Meet Paul in 1975

Edit: I knew I had a color photo of this very same picture!

I have another fan story to share with you all. I recently won two "The Write Thing" fanzines on ebay. These are amazing magazines!! So much information and interesting tidbits. This story comes directly from the pages of the Oct/Nov 1975 issue. Enjoy!

John Awarski; Lakewood, Ohio
Article written in the Oct/Nov 1975
Issue of “The Write Thing” Fanzine

When we arrived in England, at
the beginning of August, my wife Winnie and I didn’t really believe that we had
a chance to see, let alone meet, any of the Beatles. We knew that John
would be in the States, and that George and Rich were in California. Paul,
we were told, was somewhere in England or Scotland rehearing the band. But
where exactly we didn’t know.

On our fifth day in London we made
out (sic) way to St. John’s Wood. We stopped at the church where Paul and
Linda had their marriage blessed, then we went down Abbey Road and stopped at
EMI studio. I asked one of the guards about going on a tour of the
building, and if Paul had been around lately. He said, “Yes, he was in
most of last week doing some mixing.”

Well, with that encouragement
we headed down to Cavendish Ave. Upon arriving there I Went into the
neighbors yard to look over the fence, and noted that only one car was there but
all the windows in the house were open. We decided to wait until the next
morning before any action would be taken. After dinner we passed by Paul
and Linda’s house again, and all the lights were on in the house which convinced
us that they were indeed hom (sic) and that tomorrow somehow we would at least
see them.
The next day was warm and sunny, not bad if we had to wait.
We arrived in the front of 7 Cavendish at about ten a.m. and sat down to watch
the activities in front of the famed home. First, the mailman came by to
deliver the morning mail. As he left, it came to us that if we wrote a
quick note and put it in the mailbox someone on the other side would at least
see it. So we wrote out a note saying who (and where) we were and wished
them luck on the upcoming tour. Shortly, Rose, the housekeeper, came
walking down the street and stopped to open the gate. We introduced
ourselves and asked for any help that she could give us in getting the note to
her employer. She said she’d do it as long as we didn’t try to sneak
in. She also told us that Paul had an appointment at two, so if we waiting
there we would at least see him leave. With this news there was no way
we’d leave. We watched the laundry man, the dry cleaner, and the messenger
all come and go.

Then the gate opened and out popped Heather’s
head. It looked like she was checking to see what we were going to do. We
just sat there and waved hello. She nodded and started down the
street. About 20 min. later she returned with the groceries for the
day.

About 2pm a small blue mini-cab culled up with Joe English and
his daughter Chrisse. I introduced myself, Winnie and Nancy to Joe and
told him how much we like Wings and the album “Venus and Mars.” Before he
went I asked if he would mind if I took a picture of him. He said if
I waited I could probably get some of everyone as they were leaving for
rehearsal.
The excitement was building. The green gate opened and Joe stuck
his head out. He waved at us to come over. We walked with all of the
self-control we could find over to the green gate. Joe told us that Paul
and Linda got our note but they were busy and hoped we understood. We said we
did. He then handed us a “Wings” postcard, and on the back were Paul,
Linda, Denny and Joe’s autographs. He said Paul and Linda wanted us to
have these. We thanked him again and again. He said to wait where we
were and Paul and Linda would be leaving to go to rehearsal shortly and we could
at least say hello.

Joe let us take a quick picture of him before
he went back in. A few minutes went by and we could hear talking and
Paul’s dog, Martha barking. Any minute now we knew we would see
them.

Finally at 2:45, the gates opened. I could see Paul
backing out his green convertible. In the front seat was Linda and in the
back was Joe, with Mary on his lap, Stella and Heather, with Chrisse on her
lap. As Paul got to the sidewalk, he stopped the car. We thanked him
and Linda for the autographs and asked how they were doing. They said that
everything was fine and asked how we were. Paul was wearing cut-offs, a
tank tp and green sunglasses and Linda had a blue dress. Winnie talked to
Paul about the tour and the group and I talked to Linda. She told me her
book on rock stars should be coming out in November and hoped that everyone
would buy it. She also told me about a new diary which would be offered to
members of the Wings Fun Club and that it would contain only Polaroid
pictures. She kidded and said “you better buy a copy when it comes
out.” I assured her that we would.
As were we talking a little old lady
who lives across the street came running over. She started to complain to
them about the dogs barking all night long and if they would be sure to lock
them up. Paul, being very diplomatic, apologized for the noise. I
think the lady just wanted to see Paul and talk to him. Paul just took it
all in stride.
Paul looked around and said, “Well we better be going, a lot
of work to do.” Paul pulled the car back and Linda shouted, “Be sure to
send us a set of pictures, “ and Paul shouted, “Take care, and we’ll see you,
bye now.”