Lennon Writty
By Barb Chappel
Around the Beatle fan club newsletter
January 1968
Hello, all you Beatles Friends and Family (BFAF). Don’t know how to start, but here it
goes. Thank you, Jeri for asking me to
write every month. It’s an honor and
you’re a great friend. Mates, you are
now embarking upon my adventures in Jolly Ole and meeting with John, Paul,
George, and Ringo – or trying to! Have
you ever tried to catch J.W.L.? Nearly
impossible! He’s always son the move. I even had an expected appointment on October
6. I went up to Johns for the first time on
October 2 and was given a ride to his door.
Leave it to John mind you, the
front door happens to be the back door!
A bloke answered the door and said he’d tell John I’d be there on
Friday. On October 6 I walked and
trekked up his walk. It was lined with
beautiful red flowers. His housekeeper
came to the door and said he wasn’t home again.
I gave her the flowers for Cyn’s birthday and talked to her for 20
minutes. Then, since I had no way back,
she let me use the telephone by the kitchen sink. I keep pinching myself. I used his phone! Bet you’re wondering what John’s house looks
like. Well, it’s indescribable
almost. The living room is dark green
with a settee (sofa) chair and stool, and lots o little kittens sleeping. I saw Mimi, Neil, and Mel. Mimi is black and white. Weybridge is a lovely place, peaceful and
quiet. Julian’s cart was by the
gate. Wonder where the white horses
were. I saw Julian at Heath House. There
he was sitting as good as gold, his big brown eyes looked at me and I smiled
right back. He takes after his
daddy. We’ve got another John Lennon on
our hands. To top it off, the other day
a letter came for me from JOHN. Imagine
that. Sometimes I can’t believe what’s
happening to me. He told me he was busy
on his film and to wait a while before wandering up again. He was pleased I wanted to come so
badly. Nice to him, huh? Wonder where he got that idea. I only went there 7 times….
P.S. Anyone going to
John’s go before 2pm, before he goes out.
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