by Wanda June Hill » Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:30 pm
The thing that still strikes me is how changable his features could be-according to his surroundings and the people around him. And the smile of course-it just lit up his whole persona and everything around him too. When it was aimed at you, you felt it touch you and it was like a wide beam of warmth, a light kind of...hard to describe.
Maia knows what I mean and I wish there was someway to replicate that but guess not any more. I had not ever felt that way before-when he first gave me one of those wrap around Elvis hugs it was like "coming home" or being somewhere very safe-and I felt light like I could float away if he weren't holding me there. After a while, after knowing him longer, I didn't feel that quite so much as it was expected and remained a part of me some way or another-I knew when he would call...and sometimes stayed home or stayed up to wait and sure enough, he did. And the calls were random-not always the same time, or same days or even the same weeks. time went by and I'd still get the feeling he was going to call-and he would. He said he was "sending" the thought to me so I'd be home...and he laughed about it...I thought he was joking for a while, then got to know that maybe not...he was different. I miss him today, and I don't know why-nothing big happened in Sept. that I can recall...maybe it's just because the first book is done and the second one is more than half way done as far as my part in it. It's going to be a good one too, with some things in that are not in the first and much more detail about being around him, listening, watching and talking. I found the conversation about playgirl magazine wanting to put him in their issue-as he said, "buck naked with just a Teddybear in his hands to keep anything serious from showin'." He said no, he wouldn't do it...but he got a laugh out of it-they called on a day he had such a head ache he was moaning over it when the phone rang and "split his head" with it's ring. I was on his other phone and heard his side of the conversation. with the woman calling him. He kept saying no-no-he wasn't that kind of guy..... it was around late 73 and he couldn't see why they'd want him-he wasn't a young stud any more and why wouuld anyone want to see him "that way". What a dummy. I told him his legs were too white, skinny and knobby kneeded anyway and he laughed and then moaned with his headache-it hurt to laugh. It was his eyes-glaucoma and he had to have the fluid drawn out that same week. wjh
Wanda June Hill
author of "We Remember, Elvis" & "Elvis - Face to Face"