Elvis and Me

I try not to think too much about my childhood because it was…intense. And disturbing. And very lonely.

But, in the spirit of this challenge, I’m going to pluck a good memory out of the old storage banks of my aging mind.

For my twelfth birthday, my mother wanted to do something special. I had no friends, so a party wasn’t feasible. I don’t think at that time in my life she was talking to any of our relatives, so again, no family get-together was going to happen to celebrate my big day. She decided – and I don’t know how or why – to get tickets for me, she, and my step-father to see Elvis Presley perform at Madison Square Garden in NYC.

The King was on his comeback tour and my mother had been a fan in her teens. Strangely, I was too! I was a fan of his movies, his lively music, even his bless-from-God good looks. They didn’t call him “KING” for nothing!

We were on an exceedingly tight budget as I remember from those days, and my mother had to save for 6 months to pay for the tickets. 6 months. The tickets she was able to afford were the least expensive ones, at $12.50 each.  6 months to save a few cents or a dollar a week from her grocery shopping, using coupons to wiggle every penny she could to pay the $37.50 for the tickets. That should tell you how financially strapped we were. This was 1972.

Anyway…

She scrimped and saved and the big day finally came. We hopped the ferry from Staten Island, which was .25 cents per person each way ( so another $1.50 added to the budget) then took the subway uptown to 34th street. Believe it or not, I can’t remember how much a subway token was back then. It was a Saturday night show, so the Garden was packed. We were in the second to the last row in the last section of rows in the entire building. I could almost touch the Garden’s ceiling!  I couldn’t even see the stage. It looked like a minuscule postage stamp from our seats. There was no jumbotron so people like us could see Elvis projected in full form – it hadn’t been invented yet, can you imagine? You can’t go to any kind of venue now where they don’t have a jumbotron or two…or four.

Anyway…

We walked to our seats ( and it was a helluva walk!) settled down and waited for the show to start. No leftover funds for things like popcorn or souvenirs, but I didn’t care. I was at my very first concert and it was the King of Rock-n-Roll! My 12-year-old self was super jazzed. The lights dimmed, the crowd started to clap, and the music started.

It’s impossible to tell you how excited I was. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. Perfectly. Up to the day he died,  the man had a voice the Gods of music gifted to him. Deep and rich and perfect. At 12 I was too young to think of it as a sexy, purely masculine voice. At 57, I’m remembering it as just that. A hot blast of smoke and heat, raw and primal. God, I loved that man!

For over two hours Elvis sang, flirted with the audience, played a few instruments and generally made this the happiest birthday I’d ever had – and the happiest I’d have for the next decade and a half. Intense childhood, remember? (Teen years were worse.)

 

Anyway…

That’s about the happiest memory I have from my childhood and it was a doozy! Five years later the King would be dead. Generations of fans to come could only know him through the memories of his music, films, a few videos.  But I’ll always be able to say I saw him live. I saw the King of Rock-n-Roll. I experienced a little bit of musical history at a time when music and books where the only good things in my life.

Since this is part of blog hop, stop by some of the other author blogs below and read about their happy childhood memories.

 

 

 

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17 responses to “Elvis and Me

  1. Wow, Peggy- that is quite a memory! And getting to see Elvis- I’m jealous. My ‘bragging rights’ back in elementary school was to tell people how my mom had all his 45’s 😉

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  2. Peggy Jaeger

    Maureen – I had them all too!

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  3. …because there is no Love button. Thanks for sharing this wonderful memory.

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  4. Peggy Jaeger

    Hey Cutie! How are you doing???

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  5. Sherry Lewis

    Wonderful memory! I wasn’t such a fan back in the day, but have since seen the light. My oldest daughter was a huge fan, even as a very small child.She was only 3 when he died, and she wept for hours. My bragging rights (for stupid decisions) come from the fact that I had a chance to see him live that same year (1972) when he went to Salt Lake City, but didn’t go because I was mad at my Japanese foreign exchange student/roommate and didn’t want to go with her. My mother went instead. :::sigh::: I’m glad you have that amazing memory to cherish.

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  6. Lovely memory…thanks for sharing!

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  7. Wow, Your description of Elvis rocks my boat. So did the man. I came close to seeing him near Detroit when he did the tour wearing all black leather. What a wonderful childhood memory to cherish when you had so few. I still like him and have the Elvis station preset on Sirius in my car.

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  8. Great memory! You’re right, he had a voice like a God! I still am moved by certain Elvis songs. My sister was crazy about the king of rock and roll, she got to meet him in person once!

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  9. What a beautiful memory of your mom’s sacrifice. Thanks for sharing!

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  10. What a lovely memory. We all need those special treats now and then. I never saw Elvis in person, just on TV and the movies, but I remember his voice. Deep, with perfect pitch, and very seductive. He really was the King!

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  11. I’ve heard it said that the best gifts to give are experiences rather than things. This blog post proves it!

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  12. Cathy Brockman

    That’s a great memory to have. My Mom Loved Elvis. Its sweet your mom scrimped so much to give you that!

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