Here I am at the home where Ringo Starr (real name Richard Starkey)
was born and spent the first years of his life. It’s in the Dingle district of
Liverpool which looks a bit sorry for itself. It was bombed in the Second World
War and doesn’t look like it’s fully recovered.
The other Beatles lived in more affluent areas of Liverpool but Ringo -
the oldest Beatle - was born here on 7th July 1940. His dad worked
at the docks and his mum worked in a bakery. They spent much of their free time
on the local ballroom circuit until their only child was born. His mum Elsie
was so overprotective of Ringo that his dad lost interest in his family and
spent long hours drinking and dancing in pubs. Ringo were later say he had no
memories of his dad who often disappeared for many days at a time. They split up when Ringo was three years
old.
That Sunday
afternoon the street was almost silent except for the odd car passing at the
end of the street. Both rows were boarded up. It was a little eerie, a bit like
a film setting (only one was lived in.) Number nine where Ringo
was born looks like all the others but is heavily marked with messages in black
marker pens. When I arrived there was a black taxi parked up. The driver took
photos of his passengers outside number nine before driving off.
Liverpool Council bought rows of houses for £17 million pounds to
demolish however the houses on this street are now going to be redeveloped. At
the moment each house is worth approximately £500. I tried to get round the
back of the houses to take a photograph of the back bedroom where Ringo
probably slept but the whole street was guarded by a barrier and sprayed brown.
I strolled up and down Madryn Street three times and found the
quietness a little unnerving. The Starkey family paid 10 shillings (about 50
pence) a week to rent number nine. How could they ever know their son would one
day be worth tens of millions of pounds and have homes in Los Angeles and
Monaco?
Mattress on street, modern art. Must
worth at least £100,000…
The man himself…
I tried to get round the back of Ringo’s
but there was a tall metal barrier up. I pushed my camera through a hole and
took a photo of the mostly-brown street…
Elsie and Harry visiting Richy in
hospital...