Saturday, April 6, 2019

Volume I: Meet the Lennons

John's father, Alfred Lennon

Cynthia never got to meet John's mother Julia but she did eventually met his father, Alfred Lennon, in 1965. Since John was five years old, Alfred disappeared from his son's life (sound familiar?) and didn't keep in touch for almost 20 years when John was wealthy. I do wonder when Alfred found out he was technically a widower (Alfred and Julia never divorced) since 1958? John told Cynthia his vision of his father as a hero of the sea but unable to come home because life on the sea was very busy… probably something John told himself for comfort. I have heard that there was a time when Alfred was in jail at some point. Being a Seaman wasn't an unusual occupation: both Cynthia's and Maureen Starkey's fathers (Charles and Joseph) were seamen at one point in their lives. But unlike John's father, Charles and Joseph came home. There is a possibility that Julia’s family, particularly Aunt Mimi, scared Alfred away. Maybe he did kept in touch but his mail went first to Mimi who threw it in the garbage- I honestly wouldn't put it past her. Anyway, by 1964, Alfred was working as a dishwasher when he encountered a man who drove John around (chauffeur… could it be Bill Corbett? Alf Bicknell? or Les Anthony?); Alfred went to see John on the set of A Hard Day's Night, accompanied by the press hoping for a reunion exclusive. Needless to say it didn't go well. John was horrified, shocked, and pissed off that he refused to see Alfred. John didn't tell Cynthia about this until later- she didn't know why John didn't tell her but knew that Alfred was a sensitive subject. A year later, Alfred tried another approach without the press and went to John's home, Kenwood. Cynthia answered the knock on the door and was shocked to find John's long-lost father standing at her doorstep. She was struck by the resemblance and invited him in, also very curious about this man. Alfred's hair was long and unkept so Cynthia offered to cut and tidy up his hair which he happily obliged. Cynthia also introduced Alfred to his grandson Julian who soon became his only fan when his one and only record That's My Life (My Love and My Home) came out later that year; I'm afraid that's all I know of the relationship between Alfred and Julian during that time period of 1965-1968. I have absolutely no idea afterwards when John and Cynthia divorced until Alfred's death in 1976. I can't imagine John's reaction and what went through his mind when he came home to find his estranged father in his home with his wife and son. An awkward conversation followed; John had many questions for Alfred's side of the story and compared them to what Julia's family have told him while growing up that I am sure brought on confusion and anger. When Cynthia, a sucker for reuniting families, invited Alfred to stay overnight, John gave her a look of ‘Do you know what you are doing?’ but didn't argue. Alfred stayed for three days and during those days, John was either avoiding his father by going out or had tense conversations about the past.

“Freddie was met by the unsmiling servant Dot, who escorted him through a mirrored door into the living room. Here he was greeted by John's wife Cynthia, whose sweet concern, reminiscent of a typical homely Lancashire lass, at last allowed him to feel a little more comfortable. They (Freddie and John) sat over a cup of tea, trying to put themselves at ease with each other, alone in the silent house apart from Cynthia and Julian who were upstairs in bed. John had already made up his mind that he wanted his father to live as one of the family, and lost no time in suggesting he should move in to Kenwood immediately. But there was little time for the promised heart-to-heart the following day...or the next. John did not usually rise before eleven o'clock in the morning, when he would come dashing down the stairs to eat a hurried breakfast, usually a plate of mushrooms on toast, promptly set before him by Dot or Cyn. But it was not until the appearance of Cynthia's rumbustious and plain-speaking mother, Mrs. Lillian Powell, on one of her regular visits to Kenwood, that anyone recognized his restlessness. 'For heaven's sake, man, you look as frustrated as a hen in a coop,' she remarked, one morning over breakfast in response to Freddie's god-forsaken expression. 'Why don't you get them to find you a flat where you can do your own thing?' Freddie hesitantly agreed to consider the idea, his main worry being John's reaction, but before he had even had time to consider the question Lillian had already broached the matter with her son-in-law. And the speed with which she helped to implement the operation suggested to Freddie that it wasn't only the 'lodger' who was to be more comfortable after his eviction. However, this restoration of freedom was marred by John's disappointment at his leaving. Freddie had detected a look of dismay on his face as Cynthia informed him of the arrangements that have been made. But is was clear from his withdrawn attitude that he had not expected this turn of events. And Freddie learned later from John Francis, the part-time chauffeur, that John had been 'very upset indeed' about his father's departure. Nevertheless he gave orders to Dot to ensure that Freddie was given a couple of weeks' supply of food, and Cynthia went to great trouble to provide him with a carpet, a TV and some bedding for the new flat.”
Pauline Lennon Stone, John's stepmother

I guess the connecting chauffeur was John Francis… the name doesn't ring a bell but who knows? Lillian sure could get things done, huh? She instantly saw how restless Alfred was and did something about it. And really, Lillan? A flat (apartment) where can do own thing… interesting considering John bought her her own house to do whatever she wanted and yet spent majority of her time at Kenwood [read my reasons why John and Cynthia broke up a few posts back]. Anyway, it does sound like Lillian got along well with Alfred, better than her tense coexistence relationship with Mimi. I have no doubt that John saw a lot of himself in Alfred, from looks to personality, especially their sense of humor. I believe deep down John and Alfred wanted a close relationship but the damage was too great; Alfred missed a lot and John only knew life without his father around.

Pauline and Alfred, 1968

Around 1966 Alfred met and fell in love with (19) college student Pauline. However, her mother was understandably against the relationship of her young daughter with a 50-something year old man. In 1967, Alfred took Pauline to meet his son. Alfred asked John and Cynthia to give Pauline a job: as a secretary, going through fan mail, and an occasional nanny for Julian. Cynthia later revealed there wasn't much for Pauline to do around the house and spent most of her time crying.

“I had already begun to suffer severe headaches and periodic blackouts when I received John's invitation to spend the weekend at Kenwood, so I welcomed the chance of a short break. I had arranged to meet Freddie at the Southampton Hotel in Surbiton, from where we would be driven to Weybridge by John Francis, the cabbie who worked part-time for Cynthia while Anthony was busy chauffeuring John around town. We arrived about midday and were met at the front door by Cynthia, dressed in a black sweater and red velvet slacks. Her reassuring smile and quiet charm made me feel reasonably relaxed. 'John isn't up yet,' she informed us, leading us through to the cosy little living room which opened off the kitchen and was actually the only spot in the vast house which in any way resembled home. We chatted a little about my predicament, and Dot made us some tea as we sat admiring John's huge collection of zany prints and lithographs which adorned the white walls, waiting for the entrance of the 'great one’. Cynthia seemed more in awe of John's imminent arrival than I was myself as she listened intently for his step on the stair with an expression of flushed anticipation. Finally her patience was rewarded. 'I think I can hear him now,' she breathed, glancing at me to check my reaction. I was soon to discover that John enjoyed an almost regal status at Kenwood, which he was encouraged to maintain by the demeanour of the household members and by his visiting friends. 'I see you don't like wearing specs either,' smiled John. 'You know, when Cyn and I used to go to the cinema we were both too vain to wear our glasses so neither of us could see what the film was about.' 'And we couldn't hear it either,' chipped in Cynthia. 'If you're short-sighted it affects your hearing too, you know- you can't lip-read so well.' 'Well, John, what do you think of my Polly?' he finally asked, putting an arm around my shoulder. 'She reminds me a little of Julia. What do you say, John?' I felt rather embarrassed to be compared with John's mother, especially when I caught sight of the uncomfortable expression on his face. But he dodged the question neatly, remarking that I reminded him more of Cyn. It was true that Cynthia and I did resemble each other a little, having the same long blonde hair and similar facial features. But it was immediately clear to me that John's mother occupied a very special place in his heart... John was badly in need of secretarial help in handling the large amount of correspondence- mainly from fans- that arrived at Kenwood each morning. So I was to work for him as sort of correspondence clerk and I would provide Cynthia with baby-sitting services, not nannying as such but looking after Julian whenever she was out. That way both of them seemed happy. I moved into Kenwood at the end of October 1967 and was duly issued with my own shiny red, electronic entry card which enabled me to come and go much as I pleased. It was also announced that I was to begin driving lessons immediately, which would allow me to ferry Julian to and from school in the smart black Mini with smoked glass windows which Cynthia normally used. Additionally stored in the attic regions were a vast quantity of John's discarded clothes, most of them worn only once or twice. Cynthia was most insistent that Freddie should choose whichever items he wanted to supplement his own meagre wardrobe, but unfortunately he was a size or two smaller than his son!”
Pauline Lennon Stone

It feels like Cynthia had a much social life than she let on; there was always an impression that Cynthia stayed home a lot more than Maureen Starkey, Pattie Harrison, and Jane Asher. I'm not implying like reclusive but less than how many times of outings. I do know that whenever Cynthia wanted to go out dancing, Terry Doran would normally be her escort while John, the definite homebody, stayed home because he wasn't much into dancing. I suppose it was around this time or early 1968 (before the India trip), that things got crazy, from the marriage of Alfred and Pauline and the alleged seduction Alfred pulled on Cynthia.

“However, it was the question Cynthia's evenings out with the girls which brought about a rift between John and Freddie and led John blowing his top with his father for the first but not the last time. During one of my weekend visits to Freddie in Kew we bumped into Cynthia in a nightclub one Saturday evening. Whether it was due to an excess of alcohol or simply the prompting of old-fashioned values I'm not sure, but Freddie was deeply shocked to find John's wife clubbing without a suitable escort and he treated her to a lecture on the subject of wifely duties. It was one of the few occasions when I was really mad with Freddie. I knew he had a terrible habit of saying the most outrageous things under the influence of whisky, but I was furious with him for offending Cynthia. I realized with despair that he had gone much too far, but what I did not realize was that certain members of John's entourage who were also present in the club would report his words to John in a totally contorted form. In fact several different versions of the truth reached John's ears- the most ridiculous of which being that Freddie had attempted to seduce his daughter-in-law! The accusations were nevertheless sufficient to enrage John, and without waiting to verify their validity he paid an impromptu visit to Kew the next morning, en route for London in his Rolls.”
Pauline Lennon Stone

“Eventually, however, Freddie exhausted the limits of even John's tolerance when he attempted to seduce his daughter-in-law. Cyn was so distraught that John threw his father out of the house, and refused ever to see him again.”
Pete Shotton, 1983

David, Pauline, and Alfred, 1969

Well, no matter how the misunderstanding of this alleged hit-on (Cynthia never mentioned it in any of her books or contributions to biographies), I suppose it's nice to know that John still felt jealousy and protectiveness over Cynthia.
While Alfred and Pauline settled into married life, John and Cynthia divorced and John got involved with Yoko Ono. On February 26, 1969, Alfred and Pauline welcomed David Henry; John met his little half-brother once and it wasn't a kind of meeting to remember. John was going through his Primal Scream therapy period and had a lot of anger boiling over. When Alfred brought along his family, John hit the roof! After that encounter, Alfred and John would never see each other again. On October 22, 1973, Alfred and Pauline welcomed Robin Francis, who never met John; since David was born, Alfred became a stay-at-home dad (which John would later do with Sean) while Pauline worked. At his age, there were not a lot of options for Alfred to get a job so Pauline got a job as a translator. Alfred and John did reconnect later through telephone while John was living in New York. Alfred died of stomach cancer on April 1, 1976 when David was 7 and Robin was 2½ years old; John offered to pay for the funeral but Pauline refused. I don't know if Alfred ever saw Julian again after 1968 and Sean was 5½ months old when his grandfather passed away, they never met. I don't know if Julian or Sean have any relationship with their Uncles David and Robin- my guess is no but I don't have any knowledge on that to confirm. Interestingly, Cynthia later died on the same day as Alfred, 41 years later. Pauline remarried to Robin Stone; David is in the computer business while there's nothing recent known about Robin (in 1989 he was in college and in 1997 was unemployed and living with his mother).

Julian and Charlie in Liverpool, 1989

Alfred had 4 brothers and 1 sister: George, Herbert, Sidney, Edith, and Charles. He was very close to his youngest brother Charlie despite the 6-years difference. Charlie knew John as a little boy until he was four, estimating around the time Mimi thought Julia was an unfit mother with an absentee husband, lots of boyfriends, and went to social service to have John live with her. Charlie served for the Royal Army and his relationship with sister-in-law Julia went downhill after her boyfriend John Dykins went to Charlie about the idea of Julia divorcing Alfred but Charlie turned him away. By 1958, Charlie had it with the Stanley family and left Liverpool until 1982 when he retired. I am guessing Charlie left Liverpool before Julia's death during the Summer of 1958? In 1964, after hearing John slamming the door in Alfred's face, Charlie wrote John a stern letter, explaining that there were two sides of the story. I don't know when John reconnected with his Uncle, but in November of 1967, John invited Charlie to his home in Weybridge for his birthday while he was filming Magical Mystery Tour. Charlie spent a few days there, had Julian on his knee, and got an autograph from John that he used one of Julian's crayons because he couldn't find a pen that Cynthia gave him after John left on film location. I don't know if John and Charlie saw each other again… However I do know Charlie and Julian reconnected in 1989.
In April of 1989, there was a tragedy in the Hillsborough Stadium during a soccer match between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest teams with 96 deaths. In July, Julian arrived in Liverpool to appear in the benefit concert. Charlie greeted Julian when he arrived in Liverpool; Julian didn't realize that it was his grandfather's brother until someone offered to take a picture of the two of them. Julian apparently forgot about Charlie after last seeing him in 1967- that's what happens when you don't keep in touch, especially a four year old. They had a pleasant chat… again, I don't know if they kept in touch until Charlie's death in 2002. Anyway, since that reunion, Charlie had pictures/posters of John and Julian up in his home.

Alfred holding his single record, That's My Life (My Love and My Home), in 1965

Going to go back to what I previously mentioned in greater detail: Julian being Alfred's one and only music fan. Alfred always loved music, he played the banjo. He even taught Julia chords of the banjo, who later taught John. After establishing himself as John's father, he took an opportunity to release his own music, That's My Life (My Love and My Home). It at first did well, well enough for a potential tour, but it suddenly disappeared and it's very rare to find these days. It's heavily believed that John and Brian Epstein managed to get it off. I wonder if Julian still has the record?

“John's reaction to his Pop's 'pop' venture were actually rather mixed. He had been angered by Freddie's story to Tit Bits and was basically opposed to any of his relatives or friends 'blabbing to the press'. Part of the reason for this was his fear that Mimi might be upset by the revelations. But he also resented the idea of his Dad- or anyone else for that matter- muscling in on his name. Nevertheless he bought a copy of Freddie's record and it was played regularly at Kenwood, his spacious home in Weybridge. John's son Julian, who was then just three years old was especially fascinated by the record and repeatedly asked his mother, Cynthia, to 'put on Granddad's song'. It gave John a secret thrill to think that his Dad was a 'real character' with some talent in his own right, but he was still too suspicious of Freddie to trust him or openly to acknowledge his interest in him as his father… At least Freddie did have the chance to get to know young Julian, whose only previous acquaintance with his granddad had been through Freddie's record 'That's My Life.'”
Pauline Lennon Stone

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