It was a Friday…I remember it well. My Dad, an eager, young architect couldn’t wait to see the new JFK Airport and I was excited by his enthusiasm. We ventured into the weekend traffic to pick up my aunt at the airport and drove into history. Hoards of screaming girls were everywhere. Imagine if that were to happen today. They’d shut the airport down, thinking it was an army of invading terrorists. How things have changed.
I knew The Beatles were coming to town. We all did. How could you not. It was the first thing in just over two months to take our minds off the great national tragedy we had suffered with the Kennedy assassination. As with any period of grief, it is different for everyone but when a nation shares such an overwhelming loss, the cloud of grief lingers because of the shared miasma. When a ray of difference breaks through the cloud, there is no holding back the light that permeates everywhere. The Beatles were the ray of light a nation in mourning needed.
Who knew what would happen next? Come Sunday night my Dad asked, “So, are you going to watch The Beatles?” Silly question, my family watched Ed Sullivan every night. This would be no different. Yeah, right.
“Ladies and gentlemen, The Beatles.”
That’s all it took. We were hooked. We were sucked into their world and they changed our world for the better. My Mom and I laughed when the graphic under John’s picture read “Sorry, girls, he’s married.” That’s OK, we still had three others to dream about.
Their music was inspiring and uplifting at a time when a nation needed something to drag it from the abyss. Thank you John, Paul, George and Ringo for showing us the light. Thank you Mom and Dad for indulging my every Beatle whim for the rest of my life.
I went to Liverpool last year for my first Beatles’ journey, day trippin’ in Liverpool. The BEST trip of my life and I can’t wait to go back.