Monday, May 20, 2013
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Portrait of my love photo montage (by Jeff Schremb...
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Portrait of my love photo montage (by Jeff Schremb...: I love this song so, naturally, I play it over and over and over...you get it. Anyway while recovering from 2 surgeries...
Friday, April 19, 2013
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Elvis Presley last vacation March 1977 by Jeff Sch...
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Elvis Presley last vacation March 1977 by Jeff Sch...: Elvis was exhausted, in declining health, and needed/wanted a vacation. In usual Elvis fashion he would not commit to where he wanted to va...
Friday, March 29, 2013
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Elvis Presley at Easter with rare documents
The Elvis Presley Expert Blog: Elvis Presley at Easter with rare documents: HAPPY EASTER! Elvis Presley loved Holidays and Easter became a very special time after the birth of his bel...
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The Elvis Presley Expert: Elvis Presley movie contracts
The Elvis Presley Expert: Elvis Presley movie contracts: ELVIS CONTRACT FACTS (by Jeff Schrembs 2013 All Rights Reserved): Contract # 1 - Paramount on April 25, 1956 Elvis’ first move contract...
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Elvis Expert Jeff Schrembs: Long enough
Elvis Expert Jeff Schrembs: Long enough: I’ve lived long enough to know the world’s events through the 60′s, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s, 2000′s, and through the writing of this blog posting....
Long enough
I’ve lived long enough to know the world’s events through the 60′s, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s, 2000′s, and through the writing of this blog posting.
I have known what it’s like to have nothing. I have known the benefits of hard work and 90+ hour workweek. I have known the wisdom of the elderly. The compassion of a friend. And the love of a great woman.
Of all the life lessons none compare to the memories of hearing that you (in this case I) am going to be a Father. Going to all of the OBGYN appointments. Waiting for the first kick/movement. Praying that the Mother and the child will be safe…and healthy. Being there when the baby is born and cutting the cord that bound it physically to it’s Mother. Holding the newborn in my arms while giving thanks go God. I have always put my hopes, dreams, and prayers into each of my children. I will never stop.
I’ve lived long enough to know that life isn’t fair. That bad things happen to good people. That a man is responsible for his actions, inactions, and his works. I learn new things routinely and I carry with me the burden(s) of regrets. I have had to face so much and the mistakes I have made…I’ll never make again.
I’ve lived long enough to lose a sister. A grandparent. A friend. And many others who I respected and cared about.
I’ve also lived long enough to know that the truth doesn’t always come out. That the government doesn’t always work. That relatives can let you down. That those you love can discard you. That people in positions of power are not always objective. That money (sadly) can buy influence…and more.
I’ve lived long enough to see seasons change. To see populations shift. To see the benefits of good Presidents and the senselessness of others.
I’ve lived long enough to have enjoyed snowfalls. The beauty of the leaves changing. The smell of fresh cut grass. The warmth of the sunlight. The breeze on a spring night. The stars arranged in the heavens proudly on display.
I’ve lived long enough to have ups and downs in my weight. In my life.
I’ve lived long enough to accept that (perhaps) I am meant to grow old alone.
I’ve lived long enough to know that a man has; his name, his word, and his reputation and that, when necessary, these are the things (along with family and loved ones and the innocent and those without) are worth fighting for.
I’ve lived long enough to see time. Time that goes by in days that lead into decades. Time that changes a man from within…and on the outside.
I’ve lived long enough to know failure. To know success. To know how much a true friend means. To know the heart break of losing the love of my life. The harsh reality that ones’ best days are behind and the remaining days are far fewer than those that have past.
I’ve lived long enough to be exhausted. To be sad. To be depressed. To be without. To read words written that are blatantly false and hurtful. Words, like memories and burdens, can cause the harshest wounds. Wounds that cannot heal on their own.
The summary of all of these things is that…I’ve lived long enough
I have known what it’s like to have nothing. I have known the benefits of hard work and 90+ hour workweek. I have known the wisdom of the elderly. The compassion of a friend. And the love of a great woman.
Of all the life lessons none compare to the memories of hearing that you (in this case I) am going to be a Father. Going to all of the OBGYN appointments. Waiting for the first kick/movement. Praying that the Mother and the child will be safe…and healthy. Being there when the baby is born and cutting the cord that bound it physically to it’s Mother. Holding the newborn in my arms while giving thanks go God. I have always put my hopes, dreams, and prayers into each of my children. I will never stop.
I’ve lived long enough to know that life isn’t fair. That bad things happen to good people. That a man is responsible for his actions, inactions, and his works. I learn new things routinely and I carry with me the burden(s) of regrets. I have had to face so much and the mistakes I have made…I’ll never make again.
I’ve lived long enough to lose a sister. A grandparent. A friend. And many others who I respected and cared about.
I’ve also lived long enough to know that the truth doesn’t always come out. That the government doesn’t always work. That relatives can let you down. That those you love can discard you. That people in positions of power are not always objective. That money (sadly) can buy influence…and more.
I’ve lived long enough to see seasons change. To see populations shift. To see the benefits of good Presidents and the senselessness of others.
I’ve lived long enough to have enjoyed snowfalls. The beauty of the leaves changing. The smell of fresh cut grass. The warmth of the sunlight. The breeze on a spring night. The stars arranged in the heavens proudly on display.
I’ve lived long enough to have ups and downs in my weight. In my life.
I’ve lived long enough to accept that (perhaps) I am meant to grow old alone.
I’ve lived long enough to know that a man has; his name, his word, and his reputation and that, when necessary, these are the things (along with family and loved ones and the innocent and those without) are worth fighting for.
I’ve lived long enough to see time. Time that goes by in days that lead into decades. Time that changes a man from within…and on the outside.
I’ve lived long enough to know failure. To know success. To know how much a true friend means. To know the heart break of losing the love of my life. The harsh reality that ones’ best days are behind and the remaining days are far fewer than those that have past.
I’ve lived long enough to be exhausted. To be sad. To be depressed. To be without. To read words written that are blatantly false and hurtful. Words, like memories and burdens, can cause the harshest wounds. Wounds that cannot heal on their own.
The summary of all of these things is that…I’ve lived long enough
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Elvis Expert Jeff Schrembs: Knowing when to let go (by Jeff Schrembs)
Elvis Expert Jeff Schrembs: Knowing when to let go (by Jeff Schrembs): Someone asked me today about marriage and moving on. This is a subject that is bittersweet, difficult, and emotionally draining for me to...
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