With the term "Personal Story" in the Subject Title, I want to bring forward some pictures I found on the internet, that has personal story's attached to them. Nice little anecdotes from normal people, who share some memories on personal pages or blogs.
Today a picture made in Sheffield, Alabama on August 2, 1955 (according to A Boy From Tupelo).
The lady on the left is Patsy Mc Nutt. Her son (Trey Barrineau) placed this picture on his personal blog. The other ladies are Sue Sugg and Lina Sugg. Trey Barrineau writes:
This photo of my mother with Elvis was snapped after a concert in Sheffield, Ala., in 1955 — a few months before the young singer from humble beginnings in Tupelo, Miss., would generate the kind of hysteria that would make a semi-intimate fan photo like this almost impossible. Then, he was just a handsome up-and-comer who was part of a multi-act touring show. After the release of Heartbreak Hotel in early 1956, the world would never be the same.
As for Patsy, the young student from humble beginnings in Haleyville, Ala., obviously didn’t achieve international fame, but she did become an award-winning educator and a wonderful mother. She was only a slight fan of Elvis’ music (I think we owned maybe two of his albums), but his death, falling on the day she crossed over to middle age, clearly affected her. She seemed more stunned than mournful, perhaps because the demise at 42 of the larger-than-life personality who once briefly clasped her hand was an intimate reminder that youth is fleeting, and death can arrive when we least expect it.
Sadly, my mother’s own death came far too early as well — 14 years later, at the age of 54. And unlike Elvis’, it wasn’t sudden; cancer, not an overdose, was the culprit.
These two vastly disparate lives crossed paths just once. Fortunately for me and my family, that fleeting moment is memorialized in this photo.
It’s impossible for me to look at it without feeling wonder and sadness at the trajectory of both their lives, especially for the life of the woman whose face I carry, and whose loss remains a spiritual wound that has barely healed.
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