The King Meets My Little Princess
My late first wife had a story she loved to tell about Elvis. We were in Shreveport at the same time was just emerging on the national scene. He had two appearances on the Louisiana hayride that he needed to complete to finish out a contract. He’d been on the Dorsey national TV program so that gives you an idea of when this happened. Elvis was always very co-operative and I was working at a Radio station in Shreveport when this took place. We had a promotion for someone to meet Elvis back stage at the hayride. The winner we selected was taken backstage by me and my wife at the time, Linda. She had Julie (my oldest daughter) in her arms. After the contest winner posed with Elvis he noticed Julie in Linda’s arms. He got closer and held Julie for a minute....and that is the end of that story. We got no pictures and there was a photographer backstage. I guess it was so sudden and so unexpected. I didn’t even get a picture with me and Elvis. He and I were the same age...I was born in December of 1934 and Elvis was born in February of 1935. I got a call from Elvis while I was on the air on his birthday the next year. It was arranged by the president of his national fan club who lived in Shreveport and listened to my radio program. I recorded the interview direct to acetate as it was broadcast. It was among the many things that disappeared while in Linda’s possession after we separated. Linda loved to tell that story. I remember Elvis had an infectious smile that went on in front of a camera. I practiced doing it looking into a mirror, but it wasn’t the same. Can you imagine that?