When I was eight years old I saw Elvis on t.v. and became an instant fan. Being so young I didn't realize how far away Memphis Tn. was. I asked my dad,who would have given me the world,to take me to Memphis to meet Elvis. One day he surprised and said,"We are going to Memphis tomorrow to meet Elvis." My dad was working third shift at the time.So,the next morning when he got home from work,my mom,a female cousin,and myself piled into the car for a six hour ride to Memphis. When we arrived we stopped at a gas station,changed clothes,got directions and headed for Audubon Drive. When we got to the house,a few fans were standing around the fence.The traffic was at a steady stream.After having worked all night,and driven all day,I'm sure my dad was worn out.After sitting in the car for about an hour my dad said "I didn't drive six hours to look at a house." He got out of the car,opened the gate and started walking toward the house,with us following.He knocked on the front door and Vernon stepped out. He appeared to be wearing old clothes with paint on them.My dad said "I brought my son to meet Elvis,is he in?" Vernon said "no ,he's out on the road". We started to take pictures while Vernon and my dad made small talk. He asked my dad,what he did for a living? Dad told him he was a carpenter. Vernon said,"You're just the man I've been looking for." He said they were doing some remodeling,and he wanted dad to show him something. (Years later my dad learned that Vernon was a carpenter also,but had never mentioned it that day.) He took us into the house.Gladys was in the kitchen cooking,and Vernon called for her to come and meet us. He took us into a room,that they were putting trim up in.While my dad and Vernon were discussing the project,I was looking out into the back yard. My cousin was facing the hallway,when all of a sudden her eyes lite up and her mouth came open.I turned around and there stood ELVIS. He smiled and said,"How are you fine folks today." Vernon seemed alittle embarrassed,and said, I have to tell people he's not home.After telling Elvis what big fans we were,we talked for about fifteen minutes. Dad told him that he had been up all night and Elvis said,"I have too." He talked about the house and then he,along with Gladys,showed us around. You could tell they were all proud of the house.My dad,not wanting to over stay his welcome,said "we have to be going." I was on cloud nine and could not wait to get back home and tell everyone I had met Elvis Presley. I remained an Elvis fan,and would tell everyone who would listen,my story. I went through life buying every Elvis record,seeing every Elvis movie and remembering what a nice person Elvis was. In 1958 my dads cousin was drafted and served in Texas and Germany with Elvis. I sent a letter, through my cousin, to Elvis. I wrote about our meeting at his house,which I was sure he had forgotten. I was playing college football and living life to the max,seldom thinking about this meeting on Audubon Drive. After leaving college I entered the police academy. I had been on the force for about a year,when another officer,a friend and myself were watching t.v. when something came on the news about Elvis. I told them I had met him and showed them the photos from Audubon Drive. The other officer said,"why don't we go to Memphis and meet him?' Within an hour,with photos in hand, we were off to Memphis. Very shortly, Elvis and I would meet again. This time I would be around a while. As Paul Harvey would say, next post I will tell " The rest of the story". And yes, I did come to know Elvis. TOP COP (steve kelly) |
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wo kommen denn die stories her, marie?
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