I was only 7 years old... but I remember the day too! I was walking up the street/hill into our cul de sac from playing with a friend. The little bratty blonde boy next door to us opened his front door and yelled to me "Hey! Did you know Elvis died!?" and then when I got into my house I could tell my Mom had been crying.

They played Elvis songs all afternoon on the radio and wouldn't stop talking about it.

Love Elvis.

the back to school tango. pain in the ass. add to it the back to football cha cha, the back to college foxtrot for me, and the back to school waltz for my husband and I think we've all lost our damned minds.

I know I was in Memphis! Because where else is a 4-year-old Memphian going to be? Actually, I don't remember the events, but I very clearly remember the first anniversary events in 1978.

Viva Elvis!

Elvis :) I totally remember my mom watching the funeral procession on television with tears streaming down her cheeks....I was 7.

The school pick-up thing is currently a bit of a problem at our house too. Princess I can manage or get afterschool care for in a pinch (which she's thrilled with). Gameboy however gets out of school HOURS before any of us get out of work. I've told him that since the library is open he should be there doing homework. Any idea what the chances of that are?

I was at summer camp. I saw the headlines from the newspapers that covered the tables we were using to make crafts. I can't believe it has been 29 years!

I was at summer camp. I saw the headlines from the newspapers that covered the tables we were using to make crafts. I can't believe it has been 29 years!

That was too cute. My (future) mother in law would love it- She's an Elivis FREAK!

I LOVE ELVIS!

I was only 6 when he died and I don't remember anything about that day except my Mom crying ... a lot!

When I was in my late teens, I married, and we moved to a small military town just outside of Memphis. Let's say I became TOTALLY Elvis crazy. I would visit Graceland every other week ... by myself. I've read every book imaginable.

Let's just say, when I woke up this morning, Elvis was the first thing I thought of. Sad, but true.

Loved your entry today! :)

Well, I jus' know ya'll figger out some way to get those babies home before you and Busy Dad are singing the jailhouse rock for child neglect, cause ya'll love them tender, ya love them sweet.

I remember it too, my first thought was, hope my sister is ok, she thought he was the greatest, but there was nothing I could do about it since she lived in CA at the time.

Maybe he will have to take lunch at that time to go fetch the kiddies and take them home.

Ew, scheduling bites with schools and teachers, doesn't it? Can they be bused to his school or is it not even in the same area? Is there a route they could take? In our district, they will bus your kids to your school for you - I'll be taking advantage of that little perk one of these days.

I was 8 when Elvis died - I remember our next door neighbor hanging a velvet painting of Elvis in her front window for a month after he died. Candles burning and the whole nine yards.

Aw. I remember, too. I was playing with friend on her tire swing. She twisted me around and around. But the rope broke, I fell, and a hunk of my hair came out in a perfect bald spot on the back of my head. My stepmother was mortified my mother would think something terrible had happened, so she put me in the car and drove me to the hairdresser.

Only, along the way, we listened to the radio, which was all over Elvis dying. My stepmother pulled the car off the road and sobbed. She wasn't able to drive. My older brother had to come pick me up and take me to get my hair fixed.

And all the hairdresser did was cut my bangs.

We were in the car on the way home from a day at the beach when we heard that Elvis had died. My mom was driving, and she had to pull over because she was crying so hard she couldn't drive. My sister and I, teenagers at the time, were MORTIFIED that she was crying, even more so, because we each had a friend with us!! So embarrassing.

I was at summer camp. There was a girl in my cabin that just went ballistic with the news. She was from Memphis and was somehow related to Elvis. Years later one of my other camp friends got married in Memphis on a significant anniverary of Elvis's death. There were so many Elvis mourners all over the city. It was very strange.

Just when I think it's safe to go back to school myself, you bring Elvis out of retirement. Or death. Or whatever.

Creeps me out when people return from the dead like that. Make him stop.

*snort*

I remember the day. I was picking up my mom from work (I was in college and off for the summer) and it came in a newscast over the car radio. Surprised me when I told Mom, because she got real sad. I didn't know she was that big of an Elvis fan.

Oh shoot. Well, if you ever get in a bind and absolutely can't find them a ride, I hope you'll give me a call. Because I've totally been in that situation before and it is not fun trying to find last-minute transportation.

Ack--first day of school and transport problems :( That sucks.

I can't believe you're starting school already! We're still in summer mode, finishing two weeks of dance camp, before we pull it in and start our homeschooling routine.

Aug. 16th is our wedding anniversary (20 years yesterday) so we celebrate every year to Elvis music.

Wow, I was in Montgomery the day Elvis died...

More of a "Beatles person" m'self but having grown up on a box of Elvis 45's, he's sorely missed.

I remember that day. I was fifteen on vacation with my grandparents, sitting on a hot day in their RV in California, heard it on radio, writing then in a "diary" that has now developed into a blog (who knew?)

But I remember that day clearly.

You are so cool, Mom. How did you get Dad's schedule changed?

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