by Wanda June Hill » Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:42 pm
(excerpts from her letter. She knew Elvis just before he went into the army and saw him twice when he returned.)
[Elvis would come up to our rooms (we had two adjoining for 4 struggling acttresses) and make us all laugh telling about things that had happened to him on the set. He was shy the first time, but we seemed to fit together, he called my friends "sisters" and always asked about whomever was "missing" or where we were looking for work. We all worked waitressing to pay our daily bread bills; Elvis paid for our rooms a couple of times and refused to take any money for it saying that he was using them as much as we were so he felt he ought to pay something too. He'd come around and have who ever was home wash his hair and sit under our salon style drier and Elaine ironed his shirts for him once in a while...or sewed on buttons. He always looked sharp, everything went together and boy, when he wore black and red, he sizzled!
Sometimes before he left we all got kisses-usually he would kiss me last and whisper, "Come see me, please?" I'd go up and stay with him but he didn't always ask-and I didn't always just go up, he was very old fashioned in some ways, in a cool and level headed way. I liked him best when he was in a funny, laughing alot mood and my favorite times were when he sang to me, very softly right into my ears. He was pretty romantic at times. The last time we were together was almost a disaster. I had met another young man who was five years older than myself and I ended up marrying him, had the kids and then he died of lung cancer having smoked from age 8 years old. I told Elvis that I was seeing another fellow, he was okay with that and wished us well. Then the last time he came to our rooms, we were having a little party because I was pregnant (happy to be) and my fella and I were going to get married. I told Elvis I was pregnant and he blanched white faced, stood there with his hands kind of wrung together; we were staring at him, with no idea that he would think what he thought. He looked as if he were going to die from lack of air, I went to him, took his arm and asked if he was alright. He stammered something and hung his head, looking as if he couldn't look me in the eyes. It dawned on me that he thought he made me pregnant so I grabbed him in a hug and said, "Not you honey! I'm getting married next weekend-I told you I had a fella on the line!" It's a wonder the curtains weren't sucked off the windows he took such a deep breath and shook all over like a dog!
He stammered some then softly, just to me said, "I thought, I thought...gawd you know what I thought" I told him my fella and I wanted to have babies-so with him I didn't use anything and neither did he. Elvis knew that I took care of that problem-he was very, very careful about that-HE did not want to have any kids unless he was married to their mother first! And wasn't shy about saying so - I don't think he would have allowed anything to happen that might override that decision!
That was the last time he came to our rooms-the girls said he was friendly when they ran into him but it was me he wanted and not any of them though they were more than willing. He was intrigued because I was raised like him, in the south and through some rough times. We understood each other-he also knew that I wasn't interested in being a big star - or a bit player and if I thought that was what I was headed for-I'd quit. I did after 1967. I hadn't done anything of merit, just paid some bills and raised the kids with commercials, bit parts and looking good at functions now and then. I saw him briefly in 1964 on the set of a Dean Martin movie and Elvis was happy to see me, knew me right away and came hurrying over to give me a hug. He was so handsome, young and vital and sexier than ever and did he ever beam when I told him so.
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Wanda June Hill
author of "We Remember, Elvis" & "Elvis - Face to Face"