patsy gambill

By 1967, Priscilla had been living with Elvis for five years. She was twenty-one, certainly old enough to become a wife. Elvis and Priscilla had been talking about getting married for over a year, discussing when to do it and how it would affect his career. It was time for him to get married, and he knew it. He had been with Priscilla since she was barely sixteen, and there had to have been pressure from her family.
According to the Colonel, Elvis telephoned him in Palm Springs. “Priscilla and I want to get married,” he announced. “That’s fine,” the Colonel replied.
“I want to get married in Vegas,” Elvis said. “Would you set it up?”

The Colonel called Milton Prell, our friend who owned the Aladdin Hotel. Then he asked Marty Lacker and me to meet with him and Elvis to make arrangements. At about 4:00 A.M. on May 1,1967, Elvis, Priscilla, George Klein, Joan and I snuck out the back of the Palm Springs house to avoid the fans and press, some whom seemed to have gotten wind of the marriage plans. We climed over a small wall and into a waiting car that took us to the Palm Springs airport. There we boarded a private Lear jet owned by Frank Sinatra and flew to Las Vegas, while Marty and the rest of the wedding party took a larger plane. At the Las Vegas airport, another car was waiting to take us to the courthouse to fill out papers for the marriage license. I paid the fifteen-dollar fee because Elvis wasn’t carrying money. Then we went to the Aladdin so Elvis and Priscilla could rest before the wedding.

The Ceremony, performed by Judge David Zenoff, a justice of the Nevada supreme court, took place at ten the next morning in Milton Prell’s apartment in the hotel. The guests included Milton and his family, the Colonel and his wife, Marie, Colonel Beaulieu and his wife, their son Don, George Klein, Billy and Jo Smith, Patsy Presley Gambil and her husband, Gee Gee, and Vernon and Dee Presley. Priscilla’s sister Michelle was the maid of honor; my wife Joan was the matron of honor; Marty and I were co-best men.

At the time Elvis decided to marry Priscilla, Marty was the flavor of the month. Elvis was like that. His moods changed and he was into different people at different times. There were periods when Elvis couldn’t seem to get enough time with a particular person. Then, without any apparent reason, his interest would shift toward someone else. I was on the interest list more often than not, whereas Elvis and Marty had a love-hate relationship. After he’d asked Marty to be best man, he soured him and asked me to be best man. That really upset Marty.
“Joe, you be the best man,” he said with a martyred air.
“No,” I said, “let’s both be the best man.” That worked out fine.

The ceremony was over in a few moments. I handed Elvis the three-karat diamond wedding ring and he slipped it on Priscilla’s finger.
Afterward, we had a huge reception with a five-foot-tall wedding cake. Then Elvis and Priscilla held a press conference, and the news was flashed around the world. They changed their clothes and we all flew back to Palm Springs where we enjoyed a group honeymoon for three or four days, beginning that night with a wonderful home-cooked wedding dinner. Elvis was in a rare romantic mood. That afternoon, he had gone out to the garden to pluck a rose for Priscilla, which he set next to her place on the table. He even carried her across the threshold. If Elvis was initially reluctant to get married, on his wedding day, he couldn’t stop grinning. We were all happy, except for Red West, who was wounded deeply because he hadn’t been included in the wedding party. Red and all the guys in Vegas for the wedding, but the Colonel said there was only room for the family.
“Well, damn it,” Red said, “if I can’t go to the damn wedding, then I shouldn’t even be here,” Some of the other boys were upset too. Red stayed in his room and didn’t even attend the reception. He and Elvis discussed it later, in Los Angeles, but of course, Elvis blamed Red’s exclusion on the Colonel.
A few weeks after the wedding, we had another reception in Memphis for the rest of family. Then Elvis and Priscilla had another honeymoon on the Circle G, the ranch he’d bought shortly before their marriage.

Joe Esposito, Good Rockin’ Tonight

There was always a nice feeling of “Home” with Priscilla in the house. It was always a happy time for all of us when we lived over at 1174 North Hillcrest Road. The house overlooked Los Angeles and Beverly Hills. On a clear day, you could see planes taking off or come in to land at International Airport.
When you said “the family” you meant Elvis and Priscilla with Lisa Marie, Elvis’ cousin Patsy Gambill and her husband, Gee Gee, who was Elvis’ valet and took care of all his clothes. And mine. Joe and Joanie had their own place. They came by the house a lot. So did the Colonel and his aide, Tom Diskin.

Priscilla didn’t mind if Elvis told the guys to come by to eat with us. However, she made one restriction after a while. You could see it coming.
“You fellows are welcome to come and eat with us,” she told them one night after things in the kitchen started to get real disorganized, crowded up and milling around and yelling. It was a scene.
“But don’t anyone come back in the kitchen and place some order with our maid or cook,” Priscilla said. “This is a home. It’s not a short order restaurant.”
The guys got the message. Priscilla was tough. Cool. She could face you down if ever push came to shove.

Charlie Hodge, Me ‘N Elvis