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I remember the morning they reported Elvis death. I was in primary school. One half of the class asked 'who's Elvis?' and the other half were astonished they didn't know!
posted by
auntyholly
on November 2, 2004 at 10:49 PM
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Memories are strange beasts, sometimes wonderful and sometimes better left alone...
posted by
Ca88andra
on November 2, 2004 at 7:49 PM
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A Norsemen
I'm glad you've had some good memories rekindled
posted by
robdon67
on November 2, 2004 at 7:05 PM
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Beautiful post Robdon...It gave me many
such memories with my own Father. He was not a great converstionalist, but everything he said mattered. I asked him all of lifes most important questions and I still remember all his answers and refer to them frequently. Thanks for the memories.
posted by
A_Norseman
on November 2, 2004 at 7:01 PM
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talion
there are indeed benefits found when in the lost times, thanks for the comment
posted by
robdon67
on November 2, 2004 at 6:53 PM
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robdon67
I was nine years old when Elvis died. They interrupted local programming with the announcement. Growing up in Memphis, especially just a stone's throw from Graceland (I would latter attend Graceland Jr. High and the high school I graduated from was on Graceland Drive), made his death hit closer to home (no pun intended). Elvis was real to people here, not quite a myth, but a man.
Keeping your nose to the grindstone is well and good, but it doesn't leave a great view of the world. Sometimes wandering lost is the only way to realize where you really are.
posted by
Talion
on November 2, 2004 at 6:49 PM
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