by Wanda June Hill » Sun Jun 29, 2008 1:10 pm
You know, what I recall about being "close to Elvis" was the way he hugged, it was what one reads and thinks when saying "embraced" I think. He didn't just give a "fake" or "casual" hug- if he was going to hug you, he wrapped his arms around, he used his hands, he felt your shoulders, he pulled you in to his arms, he stepped into yours...I can't really describe it- but I know from reading and hearing a few other people who were hugged (even people he didn't know and was going down a line, or just ran into etc: or just met him) they all say being hugged by him was "special" and not just because it was a "star" or Elvis Presley...they were "touched" deeply, emotionally, spiritually, what ever one might call it, they expressed wonder, delight, sure shock and excitement at being that close to "him"...but they also comment on his "style of hugging"...some can't quite express it. Especially men whom he hugged... a few he kissed- and they usually were in "need" of something like that from a man they respected etc:... some have spoke of being "affected" in spiritual and good ways by his openeness in expressing his affection, respect and love for them as being his friend.
Something they NEVER get over or got over too. And I have to agree, being hugged by him was like coming into the arms of a loving parent...or someone you wished for or somehow needed- I can't explain it...it wasn't (for me and for many, many others it seems) was not a sexual thing at all, not his hug- it was one of care and love and very safe kind of feeling. Oh well, I know that my father used to make me feel that way... I had only him for several years - We lived at a boarding house with other people- I was the only child there... We had one big room with a table and three chairs, on one side and the "bedroom" on the other- I slept on the sofa most of the time except when one day there was no heat and it was freezing in there and my dad wrapped me in his wool navy blanket and we slept under everything we owned I think that night.
The next day there was ice frozen in my little fish bowl and my gold fish was still alive when it thawed out. Elvis' hugs were like being in my dad's arms when I was a child who lived just for him to come home from work so I would have someone who actually cared with me. I spent my days alone, sitting down stairs in the "joint" living room looking out the window. I couldn't go out-it was a busy street and strangers were out there so I had to stay in side. He met my step mom there, she was nice, pretty and shy and she would give me a cookie and milk when she was there and sit and talk to me sometimes. And she served us when we all ate dinner (the other boarders). My dad liked her, I could tell and they ended up getting married...so that's my thing a bout Elvis' hugs...they were real, in so many ways. And I wasn't the only one to notice that-
so I know he was special even in the way he embraced everyone he met and got to hug. You can see it in photo's of him hugging people... it wasn't just in the movies...he did it from the beginning of his singing career...and probably before too. We just don't know about that.
bye, wjh
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Wanda June Hill on Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:59 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Wanda June Hill
author of "We Remember, Elvis" & "Elvis - Face to Face"