I´m born in 77 and grew up with Elvis´music, but I did´t know much about him until I started "doing research" last year. Instinctively I always knew he was special...
I´ve read good and bad books and quickly found the girls to be the more reliable sources than the guys who Wanda so lovingly calls the Memphis Monkeys
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Anyway, Jeanne LeMay spent a lot of time with Linda and Elvis, even worked in the office at Graceland for Vernon for a while. She wrote a little book about the time (Elvis, Linda and me) and I would like to share an excerpt, showing Elvis´love for Lisa. Enjoy!
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I [Jeanne] also taught her [Lisa] the fine art of eating a banana and peanut butter together. Elvis had mentioned to me one day that he was worried she was not eating enough nutritious foods and was instead snacking on sweets and snacks. So I said, "Lisa, let me show you one of my favorite ways to eat bananas and peanut butter." I showed her how to take a peeled banana and, using a knife, spread a little dab of the peanut butter on the end and then eat it. She seemed to really get into that and Elvis was impressed that she was eating something good for her for a change and was actually having fun doing it.
Several days later, Lisa and I were sitting at the table in the dining room. One of the maids had placed a bowl of soup and some crackers in front of her for lunch, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was not very interested in what was sitting in front of her. I knew she was instead probably thinking about what sweets might be in the kitchen. I said to her, "I´m going to tell you a story," and I began singing and humming the story of Goldilocks that I´d learned as a little girl. Lisa´s eyes got real big as I got to the exciting part, and suddenly I stopped.
"Why´d you stop, Jeanne?" she asked.
"Well," I said, "I can´t continue until you start eating your soup and crackers."
That was all it took, and she was digging into the soup as I continued to tell the story. She finished the entire bowl of soup just so she could hear the end of the story. The maid walked by and whispered, " I don´t know how you got her to eat that soup. She never has finished it before."
I didn´t think much about it until later that day when I was upstairs in Lisa´s bathroom packing my things, getting ready to fly back home. Linda walked in and laid three crisp one hundred dollar bills down on the counter in front of me and smiled.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"Well, Elvis heard what you did for Lisa today, how you got her to eat her soup and crackers, and he wants you to stay on a few more days. He knows you´re not getting paid while you´re here, and so he thought this might entice you to stay a little longer. He´s really appreciative of how you´re helping with Lisa. Plus, I think Lisa wants you to stay, as well."
Luckily Memphis experienced a freak ice storm and they closed the airport, and that was my excuse, when I called my boss, why i couldn´t make it back to Rhode Island as originally scheduled.
That night we were all sitting around in the living room when Elvis told Lisa it was time for her to go to bed.
"Oh daddy, I don´t want to go to bed yet. Can´t I just stay up a little more? Please?"
"No, sweet darlin´," he said, "I promised your mother I´d get you to bed at a decent hour. You don´t wat me getting in trouble with her, do you?"
"No, I guess not," she slowly said. "But can you sing for me a song before I go to bed?"
"Okay, honey," Elvis answered. "Should we let Jeanne watch us say our prayers first?"
"Yessss," she squealed in delight, and then, looking at me, she said, "Come on, let´s go upstairs to my bedroom."
She ran over and grabbed my hand and the two of us, along with Elvis and Linda, headed up to her bedroom. She was already in her cute little pajama, and she and Elvis got down on their knees by the side of the bed. I would have given everything I owned to have had my camera then, but I didn´t. That was one of the most precious sights I´ve ever seen in my life. There were the two of them saying a little prayer together, one they´d obviously said a million times before. It looked like a Norman Rockwell painting with the two of them against the bed and the dim light of a single lamp bathing them in soft light.
Linda and I stood by he doorway, letting the two of them have their special moment together. Then Elvis helped Lisa up into her bed and tucked her in. Before leaving, he honored his promise to sing her a song. I don´t remember what the song was, but I´m pretty sure it was a lullaby. I recall being completely enthralled at the sight unfolding before me as Elvis Presley sang his daughter a song in her bedroom at Graceland that night. And I was fortunate enough to be standing there watching. Not too many other people can ever say they did that. Lisa was the most adorable little girl, and I felt grateful being a part of it.
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Remarkable, right? Taking care of everybody, including his girlfriend´s best friend.
Ingrid
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Also agree about how weird and almost "non communicative" in a person to person sense our world has become due to things being so high-tech nowadays and fast moving, etc.... 
In some ways I too wish that things could go back to the way they once were where it seemed like more people HONESTLY cared about one another just for the sake of caring rather than with the whole "what's in it for me" attitude that sadly seems to slowly be taking hold of our world. 
