Rosalie talking to Emmett in 1953. She is very ready for Valentine’s Day… of course, that could be because she hasn’t yet seen the valentines Emmett plans to distribute to half the town on the morrow. You’ll see. :D
George Harrison’s letter to a fan called Jennie Rose (1964):
❝I went to the piano. Letters were always on the piano, which was only ever played by my grandmother. There was this white envelope. Unfamiliar writing. Postmarked York. I turned it over and there was an hotel address printed on the back. Hotel notepaper. From York. And I suddenly got this feeling. It swept over me. And my throat constricted. And my heart was pounding. I was shaking. I still hadn’t opened the envelope. Then I did open the envelope. Very carefully. Inside was one sheet of white notepaper. Was it what I thought? A letter – from George Harrison – in my hand. I opened the letter and it was from George. And it was in my hand. And this is what the letter said:
Thank you for writing and for all the nice things you said about the Beatles, especially about me. I hope we get to play near enough for you to come and see us one day, until then just keep playing the records.
If you really want to marry me then send a photograph, as I can’t very well say ‘Yes’ without even seeing you can I? I will see what can be arranged but I think you had better ask your parents first.
X X X” (three kisses)
Well, can you imagine – can you imagine how I felt, at that age, receiving a letter from the person I thought was possible, just possibly the most important person in the whole history of the world? He had written a letter to me. With his own hand. His own pen. I read it, and I read it and I read it. And I cried and I held it to me. My Mum was delighted. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends but none of us had telephones. Even my pop music-hating Dad was enthusiastic, realising it was quite a momentous occasion. I like to believe he told his friends at work the next day, and said it in a proud kind of way.
(…) I will never forget what it was like being in love with the Beatles in those lovely, happy, hopeful times when all my life stretched ahead of me and every dream waited to come true, and my youth would last 'for eva and eva’ when everything was Fab.❞
(Source: “A letter from George Harrison”, My Story section, Saga Magazine.)