My Valentine photo shoot

 Happy Valentine's Day! 

Trying to Move on without George

 January 13, 1969

A happy day for the McCartney family

 

September 26, 1998 -

What a bittersweet day this was for the McCartney family.    They came together to celebrate Mary's wedding day.   Paul walked his beautiful daughter down the aisle.  They arrived in the famous car that took Paul to the premiere of Yellow Submarine in 1968.    But there had to be a sad feeling that beautiful September day because it was the first big gathering after Linda's death.   I am sure she was deeply missing and tears were shed.   

Goodbye Beatles

 

Flower Show

 May 19, 2003

Ringo need a big help

 March 11, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day

 

I hope you all have had a lovely Valentine's Day.  

Outside the Piccadilly Hotel

Photo:   Sheryl Walmsley

 Manchester 1973

Welcome to the Netherlands

 

December 1, 1987

Linda's book release

 October 10, 1992 -  Paul and Linda are in Bath for the release of Linda's 60's photograph book.  

September 1977 - James is born!

 

Since today is James McCartney's 45th birthday (Happy Birthday to James!), I thought I'd share this story of some fans that met Paul at the time of James' birth and gave Paul some flowers to congratulate him on the birth of his first boy. 

Paul in London September 1977

By Sil Perrone

With a Little Help From My Friends

January 1978

 

We all went to England in September of 1977, hoping to be able to get in on being there first to see “the birth.”  Everyone in England wanted Paul and Linda to have another girl.  I guess it’s self-explanatory.  We kept checking out the house and ran into Paul and the family often.  Heather dressed as a punk all the time, tried to ignore us but approached us one day to tell us to leave.  She seemed to try to impress us with her new fad, but we just moseyed off.  Paul had agreed to come out one afternoon, and we waited at “THE GATES.”  He paused briefly for pictures with arms around pregnant Linda.  Then he tried to get her purple Mini started.  Linda stood holding the gates open as we chatted.  She wanted to know where we were from and if we had visited England since our stay.  We said we wanted to go to Paris.  Linda was really concerned and said we must go, so we asked for the cheapest way possible.  She told us all about going on the Hovercraft or flyover.  As we chatted, I kept looking at Paul, and he was having a terrible time starting that car.  Finally, he backed out, and again he posed for photos while sitting in the car.  He charmed us up by asking where we lived and then proceeded to introduce us to a fellow in the back seat.  I hadn’t noticed him before.   Paul said, “I wanted to introduce you to Malcolm Brown.”  We all said hello and asked who he was.  Paul’s reply – “Who’s Malcolm Brown??  Everyone knows Malcolm Brown!”  (Does anyone know who Malcolm Brown is?  We never could figure it out.  I think Paul was just teasing).  Then they took off.

We came around a little more after that but didn’t want to bother him too much.  But one night in particular, we came around at about 12 midnight, and all his lights were on.  It was very strange to see his house like that – his lights are never on at night.  I mean, it was lit up like a Christmas tree.  We had a funny feeling that the baby came.  So the next morning, we met two English boys from Manchester who came with a guitar.  We asked the obvious question, and we all became well acquainted.  They wanted to audition for Paul since Jimmy had left and Paul needed a guitarist.  David White was one of them, and he was very nice.

 

All of a sudden, the gates swung open, and we shut up quickly.  Two men came out who seemed to be repairing something in the house.   Out of the blue, they asked if we knew about the baby.  Shocked, we asked where it was born, what it was, and what they’d name it.  All in a row, he said, “Last night, it was a boy, and his name was….”  The man couldn’t think of it.  He kept trying to remember.  It was like playing charades.  Finally, he blurted out, “James Louie!”  Not Louis, but Louie.  They pronounce Louis as Louie in England, like the French.  We couldn’t help but laugh because Louie sounded so funny to us.  Especially after the name James.  It just didn’t seem to fit.

 

The man left, and the next thing we thought of was, “Where?!” We all ran in a panic to call friends and hospitals.  No luck.  We didn’t have any idea where they could have been.  We called where Mary and Stella had been born, and they didn’t seem to have them there.  So, we walked back to the house, very depressed.  At the gate, a telegram boy came, and we wondered if maybe John or someone hot like that had sent a telegram of congratulations.  The kid said no, it wasn’t from Lennon, and out of the blue told us where Paul and Linda were.  Everything seemed to have laid right in our lap that day.  They were around the corner at the Avenue Clinic.  He even gave us directions.  So off we went out to see Paul’s first son.  We waited at a very small house like a hospital.  After about an hour we decided to go get flowers.  Dagmar (our German friend) went all over High Street looking for flowers while we worried that he wouldn’t be back in time and would miss Paul.  Finally, he came bouncing out, and we again took pictures.  Dagmar was back in time.

 

He was very nice, and we congratulated him, giving him the flowers.  He was grateful, and I asked him what they named the baby.   I know I knew already, but I wanted to hear it from Paul.  He seemed sort of shy or embarrassed and said, “James…. James Louie.”  We, of course, didn’t laugh this time but just repeated, “Oh, James Louie.”  Then I asked how Linda was.  He was glad to hear someone was actually concerned enough to ask.  He smiled at me and said, “She’s fine.”  He asked us how old we were at one point, and we said, “How old do you think we are?”  (We’re all about 25).  He kiddingly (I hope) said 15.  Then one of my friends blurted out, “What are ya, crazy?!”  It was funny to hear someone say a remark like that to Paul McCartney, but I’m sure he wasn’t offended.  He gradually worked his way to the purple Mini parked neatly in the parking lot.  He was holding our flowers and fumbling for his keys as we clicked away and talked.
 There were two photographers from the “Daily Mirror” there too, but they didn’t say much.  Paul then did the cutest thing.  As he got in his car, he didn’t seem to be as happy as I had expected him to be, but as soon as he pulled out of the driveway, he honked his horn and stuck his thumbs up through his sunroof as if to let all his excrement out at once.  We all cheered!   We never did get to see James Louis, but seeing Paul was a delight.

 

 

Yeah Dutch!

 

A great performance

 

Summer 1971 in London

 Tonight I have a nice fan story written by Pamela Elijah.  It was originally published in the 1971 newsletter for members of the Beatles Fan Club in Indiana.   

England – Summer 1971

By Pamela Elijah

 

Those of you who write to me regularly know that I went to England this summer, and I have received several letters asking for details of my trip.  I thought it would be easiest to put it in this newsletter rather than trying to write all the details to everyone.  I was accompanied by Tempy Snow (Area Secretary for Vermont and Mass.).  We left Boston on June 7^th and arrived in London on the 8^th.  We both stayed with friends in Streatham, which is a section of Southern London.  Though we didn’t stay together, we were lucky enough to be within walking distance of each other.

On our first day there we learned that George was working at EMI studios on Abbey Road, producing a single for Badfinger.  So on June 9^th, we decided to go down and try to see him.  We arrived there at 5:15, only to learn that he had gone in at 5:00.  We decided to wait until he came out, and during the time we waited, we saw him come out into the hall a few times to talk on the telephone.   As it turned out we didn’t wait for him.  We left at 10:00 because it was so cold that our bodies were beginning to go numb.  (I later found out, when watching the weather on TV, that it had been the coldest June in England in 20 years!)

We went back the next day, the weather was warmer but it was raining, so we decided that if we could see him go in we’d leave then. (We had both developed colds from the night before).  There were a few people there.  Tempy and I were with Carolyn Mitchell (from Utah) and Val Furbish (She was formerly the Area Secretary for Delaware, now lives in England).  There were a couple of girls from New York and one of the Apple Scruffs.  We were all waiting patiently when suddenly the rain stopped, and just as it stopped George’s car pulled in.  One of the New York girls went up and talked to him for a few minutes.  He walked past my friends and I went up the steps.  When he got to the top, Carolyn called out to him.  He leaned down and asked what she wanted.  She was going to ask him for the lyrics to “Ain’t That Cute,” which is a song he had written for Apple artist Doris Troy.  Being very nervous, she ollked {sic] at him and said “Could you get me the lyrics to ‘Ain’t She Sweet?’”  He looked rather confused.  Val jumped up and said, “Cute!”  George then asked if they mean “Ain’t That Cute” and said he would get her the lyrics.  (He never did.)  I can’t remember what else was said, only the way he looked standing at the top of the steps.  He was wearing blue jeans, a denim jacket and cap, and a yellow shirt with Sanskrit writing on it.  He had cut his hair shorter the week before.  As soon as he went in, the rain started again.  This was all I saw of George as he left that Saturday for the States.

 

June 13^th I went with Val to see Ringo’s house.  It is in Hampstead, which is very lovely section of London.  It’s a big brick house on a quiet little street.  We played with Mr. Villoughby (Ringo’s Siamese cat) and then Martin Lickert (Ringo’s chauffeur) came out so we talked to him for a while.  We saw Zak and Jason playing in the garden.  Zak seemed very quiet, while Jason was just the opposite.  When he saw us he started to yell and scream, which caused the dogs – a poodle named Tiger and a collie named Sophie to start barking.  Jason started spitting at us, as Val said he is a “pretty normal little boy.”  Maureen must have heard all the commotion because it wasn’t long before she came out (dressed in a Superman t-shirt).  She looked very annoyed to see us, so we turned and quietly left.  IT was at this point I decided it was best not to bother them at their homes.

Paul receiving flowers from Vicky (June 15, 1971)

On June 15^th  Tempy called to tell me she found out Paul was going to be at EMI the following day and we made plans to go down.  However, later that evening I began to feel sick and found out my cold had led to tonsillitis.  So while everyone else went to see Paul, I ended up in bed.    I heard he was very nice, and Vicky Bell (from Cleveland) gave him flowers for his birthday.  He thanked her saying it was “wonderful.”

June 19^th Val, Carolyn, and I went to an all-night Beatle festival on Portobello Road.  They showed A Hard Day’s Night, Help!, Yellow Submarine, and Let it Be.  They began at 11:30 pm and ended at 6:00am.  The theater was packed and it was almost impossible to find seats.  By the time the movie started every seat was taken and there were people packed in sitting in the aisles.  No one can say the Beatles aren’t popular anymore.

Since George was out of the country, we decided on June 20 to go to Henley-on-Thames to see his house and take some pictures.  It’s a beautiful place.  He has two small houses plus the huge one which you have probably seen pictures of.  He is now living in one of the smaller ones while the large one is being fixed up.  His land seems to stretch on forever with all sorts of beautiful trees and flowers.  While we were there we saw Terry Doran (George’s assistant) and Greg French (George’s cousin from Florida who is living with him).

Maureen (photo taken by Pamela Elijah) on July 1, 1971

July 1^st Tempy and I went to Apple to meet Pattie O’Neill and Mar Young.  When we got there they said Maureen was there, so we waited until she came out.  She seemed very shy.  Mar gave her a scarf and seemed very pleased with it.

July 16, John and Yoko made an appearance at the Claude Gill Bookshop to sign copies of Yoko’s book “Grapefruit” which was just released in England.  When Vicky, Tempy, and I arrived, it stretched back for blocks.  We got in line with Patti and Mar.  When John and Yoko arrived, the whole crowd surged forward.  There was no more line, just a huge mass of wall-to-wall people.  I’ve never felt so closed in all my life, as I couldn’t move a muscle for at least 15 minutes.  I nearly fainted a few times and completely lost all my friends.  Luckily, John and Yoko were safe behind a table, signing books.  After about 25 minutes I somehow grabbed a book and got out.  I later found out Tempy had been pushed right up against the table and she got to stand there and talk to John.  As people got their books they began to clear out, so by the time they left there were only a few people around.  Vicky found out from a boy who worked there that they would leave by the back entrance.   We went out and waited for them there. Besides us, there were a few girls from Denmark.  John looked wonderful, wearing black trousers and shirt and a black jacket with little flowers on it.  Yoko was wearing a red and white hot pants suit.  They signed autographs for a while and then left in John’s white limousine.

 

July 18^th – Sarah Nolte called to tell me that she had been able to get me a ticket to George’s August 1^st concert at Madison Square Garden.  So I made plans to come back early in order to get to the concert.  As it turned out I missed the concert, but I was lucky enough to see George, John and Yoko, Maureen and the children in England.  There’s so much more I could go into …the days we went to Apple…seeing Neil Aspinall and Mal Evans, and so much more.  But if I mentioned all the little things, I’d go on forever. 

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