The King & my grandmother January 7, 2008
Just have to share this neat story from the AP today about my grandmother, Nancy Anderson, and her long friendship with Elvis Presley.
Hollywood scribe Nancy Anderson wasn’t expecting much when she first interviewed Elvis Presley in 1956 on the set of his movie “Love Me Tender.”
“I didn’t really want to meet Elvis because I had just talked to Fabian and some of these other teen idols and I thought ‘Well, here’s one more. He won’t even know his name,’” Anderson, now 89 years old and retired, recalled recently.
But it surprisingly led to a friendship with Presley that lasted until his death in 1977 and continues today with family of the late star, who would have turned 73 on Tuesday.
It is Elvis birthday and my husbands!
your grandma was friends with elvis? coolest. grandma. ever.
And my birthday. And David Bowie’s. Happy Birthday to all.
eh…celebrities poop and pee just like the rest of us. Not to rain on anyone’s parade, but I have always just been so not into the whole celebrity worship thing. Celebrities just happen to be good at a very narrow spectrum of things that brings mass adulation. A lot of people are unsung heroes that will never get a front page of people for the stuff they do. Which probably takes a lot more skill than acting or singing or being very very good at one particular sport. I can appreciate someone’s skill at something but the fact that they are very famous for it doesn’t make them more noteworthy than someone whose gifts are such that society doesn’t pay them millions and follow them around with cameras. I really don’t care what kind of skin care such and such an actress uses or about the ups and downs of this one and that ones relationships are. Why?
Elvis died pooping.
oh my. Sort of a bad twin of Cass Elliott and her ham sandwich????
Leigh, You really seem obsessed with bodily functions. You mention defacation or passing gas in pretty much every comment you ever make on this blogspot.
let’s face it: it IS pretty funny. i mean what was God ever even THINKING designing us to do such things? My point with celebrities though is that they are human just like us. They do the same stupid embarrassing stuff. Britney Spears could be a million and one other girls whose lives are all drama. But because she is a celebrity, we are all voyeurs into her life. And we feel we can be in a way that perhaps we would feel was intrusive if say, it was a person who lived across the street from us. Celebrities have ONE marketable skill that happens to elevate them to stardom. Otherwise, they are no different from you and I. Perhaps, probably, they are way more screwed up. Or so it seems.