The shirts matched in style but the backs identified which generation each member of this family of Elvis fans was from. A unique idea that I had never seen in my years at Graceland. After that, I asked if I could get a picture of the fronts of their shirts. While I was getting this picture, they told me there were two other women in their group somewhere. I said I would try to get a picture of them if I ran into them.
2003 was the 26th anniversary of the death of Elvis. It was the second year that I would go to the candlelight vigil. I took my son James with me on this trip. If you want to get pictures of a lot of Elvis impersonators on the evening of the candlelight vigil, you should take a young kid with you. No one refused me when I asked, "Can I get a picture of you with my son?" We met many interesting people from across the country and around the world. I have selected several pictures from this year to share here.
Some of the names and nicknames in this story have been changed to protect the innocent. And the not so innocent.
First, the backstory. Ever since I have been on Facebook, I have invited my Facebook friends to join me at Graceland for the Candlelight Vigil. I have invited people to either go with me or meet me there. Most years I will get several people who express an interest but when it comes down to it, they rarely go. No one has ever met me there. 2009 was one of the first years I extended this invitation. I’m one of those people whose friend list on Facebook includes a range of friends from people I see almost every day to people I haven’t seen in years. It also ranges from people I know really well to people I barely know. Shortly after I invited my Facebook friends, I received a message from a former coworker who expressed an interest in going. We will call this lady “Joan”. Joan had left the place where we worked together to go back to nursing school. She was someone that I didn’t know that well but she was a big Elvis fan and would ask me about Elvis week regularly because she knew I went every year. She had worked in our department for a short time and brought her husband who she called “Big Eddie” to a department picnic. Joan was not a short woman but was small and almost fragile. She looked even smaller when she was standing next to Big Eddie.
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