On March 7, 1960, a train arrives in Memphis at 7:45 am, in the middle of a fierce snow storm. In it Elvis Presley travels, back home, after finishing his commitment with the United States Army, in Germany.
It was snowing and a freezing wind was blowing. But that did not stop a large crowd from waiting for his idol at the station, shouting with all his love for the artist: “We want Elvis!”
Everyone adored him…he It seemed like he had never left his home.
“It was nice having you on board,” the driver, HD Kennamer, told him, shaking his hand.
”Thank you, sir,” Elvis said, happy to get his life back, that life that was paralyzed for two years.
He walked along the fence, through the bars that served as protection, and lovingly shook hands with his admirers. He saw familiar people and recognized familiar faces… It was all like a dream.
Many fans waited very early in the morning, despite the frigid day, at Union Station in Memphis, to welcome him home.
After greeting the fans, Elvis headed to Graceland. Finally his desire to return to his home would come true. And although what he loved most in this world was not going to be waiting for him at home, because she was gone forever, she continued and continued to be deep inside him throughout his life. Although her ephemeral body was gone, Gladys never left him.
In the afternoon, the same day he arrived, Elvis gave a press conference at Vernon’s office, in a small building just behind Graceland, where some 50 journalists bombarded him with questions:
What had he learned from life in the army? How was his music going to change? He had already decided on his first single?…
Elvis told everyone how glad he was to be home again and stormed out of the situation with the same aplomb he always did on all public occasions.
The white nylon Christmas tree in the corner of the room, lights twinkling and filled with what looked like Christmas presents, was still there as a memento from the last Christmas Elvis had celebrated at Graceland, before he left for his service. Military.
A very happy day, without a doubt, in the life of Elvis. He again he was at home.
