
Thursday, October 29, 2009
More from Eileen

Elieen's story

Not much of a story, really. It was 1967, I went to England on my own
and met up with a British fan who knew where they all lived, and one day
we did the pilgrimage to all their homes. Today we'd be
considered stalkers, but back then, there was no security around any of their
homes.
We'd been to George's house earlier in the day, rang
the bell, and his housekeeper answered, told us George and Patti were still
asleep, we should come back later.
So that's what we
did. We came to the driveway and there were George and Klaus, painting the
house. That's when I took the photo. We slowly approached, George
saw us, said a word or two to Klaus and graciously came to greet us. I
have no recollection of the conversation other than when I asked if I could
shake his hand. He let us take a few photos of him, excused himself to
return to his work and we left.
We'd done a lot of walking that
day, miles and miles, and our feet were killing us. After we met George,
my friend said to me, "Do your feet still hurt?" I wasn't feeling a thing, other
than my heart beating so hard I thought it would burst out of my
chest.
I love it when things come together....

Leslie: My friend was here last month. Hahaha. From Chicago. I don’t know. My friend was here last month.George: Yeah.
Leslie: You got to get this signed for me.
George: Look we’d just started painting then.
Leslie: Yeah, my friend said you’ve got to go back when it’s done; I’ve got to come back or something. I guess I’m here and I guess it’s done.
George: Yeah.
Later in the conversatin, Klaus Voorman comes in. That part of the tapes is like this:
George: Have you met Klaus? Good and Tall Klaus.
Leslie: No—hi. Maybe you can sign something we brought.
Klaus: like what?
Leslie: letters.
George: Say hello to people in New York.
Leslie: I knew you were here painting the house cause Eileen told me. It looks fantastic.
George: Oh yeah—his picture is in the photo. She has a picture from when we were painting. Show him the photo. Oh yes—remember that day?
Klaus: Oh yes!
George: And look there—
Klaus: Nice
George: Lovely
Klaus: Yeah.
Leslie: Glad I had this picture and…
George: Absolutely fantastic
Leslie: My friend from New Jersey took it.
Klaus: I said hi to some American girls.
Leslie: She stopped by one day.
George: Yes, she talked about you.
Leslie: She did?!?!
George: Yes cause I remember your name anyhow because of the so many letters.
Leslie: Oh! Wow!
George: And the badges you send.
Leslie: Oh wow! I can’t believe it! You remember me you just said it. (George laughs). And I haven’t fainted. Aren’t you proud of me? I didn’t scream. No one will believe me. Thank you for it.
Well never did I actually think that I would ever SEE the photograph being discussed here of George and Klaus painting Kinfuans,but what do you know! Here it is!!!
