My Mother, My Roommate and the Beatles

Back in the early 60's when the Beatles first came on the music scene, I instantly fell  in love with their music and I wanted to share it with my mom. She and Dad came to visit me and I played "Meet the Beatles" for them. The reaction was not good, of course. She didn't like them any better than she had the down and dirty rhythm and blues I preferred earlier in my life. My dad was noncommittal. (He didn't have opinions in those days, since my mom had them all.)

I was determined to sway her, so in the 70's, when I found an album of the Beatles music played by a string orchestra, I nearly wore it out, playing it while they were again visiting. She was not told whose music it was, and after she had heard it  (and not complained) several times, I told her where the music came from. You should have seen the look on her face!  She was so surprised, and she admitted that perhaps I had been right about the Beatles abilities after all. 

The same thing happened with my roommate the first time we heard "I Want to Hold Your Hand" on the car radio in 1963 or 4. She changed the station almost immediately, and I asked her to change it back so I could hear that song. I loved it and she hated it from the start. She said,  "Who the heck are those guys? They will never be popular! I don't know how you can stand to listen to that!!"

She is the same roommate who said my marriage to mr. kenju would never last. I have not seen her since 1965, and I wish I knew how to contact her. I would say ".....funny how that 

Beatles thing worked out, huh? and by the way, we are going to celebrate our 49th anniversary this year."  I'd love to see the look on her face....lol