On the Saturday afternoon, I begged, whined and pouted, as only a pre-teen girl knows how, with my parents to let me stand there til the group appeared.
My perplexed parents said OK. So there I waited, along with about two dozen other Beatles fans. Eventually John Lennon, Paul MacCartney and Ringo Starr emerged to be swamped by their adoring fanlets (we were all about 12 years old).
We all got their autographs.
It is one of the best memories from my youth!
3 comments:
What FABulous memory to share.
If I remember correctly I think that my sister, Margaret, was working in the ticket office there at that time. She can tell a story about how they were assaulted by the crowd who were trying to get tickets to the program.
Thanks! It was a great day in my young life.
I must ask Margaret if I hit her, lol!
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