I once was at a talk delivered by actress turned Catholic nun, Dolores Hart. Mother Dolores spoke at length about Elvis, specifically mentioning what a gentleman, kind person and good friend to people that he was. An American original... R.I.P.
My uncle lived in Las Vegas in the early ‘70s, and was acquainted with Elvis. This was long before I came along, but family lore supports the consensus, he was a gentleman, good and kind.
Born to standard boomers, I am familiar with his music, which they still play when they need to. His voice was exceptional, the music sweet.
He exemplified the spirit of the age. The Lord bestowed on him such blessings and opportunities, he had his moment of glory, and then the Devil turned it all to dross, with the scourge of drugs. Like millions of others.
But what he left behind, still has the power to arouse a smile from the most unhappy elderly folk. A year ago I was helping Mom in looking after her deceased friend’s mom, a lady past 90, dying slowly of heart disease. Play Elvis and she perked right up, like she’d gotten a double shot of 1957.
That’s magical.