My mom and dad saw Elvis in the mid fifties in San Antonio. Maybe in a high school gym or something.
When my mom was getting his autograph Elvis addressed her as 'ma'am' lol. Irritated her, she was only a few years older than him. (But that was the way he was.)
I had an autographed photo of him that my grandmother had gotten, she was Mrs. Jimmy Rogers' best friend when they lived in San Antonio and they knew Ernest Tubb and Hank Williams, have the pic to prove it. They all drank together.
Somebody stole that autographed photo, probably a family member, chicken crap white trash family that was us.
Neat!
There are no such thing as white trash people. I have been in the trailers of the poorest of poor white people and felt I was safe and at home. It is too bad about the photo, would be cool if you can track it down.
The gift of growing older is you gain the ability to ACTUALLY put your self in the shoes of those that have come before us. As a kid I would never have been able to consume that clip. As an adult having seen a few things, I can feel that clip.
Exactly. And yes, the people are cool, but we just drank too much and gambled, not me fortunately.
>As a kid I would never have been able to consume that clip. As an adult having seen a few things, I can feel that clip.
A shame it has to be that way but that's just the way it is, yep.
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