While every other guy in Liverpool was busy with school, girls and playing football, there were 4 boys named John, Paul, George, and Ringo who where up to something new.
(1958)
Pov. John
I cried, day after day. I had lost my mother, twice.
When I was 5 years old my dad wanted to emigrate to New Zealand but my mom didn't want to, I had to choose, did I want to stay here with my mom or emigrate with my dad? I chose to go with my father but when we were about to leave I ran back to my mom. I haven't seen my dad since. My mother, Julia, was much too young, broke and busy with other guys to look after me, she gave me to my aunt, her sister. Aunt Mimi was married with George, my uncle, he was very nice. but he died 3 years ago, when I was 14. Mimi and George had no children, they had me. I missed my father even more after the dead of George, it felt like I lost my father again. I felt lonely and I wanted to see my mom. I went to school, I had many friends, but still I felt alone. I didn't know how to expres my feelings so I started writing poetry, thinking about the times I was still with my mom. I missed her.
When I went to school, they asked me What I wanted to be when I Grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment. And I told them they didn't understand life
Then I found my mother lived very close to my aunts house. I secretly visited my mom sometimes.
when Mimi found out, she wasn't angry at all. Iwas around 16 years old when my mom came by very often to visit me and Mimi. Mom had two other children, two girls, Julia and Jackie. sometimes I stayed at their house for a few days, mom was more like a friend than a mother.
I really love her. Shes a wonderful person. She taught me how to play the banjo when mimi didn't even want me to have an instrument.
Later she bought me a guitar and I started to make songs of the poetries id write before
When aunt Mimi found out she was angry, she burned all my songs and said
The guitar is alright as a hobby, but it wont earn you any money
So I was like 17 and my mom visited my aunt and me almost every week. I was kinda happy again.
I just lived my live with my friends and my familie, although I wasnt really good at school. I liked to get all the attention but I was very mean too. Once they kicked me out school because I bullied someone who had a more beautiful bike then I had.
Then I had an idea. I started a band. I asked my friends if they wanted to join and I ended up having a band with like 5 of my school friends. I called the band The Quarrymen, named after our school, the Quarrybank.
Julia visited Mimi's house nearly every day. On the evening of 15 July 1958 my friend Nigel came to my house and found Mimi and Julia talking by the front gate. I was not home. It was about 9.30 Pm and Nigel went back home and Julia too. So they walked together, at one point Nigel went left and Julia crosses to road to the central reservation between two traffic lanes. Five seconds later, Nigel heard a loud thud and turned to see her body flying through the air. Which landed about 100 feet (30m) from where she had been hit. He ran back to get Mimi and they waited for the ambulance, with Mimi crying hysterically.
I could not bring myself look at my moms corpse when I was taken to the hospital.
I was dead inside. I lost my mother, just when I had finally had her back.
It gets better you know, it's almost 3 months when she died and I will turn 18 soon.
talking to Paul really helped, Paul was in my band, left handed guy, great guy. I feel like he was the only one who understands me, he had lost his mother as well.
(1958)
Pov Paul
My father has always played in a band, and for my birthday he bought me a trumpet so I could play in a band too. Then I found out I couldn't sing While I was playing the trumpet, So I changed it for a guitar. Now I could sing and play at the same time. I'm lefthanded, So I had swtich the chords.
When I was 14 my mother died, my brother was only 12. We cried a lot. Our mother was the best mom in the world. She died of breastcancer, I really miss her. After she died, I wrote my first song 'I lost my little girl' While crying and thinking of her all the time.
now I'm 17 and I'm in a band! things are getting better you know, things started to get better when I first met John, my band mate. I'll never forget that day, July 6th 1957. Ivan, my friend and birthday twin told me he and his band were going to play at a local event and told me to come. they played two times, afternoon and evening. I went and see them play in the afternoon, that's when I first saw John. I rushed back home to get my guitar and saw them play later in the evening. after the gig I went to Ivan and as soon as he saw the guitar on my back he wanted me to meet John. they were in a little old church, John wanted me to play something but he and the rest of his band mates started laughing when they saw I'm lefthanded, then I played twenty flight rock for them and the were shocked. John, who was kind of the leader, asked me to join the band. I said: 'I'll think about it.' but of course I wanted to join the band, I just wanted to sound cool, like I wasn't that little exited baby faced boy, which I actually was.
