#ThrowbackThursday to nearly 50 years ago, when my brother Paul and I shared a laugh with one of the cutest neighbor kids a family will ever enjoy having around. Glenn Presley, we’d really like to know what you’re up to these days. (see thread) (1/8)
My mom, now 81, is moving, and priceless gems like this are surfacing. This was our driveway at 3603 Rosemont Ct. in Louisville. That’s my dad’s shaky Olds Cutlass (’70?) behind us. “Shecky Green,” he’d call it. You racetrackers get the pun. (2/8)
The Presleys lived at 3610. Glenn was the last of 3 sons born to Eugene Sr. and Shirley. Eugene Jr. played ball with us older kids, but Eric was too little and Glenn was just a tot. A baby girl (Annette?) came before my family moved away in ’76. (3/8)
I mowed the Presleys’ yard a couple summers. It was a tough job, mostly because they had a HUGE dog named Rex who apparently ate MASSIVE amounts of dog food. The wheels on my dad’s blue lawnmower held the proof
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Mr. Presley liked the races. My dad would see him at Churchill or Miles Park. Drove with us to Latonia a time or two. Funny, but anytime the ‘72 Marian Bender @PimlicoRC bridge-jumping debacle arises, I still think of him. He must’ve read about it and said something to me. (5/5)
Eric was a cool kid. Had a funny laugh. In time, we McGees lost touch with most of the Rosemonters including the Presleys. Circa ’84, Eric died (leukemia, I think). It was really sad. Always will be. Was only 19 or so. I had his funeral card for the longest time. (6/8)
Eric’s birthday was May 16 (I have a thing for that). So when my first daughter @mcgeek16 was born May 16, 1995, I looked up the Presleys in the phone book (you did that back then). Shirley answered. I told her I was thinking of Eric. (7/8)
She was touched, appreciative, after all that time. I don’t think she cried, but I’m pretty sure I did. Moral of story: the Presleys were in our lives for a small window of time, but we all made the most of it. C’mon folks, love one another. Be kind. Peace to all. (8/8)