I was 7 when I decided I would marry Elvis when I grew up.
I was heartbroken to learn that he had died and shocked when I found out that he was much older than I thought. Why, he was even older than my dad! The Elvis from the movies I watched on Sat. afternoons appeared to be about 20 years old to me (but hey, what does a 7 year know?).
He seemed like the perfect man to marry. Elvis was handsome and talented. Who wouldn't want a man that could sing like him? sigh...
(Heather, this photo of Elvis in black leather is especially for you as I know you share a love of Elvis!)
Hopefully, this peek at the photos in the collector's magazine will help Samantha get past thinking of Elvis as the guy who always wore sequined jumpsuits!
Every year on the anniversary of his death, my sister and I would be allowed to stay up late to watch Elvis movies on t.v. This year, I think I'll just pop one of his movies into the dvd player to watch after I repack this old magazine away for safe keeping.