Thursday, January 07, 2010
HAPPY 75TH TO THE KING!
The radio in the kitchen was usually tuned to WHO in Des Moines so mom could listen to Arthur Godfrey and As The World Turns, but when it was my turn to do the dishes I would tune in WDGY in Minneapolis and catch the latest rock tunes, always listening closely for the sweet voice of Elvis singing my favorite Love Me Tender, or the playful Hound Dog or Don't Be Cruel or Jailhouse Rock. And on Saturday night after we finally got television, I would watch Your Hit Parade with Russell Arms, Snooky Lanson, Gisile MacKenzie and Dorothy Collins, waiting to see if Elvis would again have more than one song in the top 10, and would yet another reach the coveted number one spot!
Please tell me that it isn't true that The King would be 75 tomorrow! Impossible to think of that handsome young man as 75 years old. You notice I say 'that handsome young man.' He stayed young and innocent to me. I never liked the older Elvis, the fat blubbery man stuffed into a jeweled jumpsuit. He remained as the picture above shows, young, clean and innocent, his mama's baby, singing Love Me Tender just for me.
Happy Birthday Elvis!