When we turned down Claremont Drive at 2:05 pm, we saw a green mini cooper driven by a long-haired person coming towards us. As it got closer, we realized that it was George! We stood there, frozen in the road, pointing at the car with our mouths hanging open. But then, something strange happened.....Georges car slowed down, and backed up to where we were standing. George smiled as he opened the car door and looked at us. He looked beautiful to me -he was wearing a dark green shirt, orange pants, gold socks, and gold shoes with big brass buckles. After staring at each other for a minute or so, he pointed and said Hey, arent one of you...uh.... and then he pointed directly at me and said YOU! Somehow I found my voice and said Yes, I have a fan club for you. Then George said, Yeah, thats right, youre Pat arent you? I managed to mumble out yes. How did he know who I was from the other two people? He extended his hand to me, we shook hands, and he said Well, its nice to meet you. He was staring right at me and his eyes just went right through me. I didnt want to let go of his hand, but I did finally. Well, George said, Im in kind of a rush at the moment, but how long will you be in Esher? When can you come over and have a chat with me? He was so polite to us - asking when it would be convenient for us! (Like we had an agenda other than visiting him!) Whenever its convenient with you, I mumbled. Well, how about 1:00 tomorrow afternoon? he suggested. Sure, fine, well be here! we responded enthusiastically. I asked him if I could take his picture, and he said Im in a bit of a rush right now, but tomorrow when you come over well have a nice chat and you can take all the photos you want. He said he had to go, so I closed his car door and he waved and drove away. As soon as he drove away, I burst into tears. I couldnt believe that it finally happened - I had met George Harrison, thus making liars out of all my high school friends who said Youll never meet him! We happily skipped, jumped and ran back to the hotel where I sent telegrams of Mission Accomplished to Mom & Dad, Terri, and Betty Ann. We were so happy that we made up with Joyce and Nancy, and invited them to come with us tomorrow. I was so happy; I thought I could now die happy!

The next day, we dressed in our best traveling clothes, I took my nerve pill, and we headed over to Georges house about 1 pm. This time when we rang the doorbell, Margaret answered the door, and said Pat? George will be out in a few minutes, hes getting dressed. I loved these people they made me feel almost like family. About 10 minutes later, George came out dressed in an orange shirt, orange and green striped slacks, and gold shoes with big brass buckles. We all just stood there looking at each other and not saying anything. Finally George, obviously used to dealing with nervous fans, broke the ice by saying Well, uh, hello! We said hello back, but continued to just stand there. Finally George said Do you want me to pose for photos or something? We all thought this was a wonderful idea since we didnt have to talk to take pictures, and we all started snapping away. All of a sudden we were all talking and joking like we knew each other for years. Pat took my picture with George, but when she snapped it I was laughing, and I said Hey, thats not fair, I had my mouth open, and George whispered down to me Well, she can take another one cant she? (This final photo was to take on many forms in the future - Christmas cards, oil paintings, sepia photographs, magazines, newspapers, etc.). I asked George if he was immune to flash bulbs yet, and he blinkingly looked at me and said no, not really. Do you have anything youd like me to sign then? he asked. It was good he kept reminding us of these little things, because we all seemed to be in a state of shock. We then bombarded him with things to sign. About this time, Margaret appeared in the doorway and told George he had a phone call. He excused himself and left for a couple minutes, and then came back to continue signing our stuff. Sandy said Ill bet youre sorry you mentioned this, and he said No, Im not! Its the least I can do since you came all this distance to see me. Ill sign everything youve got! Resisting the urge to have him sign the clothes on our backs, we continued to hand him all sorts of bits of paper, pictures, postcards, just about anything but toilet paper. Everyone was standing in an orderly line for him to sign things - everyone except me. I was running around snapping photos of everything in sight. I later sold these photos in my fan club newsletter, labeling them with things like George with pen in hand, George scratching head, etc. When he finished signing for everyone else, I gave him my things. First I gave him a postcard of Esher to sign for Betty Ann. You want me to sign this??? he laughed. I then gave him 5 copies of my revised fan club charter. He read it first, and then asked me if the club had anything to do with the official Beatles fan club (Beatles USA Ltd.) in New York. When I said no, that it was an independent club and I did it all by myself, he said if I joined up with Beatles USA Ltd., I wouldnt have to do it all myself. But George, I WANT to do it myself because I enjoy it so much! He smiled and said OK, its up to you. Ill sign these then; just wanted to be sure you dont take me to court! What would I want to take you to court? I asked.

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