On May 1, 1964, millions of broken hearted women worldwide were inconsolable. On that date, our idol and fantasy lover, Elvis Presley married Priscilla Beaulieu in a private ceremony in their suite at the Aladdin Hotel/Casino in Las Vegas. He burst our bubble, because now he was just another married man.
And oh yes, this author was among those who were inconsolable.
My dreams never pictured him married, but rather as a dashing, handsome dream lover who could possibly be mine someday. Of course, the fact that I was married at the time too, even had three children, was immaterial.
I mean, a girl can dream can’t she?
Ah well, I suppose there comes a time for dreams to end, and cold reality to set in. But I still loved him enough to follow his career along with millions of other fans.
I watched what news I could get of the wedding and read everything I could get my hands on.
Newspapers, television and radio stations reported on the event AFTER the fact because they weren’t allowed into the wedding itself. Colonel Parker, Elvis’ manager, made sure there were very few guests and no reporters at the short eight minute ceremony.
Even some of Elvis longtime closest friends weren’t allowed to attend, indicating Parker’s need to control events involving people he managed.
Immediately following the wedding a lavish breakfast reception costing thousands of dollars was given for family, friends and business associates. But the injured feelings remained in those who had been a part of Elvis’ life in the early “lean” years yet weren’t allowed to attend the wedding.
Later after their short honeymoon in Palm Springs, California, they attempted to further heal fractured relationships by holding an elaborate reception at Graceland on May 29th. There are those who say it made no difference.
The Presleys became parents of a baby girl, Lisa Marie on February 1st, 1968. Nobody thought at the time that it was the beginning of the end of their marriage. According to Priscilla in her book, “Elvis and Me,” he told her he had never been able to have sex with any woman who’d had a child. Their love life suffered prompting them both to look elsewhere for romance.
By 1971 they rarely lived together and officially separated in 1972. By this time, we were all hoping for the marriage to make it, because we wanted him to be happy. But sadly the time came when they could no longer continue, and on October 9th, 1973, the divorce became final and it was over. Once again, we (his millions of female fans) were heart broken, this time for the break up of a bright, shining dream. Maybe dreams are always that way, they bring us back to reality in the end. Reality would intrude once again in 1977, with the death of our hero, Elvis Presley.
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