There was drama, much drama.
I took my daughter, almost two-years-old, to the local pool to pick up my two older children, age 7- and 9-years-old. The drive is three-minutes at the most, about ten blocks away. I heard the news moments before I arrived. It was almost 5 pm.
My friend was arriving with her daughter, same age, to pick up her three children the age of my older two. As I got out of the car with my little girl in my arms, so did my friend. I called out to her about two cars away that Elvis had died. She did not believe it could be true. She questioned me as to whether it was true, not because she thought I would lie but because she did not want to believe it could be true. We both had tears in our eyes.
When I told my children, my daughter started crying and so did I. My son had a tear or two, maybe more. But, my daughter and I were still sobbing when husband came home. It was a sad day at our house that night.
August 16, 1977 is one of those days I remember according to the horrific event, where I was and what I was doing. I am from Memphis and the children were familiar with his home, his music.
Do you remember where you were when you heard Elvis had died? Do you have memories of other events and where you were when you heard?