by maia on Fri Mar 17, 2006 4:11 pm
Excerpts from a letter from “Shelia” who met Elvis in the 70’s after his marriage ended, to Wanda June Hill:
I knew him in the early 70’s-I met him when he was married and again later after they split and I was working in Las Vegas in one of the shows. Elvis looked me up. He was such a sweetheart of a guy, fun and gentle and yet he knew when to be a man and when to be a little child, and I truly enjoyed that part of his personality. But to get on with my story, when I met him the first time he was happy, feisty and full of life; the second meeting was quite a different story. He was morbid, depressed and blue and he had lost the “life”, the edge that was his alone. He said he didn’t think he could fix his marriage and to give up was killing him. He told me he ought not to have married her but then he wouldn’t have had his Lisa and she was the light of his existence and he couldn’t be with her much and that too, hurt. He also said he had no control over his career moves and he was in debt and was “forced” to pay off with tours. He didn’t like the life he was leading and hated the things that had been happening in his life. He felt used, dirty and wasted and unfit for anyone to waste their time over. He broke down and cried, then got angry and finally said he felt better for having “told someone” and he asked if I’d stay with him as he didn’t want to be “alone tonight”. He said just stay with me, we don’t have to do anything but be close and hold hands. There was the handsomest man I had ever seen and he wanted my company-of course, I said yes! My own marriage had failed some time before; I couldn’t understand how Priscilla could let this one get away though; Elvis was a good man, tender and kind and so loving. It shone from his face, his eyes and echoed in his voice.
Afternoon was his morning, we had breakfast at 4:00pm and he laughed, teased and was more himself. He was different when his men came in to talk, becoming a macho-indifferent sort and almost making me angry, but then I realized it was for their benefit and something they expected-so he gave it to them. I realized also that Elvis played a role-like an actor doing a part. To his people he was one way, to his true friends another way and to each one a bit different even at that. It must have been a strain on him, although he had done this all of his lifetime, I guessed. He never once let up or let down his guard with his men while I was with him. I stayed for 4 weeks, after he closed Vegas and stayed another week at his home, Graceland.
I learned that Elvis needed sleeping pills to sleep and stimulants to wake up and that he had an intestinal problem that sometimes caused him intense pain, for which he was given either injections of painkiller or he took pain medication by mouth. I realized he was addicted to the sleeping pills and asked him why he didn’t try to cut back and see if he could sleep normally because the kind of sleep he was getting was not good for him.
He looked at me a moment, put his head down and said that if I couldn’t handle it, then I ought to just go back home because this was his life, and if I didn’t want to be with him, to take care of him and share his life as it was, then he would understand and I could go. He walked away and went upstairs to his grandmother’s room and closed her door.
I thought about it all for 15 seconds, packed my things and left without seeing him again. I knew he was upset and I couldn’t bear to see his face. I still love him, I was so afraid for him for months afterward. I hoped that Linda could handle it, that she would stay, would be there for him and she was for such a long time. When she did finally go, I knew Elvis would not make it much longer. He was by then, too sick, too worn out. I heard he had cancer; I don’t doubt that he did-he complained of his bones hurting and in his sleep would moan and move his legs as if they hurt him. He refused treatment for his bowels, he was afraid, afraid of being mutilated-I know. Many people have that fear, but he was Elvis Presley, how could he have such a thing done? Especially if his fans, the public should learn of this “weakness”?
Elvis was worldly in some ways, very innocent in other ways and it was so surprising. I would have loved to take him to a mall-he would have loved it. So much he didn’t get to see, to do or be a part of and he would so have enjoyed the simple things of life. I brought him some peanut butter ice cream and he flipped! He sent out and bought 5 gallons for his freezer because he was afraid he couldn’t get it in Memphis! I have so many fond memories, I learned so many things from him and it was fun to take care of him. He was a delight to wake up and was such a grouch until he had his coffee. I loved teasing him, getting him to laugh, to break up and giggle. He was charming and always had something nice to say, so sweet and adorable-never spiteful or mean to me.
It was hell to leave him. I was never allowed to speak to him again, or see him after I left. I put my phone number in several places for him, but he never called me again. I guess he felt that if I left, I didn’t want to hear from him.
Shelia M.