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Extractions: John Lennon met Paul McCartney on July 6, 1957, when Paul went to hear John's band, The Quarrymen, play at a village festival at St. Peter's Parish Church in Woolton, a Liverpool "suburb" that is really a small, peaceful village. St. Peter's was John's Parish Church, within walking distance of his home on Menlove Avenue. (The church cemetery is also the resting place of one Eleanor Rigbylisted about halfway down the "Rigby" family marker pictured above.) The Quarrymen played often in the St. Peter's church hall (right), which is still used for youth clubs and actvities. On the July 6, 1957, the band played first in the field behind the church (left), where Paul first heard John, then later in the church hall, where Paul introduced himself, played some guitar and made enough of an impression to be asked to join the band a short time later. John spent the first fours years of his life at 9 Newcastle Road, near the Penny Lane roundabouta busy intersection where five roads meet in a traffic circle. There is still a "shelter in the middle of a roundabout" and a barber shop and a bank. Paul was once a choirboy at St. Barnabas Church, which faces the roundabout, and the Quarrymen played several times at the St. Barnabas Church Hall. The bustling shopping area and bus terminus was relatively near to John and Paul's adolescent homes as well, and it clearly held many happy memories for them both. The original lyrics to John's "In My Life" refer to Penny Lane, though it was Paul's song that immortalized the area. Cynthia (Powell) Lennon had an apartment near Penny Lane and worked at the Woolworth's store a block from the roundabout, where she was often visited by John (and where she went into labor with Julian).
Extractions: Colonel John McCrae S ummer, 1915. World War I. English and French armies had dug in their heels against the bulldozer onslaught of the German army as it ploughed its way across the plains of Flanders. After a day of ferocious fighting following the second battle of Ypres, the sun rose on a relatively quiet battlefield. Col. John McCrae cautiously poked his head above the security of his trench to be met with the horrifying sight of row upon row of makeshift crosses littering the plains before him: ghostly reminders of the grim aftermath of the earlier battle marking the graves of the fallen. McCrae, a Canadian veteran of the Second Boer War and professor of medicine at McGill University in Montreal, was struck with admiration at the courage of the dead and overwhelmed by awe at their selflessness as he caught sight of the tiny, red poppies dancing lazily in the gentle breeze among the grave markers of his fallen comrades. Inspired by the sight, and by the memories of the previous days of vicious fighting, McCrae grabbed a pad of paper and pen and quickly began to write down the words that had suddenly appeared in his mind. In minutes, his creation was complete: In Flanders fields the poppies blow
