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Beatles in Memphis 1966, Macca in Memphis 1883, Macca in D.C. 2009
Beatles in Memphis 1966, Macca in Memphis 1883, Macca in D.C. 2009
by Janet Ciaramitaro
(Cordova, TN USA)
Hey, Woody! It's Aug 1, 2009,9:41 pm, CST, and my daughter called me 41 minutes ago from DC - she's at the McCartney concert, and she's sharing the concert with me via her cell phone. If I die right now, I will be smiling! Forty three years ago, I sat in the darkened Mid-South Colliseum, watching The Beatles. Now, my daughter (age 23), is screaming with the enthusiastic crowd, and everytime he starts a new song, PANDEMONIUM breaks out! It's like re-living Beatlemania, and I can hear myself in her screams. She grew up listening to The Fab Four, and hearing my crazy dream stories about visiting with Paul and Linda. I guess I've come full circle, and I am SO grateful for this moment! Just thought I'd share. It's left me - the writer - utterly speechless!
BTW - She was a teenager when McCartney returned to Memphis, and she watched me acting like a fool, standing in queue at 6 a.m. to get a ticket to the McCartney New World Tour with one of my best friends from high school, and the ensuing insanity leading up to that concert. Now, she's at Macca's concert with HER friends from high school, who drove all the way from Memphis, TN to Washington, DC, to see Macca with her. WHEW! He just launched "A Day in the Life". I'm shaking - a heart attack may be pending! FIFTY SIX YEARS OLD, and I STILL HAVE THE VAPORS! How sick am I? Sorry - just HAD to share... Hope all you Beatles fans are getting a good giggle, 'cause it's just that funny! WONDERFUL NIGHT!!! (Pun intended!!) Bye for now! Thanks for reading and including me, everyone! Ta!
Note two days later: It occured to me that she was at his concert at FedEx Field in D.C. Ironically, her father has worked at FedEx (this is the original, and largest hub, and their home office is here) for TWENTY-NINE YEARS!! On his 20th anniversary at work, they awarded him a work of art depicting major events of 1980 (the year hubby was hired at FedEx) - among them, of course, John Lennon's murder. There's quite a nice likeness of him in this artwork, and for the first 7 or 8 years I'd see it every time I left my bedroom, because hubby posted this art in the foyer of our bedroom. Now I can look at it and smile - a melancholy smile, but a smile nonetheless. I still miss John and George desperately. It's like an out of town relative passed, and even tho' I seldom saw them, the pain is nonetheless acute. One of these days, I'll share my Beatles dreamscapes. Oddly enough, LOTS of my dreams are true. My father called it "The Sight", my Mom called it, "The Gift". I call it a pain in the keester! I never know when these dreams will arrive, and they are singularly disturbing to me, even though I've had them all my life. Well, that's another story for another day... Cheers, everyon! - And thanks for reading! Peace.
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