Cynthia Lennon
Cynthia Lennon
Cynthia Lennonwas the first wife of English musician John Lennon, and mother of Julian Lennon. She grew up in the middle-class section of Hoylake, on the Wirral Peninsula in North West England. At the age of 12, she was accepted into the Junior Art School, and was later enrolled in the Liverpool College of Art. John Lennon also attended the college; a meeting with Powell in a calligraphy class led to their relationship...
ProfessionFamily Member
Date of Birth10 September 1939
apologetic batter gave mattered reason tantrums until usual
He wanted proof, daily, that he mattered most to me. All sense of reason disappeared and his tantrums were awesome; he would batter away at me verbally until I gave in. Then he was back to his usual self, apologetic and loving.
muse
He's just like his father. The muse comes and goes.
discovered temper
I discovered that John's temper could be frightening,
coming far officers people police secure
I think it will make people very secure as far as having the police officers coming and going.
enjoyed flip great happened mean relationship sorry
I would say I'm sorry he didn't make it, ... And I don't mean that in a flip way. I'm sorry he didn't get to see everything that happened because of him and to have enjoyed this part of this life. He would have had a great relationship with his sons.
word
There was no word from him between 1971 and 1974,
friend school though
It's not as though you're an old school friend of mine.
affection austere brought home mother taken
He was taken away from his mother and brought up in a cold, austere home with little affection or comfort,
across arm behind came college dark followed head hit knocking next pipes raised ran speak waiting wall
The next day at college he followed me to the girls' loos (toilets) in the basement. When I came out he was waiting with a dark look on his face. Before I could speak he raised his arm and hit me across the face, knocking my head into the pipes that ran down the wall behind me.
wall night knowing
John and I weren't capable of getting back to Kenwood from there, so the four of us sat up for the rest of the night as the walls moved, the plants talked, other people looked like ghouls and time stood still. It was horrific: I hated the lack of control and not knowing what was going on or what would happen next.
years sycophants raw-talent
Yoko had 10 years and I had 10 years and I would rather have had the 10 years I had than the ones she did. I had the raw talent and the raw human being, before the sycophants arrived.
divorce caring men
I knew the man up until our divorce - after that I didn't know the man, but it didn't stop me caring about him and worrying because of the complete change that I saw in him. He'd lost his sense of humour and he got aggressive; he wasn't for the world any more, he was just for Yoko. Before that he opened his arms and embraced the world with his wit and humour - afterwards he was a completely different kind of person.
proof-of-love people needs
John was in constant need of proof of love and security and he was constantly testing people for that proof.
home successful boys
I was proud, excited and a little frightened. It was all taking off so quickly…the more successful the boys were, the further away from me John felt. I was getting used to being a mum, but most of the time I felt like a single parent…it was hard not to feel frustrated with being stuck at home. I loved Julian, but I knew that if I hadn’t had him I could have seen much more of John and that was hard…I felt shut off from the life he was living. After years at his side, I was excluded, just as it was all happening.