I was completely shocked and it was a surprise that I’d sooner not have had to take in when I just discovered that Cynthia had passed away due to cancer. I first knew her as Cynthia Powell, noticing her in the school playground of the Junior School of Art in Gambier Terrace, with her friend Phyllis. She then left the school. I believe it was due to the death of her father and next entered the Liverpool College of Art, which led her on a monumental life she’d never anticipated.
Initially, it seemed as if John was genuinely in love with her and they began going everywhere together. I remember them sagging off school to go to the Palais De Luxe in Lime Street. Yet despite his seeming attraction, there was an element of cruelty in his treatment of her, perhaps because she wasn’t a strong woman like the Stanley sisters, the dominant women of the maternal side of his family. I think his formative years with the influence of his aunts made him psychologically desirous of a woman who was strong, who wouldn’t take any of his Macho nonsense.
John used to bring Cynthia round to the Mersey Beat office and the four of us would go down the road for a breakfast of bacon and eggs. We’d see Cynthia hiding away at some of the gigs, frightened that female Beatle fans would attack her.
Then she seemed to disappear for a while and we thought that they’d split up, because John began to join us with his new girl friend Ida Holly and we’d get together at the Blue Angel. I was unaware that Cynthia was now married to John and expecting Julian, it was something he kept secret and obviously took advantage of.
In the later years I think Cynthia was unhappy with John and a split was inevitable.
I hope she did find happiness later on with husbands and partners, but she was obviously devoted to her son Julian.
We will all live with our memories of her.