The LONG and Winding Road

   I have had this blog in my head for weeks, looking for the right words to describe The Beatles, and I may come up short.
   Fifty years ago, these four boys, changed, shifted the atmosphere of so many. Adults and kids paid attention.
   That Sunday night, I remember getting to stay home from church, to watch this thing? we were not sure what to expect. Our families knew, that it must be big, there was a buzz in the air.
   My cousins came over to our house, because my daddy ALWAYS had the best TV in the Jacksonville area! We were all crammed into our dinning room, I think they had turned it into a TV room by then. My cousin Becky and I held hands, screaming and looking at others watch us. I can not say for sure, who was there, and what people were saying, I just know that after that night I was different. My eleven year old mind and body ( which was going on 18 !!) was forever knowing a different kind of love.
  I loved the Beatles, down to my toes. I felt funny inside, I was in love with Paul and I was going to marry him. So, without hesitation, I wrote him a letter.
   Me and hundreds of other little girls, and maybe guys too. We all loved them, we loved their music, we were allowed to twist and shout! We collected Beatles trading cards, we took the bus to the Florida Theater to watch A Hard Days Night. We played records, albums, on big ass stereo players. I would lay on the floor with my ear right up to the speakers, the music was inside of me. It still is.
  It is playing on my CD player right now.
  Yesterday, I watched a documentary on George Harrison, on HBO. I spoke into the Ipad, " You changed my very thought pattern!"  Each song he had written, during and after the Beatles sent me to Nirvana.
  When John died, my sweet husband, took me to New York to mourn, I still think about what he left us and think what else he could have done.
   Paul and Ringo are around and occasionally sing. Ringo, not so good and My Paul, not so bad.
   I think Abbey Road is my favorite album, then I hear the early stuff, and my heart sinks. Their words without the music, is food for my soul.
   That Sunday night we did not know what was coming, but I think my generation was ready. We were born for change, and we had a Ticket To Ride.
    There are no words, I have looked, all on this page come from my heart.
    I love with Beatles, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah