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Introducing Ask Angie

Nov 01, 2018 12:05AM

I’m Dr. Angie McCartney. I’m almost 89 years old, still working full time on various ventures, including McCartney Multimedia, McCartney Studios, Mrs. McCartney’s Teas, and Mrs. McCartney’s Wines. As a newly converted advocate for CBD, I’m excited to have been invited to write a column for Sensi magazine.

I grew up in Liverpool during World War II. Due to the severe bombing of our city in 1941, from the age of 11, school was not a viable option. We kids were scattered and went one day a week to a local home to assemble with our teacher and try to learn something. 

As you can imagine, precious little school work got done, just us kids yakking on about the war, about whose brother had been injured (or worse) in Europe. 

My dad was a compound pharmacist, creating medicines, ointments, and tinctures to relieve pain, calm toothaches, etc., and he always used to say, “If it didn’t grow out of God’s green earth, then you shouldn’t put it in your body.” He died a long time ago but I still remember his words. 

How right he was. Now, in these days of opioids, we all know too well what can happen. 

I was widowed for the first time in 1962, when my husband Eddie died in a car crash on the way back from a football match in Manchester. Times were tough, we lost our home, which belonged to Eddie’s employer, and after being turned down by 46 landlords who said, “We don’t take kids,” I got a one-bedroom flat on the Kirby Trading Estates on the outskirts of Liverpool. 

In the summer of 1964, I met Paul McCartney’s dad, Jim. We married in November 1964, and shortly after, Jim adopted my four-year-old daughter Ruth. 

Life took a huge turn, and I’d find myself doing laundry for John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, and others who came to “crash” at our house on Merseyside, near Liverpool. 

Paul would sometimes drive up from London to visit us, often bringing along his hippie chums. That’s when Jim and I became aware of the various substances these young folks were mad for, and being the mother of four-year-old Ruth, I’d clean up, sweep away, flush away all kinds of powders, pills, and potions around the house. My janitorial efforts must have cost the guys fortunes. 

Fast forward several years to modern day. After I had two knee replacements and got a new hip, a friend suggested I try CBD topicals for the pain. At first, I needed some convincing, because of the stigma of the old days.

But once I tried CBD, I just knew it was right for me. So now, as I am pushing 90, I find myself being an advocate for the soothing properties of cannabinoids. And I want to share my journey, experiences, and opinions with you.

Each month, I’ll be replying to readers’ submissions in this new Ask Angie column. What kind of questions? I’m glad you asked. All types: queries about what kind of topicals I use and how often are as welcome as questions about the rock and roll years. If any of you folks need any reassuring about using anything derived from the cannabis plant, please get in touch.

Got a burning question? Ask away! 
You can also email askangie@sensimag.com.