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All the guys were fooled by what I was doing in the early spring of 1967. They thought I was driving Colonel Parker from his Hollywood office down to his home in Palm Springs for the weekends. In fact, Elvis had me driving the Colonel secretly to Las Vegas.“Charlie, can you keep a secret?” Elvis asked me one day.“Something big?” I said.“Priscilla and I are going to be married on the first day of May. In Las Vegas. At the Aladdin Hotel. The Colonel wants it to be a nice wedding. Not a circus. He doesn’t want the media to get onto it until he is ready for them.”I nodded. “That’s big.”Elvis smiled. “You won’t be taking the Colonel down to his place in Palm Springs, the next few weekends. You’ll be driving him over to Las Vegas to the Aladdin so he can get things set up.”We were cruising the streets of Beverley Hills and swinging north along the ocean.Elvis said it was time for him to get married. The Colonel had agreed. Priscilla had been staying at Graceland nearly five years, finishing her education at Immaculate Conception High School. She was a grown woman now. She was 21 years old. The Colonel thought it might look bad if anyone thought that she and Elvis were living together.“You know how much I love Priscilla,” he said. “I didn’t want to get married this soon. But I guess the Colonel is right.”He looked out at the ocean.“Look, Charlie, nobody knows about this but you, Marty Lacker and Joe. Keep yourself available to the Colonel. Drive him down to Las Vegas whenever he needs to get down there. “And one other thing: don’t tell anybody.”Elvis reminded me of Jimmy Wakely in a lot of ways. Both were stars who led unusual lives. But both of them, way down deep inside of them, were good old country boys who were always worried about doing what was the right thing.With the Colonel handling the whole thing like a grand master of illusions, the wedding took place quietly and was followed by a lovely breakfast on the morning of May 1, 1967, many hours before the media was able to figure out what was really going on. There were strolling violin players and flowers and happiness in heaps.

Charlie Hodge, Me ‘N Elvis

ladypresley:

All the guys were fooled by what I was doing in the early spring of 1967. They thought I was driving Colonel Parker from his Hollywood office down to his home in Palm Springs for the weekends. In fact, Elvis had me driving the Colonel secretly to Las Vegas.
“Charlie, can you keep a secret?” Elvis asked me one day.
“Something big?” I said.
“Priscilla and I are going to be married on the first day of May. In Las Vegas. At the Aladdin Hotel. The Colonel wants it to be a nice wedding. Not a circus. He doesn’t want the media to get onto it until he is ready for them.”
I nodded. “That’s big.”
Elvis smiled. “You won’t be taking the Colonel down to his place in Palm Springs, the next few weekends. You’ll be driving him over to Las Vegas to the Aladdin so he can get things set up.”
We were cruising the streets of Beverley Hills and swinging north along the ocean.
Elvis said it was time for him to get married. The Colonel had agreed. Priscilla had been staying at Graceland nearly five years, finishing her education at Immaculate Conception High School. She was a grown woman now. She was 21 years old. The Colonel thought it might look bad if anyone thought that she and Elvis were living together.
“You know how much I love Priscilla,” he said. “I didn’t want to get married this soon. But I guess the Colonel is right.”
He looked out at the ocean.
“Look, Charlie, nobody knows about this but you, Marty Lacker and Joe. Keep yourself available to the Colonel. Drive him down to Las Vegas whenever he needs to get down there. “And one other thing: don’t tell anybody.”
Elvis reminded me of Jimmy Wakely in a lot of ways. Both were stars who led unusual lives. But both of them, way down deep inside of them, were good old country boys who were always worried about doing what was the right thing.
With the Colonel handling the whole thing like a grand master of illusions, the wedding took place quietly and was followed by a lovely breakfast on the morning of May 1, 1967, many hours before the media was able to figure out what was really going on. There were strolling violin players and flowers and happiness in heaps.

Charlie Hodge, Me ‘N Elvis