Paul McCartney 1973 Cavendish Avenue snapshot

A snapshot of Paul McCartney and his family on the back steps of his St Johns wood Georgian townhouse in the 1973 The photograph Shows fans with the McCartney’s on the back steps of their house The encounter was mentioned about in the 1970s fanzine “The Mess” where barb told her story: which reads “Well, I don’t know exactly how to tell this to you. I first saw Linda the night of August 28th, Mary McCartney’s birthday. I went to their house with my dear husband Wayne and a mutual friend of ours, Barb. It was dark out and we thought for sure if we went by and the lights were on that would mean they were home. They were on and suddenly I was cold as ice. Finally, Wayne rang the front buzzer and Linda answered with a friend, “Hello!” Wayne said we had a birthday gift for little Mary and Linda said she’d come out and get it. She opened the front gate; Heather was with her. Linda looked gorgeous in a black dress and beads. We must have chatted for five minutes or so. She said they had just stuffed themselves full of cake and ice cream. I gave her a couple sketches I had done and the scrapbook I started making of newspaper clippings way back in 1969, she had admired it then. Barb mentioned if she remembered when my mom and I had talked to her then and she did remember and repeated several things that had happened too. I was happy that she had remembered. Well, of course we asked if we could see “the man” but he was evidently too full of cake and ice cream cause Linda said it wasn’t possible just then. But we did sort of talk her into seeing him the next day even though they would be busy preparing for their trip to Lagos. Meanwhile, Mary and Stella came out the front door, standing on the top step and started to come out to the gate, and then Linda said it was time for her to go in. So, we said goodnight. Wayne and I returned to our hotel room, where I immediately had to start finishing the portrait I was painting of Paul and Linda because I really wanted to give it to them before they left for Legos. Needless to say, we were both up till 4 ‘o’clock in the morning. After changing our hotel and running around London looking for the perfect gifts for the whole family, we were finally on the Tube to St. John’s Wood. Nervous as could be we approached the gate and gave the buzzer a buzz, but no one was home. A neighbour girl who was watching their dog informed us they had gone to get their vaccinations. We were going to leave and come back but the red Lamborghini came around the corner before you know it Paul popped out, with a smile a nod and a good day. I wished I hadn’t been too nervous because I was so dumb. But anyway, Wayne, dear Wayne did the fast talk with his foot in the gate, so to speak and before we knew it, we were being asked inside the gates. Wayne just told Paul that we had these things to give him and something real special to show them. What a whirl. I just remember Paul kept saying “this better be good.” Shit, it just made me more nervous. Wayne took Heather and Mary to the side and showed them my painting and said didn’t they think it deserved to be put up in the house somewhere. Oh yes, as Mary danced about saying “It’s a picture of mommy and daddy!” Linda, lovely Linda, then asked us, why we all don’t go in the house. At this point, I felt a little faint. I always had dreamed of being in Paul’s house but somehow, you’re never quite prepared. So, we entered the hallowed halls of the McCartney mansion. It was absolutely breath taking, being in that house. I knew now that it was every man and woman for himself. Everyone went to the room in the back of the house for the unveiling of my masterpiece and I chose to hide in the kitchen during the whole thing because I was afraid, he wouldn’t like it. I heard Linda saying how nice it was, and Paul may have mumbled something, but I didn’t hear him. I silently snuck into the room, it was lit very dimly, and Wayne was saying we should look at the painting in better light, but Paul said he liked the light the way it was. As time goes by, everything becomes a bit hazy to me. I slightly remember Paul kept asking questions like, was Wayne still happy or if I was still happy being married. I think he asked me if Wayne was a good husband to me. I know he seemed quite concerned about my welfare. Then we all trooped into the kitchen, seems odd when I think on it now, Stella sitting in the middle of the floor unwrapping everything, it was really chaos and me, well, I was somewhat hanging onto the rim of the counter for fear of falling over. Linda was standing next to me examining the contests of the bagful of gifts. We tried to get it through that we brought a bottle of wine in hopes that we’d all sit down and have some, but it didn’t work. Paul was in the refrigerator getting something to drink, which has unanimously been elected as egg nogg. I guess I was staring at him the whole time although I remember trying not to. Heather kept coming up to me and telling me it was nice to meet me, but it was time for me to go. Finally, I made it clear that I had no intention of leaving until Paul told me to. I guess it was Wayne and Paul who did all the talking (typical). I could only talk to Linda. I told her that we probably wouldn’t be back to London for some time and she was a bit surprised and said, “Oh really?” She looked so thin, and she was so nice, sometimes I like her more than Paul. Before I knew it we were in the room where my painting was sitting, I don’t know how we got there and then Wayne asked if we could take some pictures and Paul reacted oddly to that request, as if he didn’t know what Wayne meant. We went out the back door, Paul had suggested we take the photos in the back and were bombarded by a zooful of dogs that suddenly disappeared when Paul stepped out. I have no idea where they went. Linda and Paul stopped at the top step and then I stopped at the one right below Paul. The picture take was really the fun part everyone was laughing and Paul made silly jokes and silly expressions for the camera. Luckily, Wayne and Barb took the pictures. I just don’t think I could have kept a steady hand. Paul and Wayne did get in a little discussion over whether we enjoyed bothering him, he kept insisting that we did, but, with a little help from Linda (thanks Linda), and Paul was set straight. I also spit out a few quiet whispers on how much it meant to us to be there, and he looked at me and said he understood. He also managed to move up a little bit ad put his arm around me, and I just don’t think I could ever say what that was like. We all just about knew it was soon time to go as we went back in and to not hold back my emotions so I grabbed Linda around the neck and hugest her, she hugged me back, I said she would never know how much it meant to me, everything. After Wayne, Barb had both shook hands with Paul and said their goodbyes it was my turn, somehow as much as I wanted to express myself as I had with Linda I couldn’t so it was a handshake instead of a kiss, for Paul and me too, but I held his hand for a minute and gazed into his eyes. It was time and Barb and Wayne, and I walked to the front gate as Paul and Linda and Stella waved a fond farewell. The Photograph measures 12.5 x 8.9 cm The condition is Excellent