Being a Beatles geek I thought
I’d look for the grave of Ringo Starr’s dad. I
visited Middlewich Cemetery to have a coffee with my
Uncle Andy who is buried there. Someone told me Ringo’s
dad is buried “pretty much opposite” my uncle’s headstone. They were correct. I
went to have a coffee with Uncle Andy and said “hold on a minute” and I went to
look for Richard Starkey. It found it quickly though I’m not sure why Richard is
buried here as his parents are both buried in Allerton
Cemetery in Liverpool.
He wasn’t in Ringo’s
life for long and left when the poor lad was three years old. He was a docker and married to Elsie when Ringo
was born at Madryn Street in Dingle (see link below.)
They didn’t have any more children together. Both liking singing and dancing
much leisure time was spent in ballrooms around Liverpool. This stopped after Ringo was born. The family moved to Admiral Grove in 1944
but they soon separated and divorced. I'm not sure why the marriage didn’t last
for very long. I’ve read that Richard didn’t bond with Ringo
and spent long hours (and days) in the pubs and dancehalls around Liverpool.
I’ve also read that his wife developed such an overprotective approach to their
newborn that Richard felt pushed out. Later on Ringo
claimed he had no solid memories of his dad. He visited him few times after the
divorce but there was no seminal bonding. Richard paid his ex-wife support
payments of thirty shillings a week but she struggled and worked as a cleaner
and barmaid.
Ringo was a weak
child. Aged six he spent a year in hospital with peritonitis and then aged
thirteen he spent two years away from school with a lung disorder. His dad
didn’t seem to care. Elsie remarried and Richard departed from Ringo's life, never wanting to be a part of The Beatle’s circus.
He eventually remarried and died in Crewe aged 68. He's buried here with his
wife who lived for another 19 years.
Coming from a poor broken home marked Ringo and even when the Beatles started to make money he
wanted payments in cash in a brown envelopes at the end of every week (he’s
supposed to be worth £30 million nowadays.)
I had a coffee with my Uncle Andy and by
coincidence my Aunty Norma was just arriving to clear up his grave.
Having a coffee with Uncle Andy...