Welcome to Morobinbarrystories! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to read and share stories of hope, joy, love and inspiration for Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb. If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at morobinbarrystories@gmail.com. Stories will be posted often, some from my collected tales and some from the new ones as they come in. Some I will save for my book (stories are placed at the end of each chapter). Hopefully, the book will be completed by fall of this year! At times, I will post articles about Gibb events that I hope the fans will enjoy.

July 6, 2016

Well, it’s been awhile because I was traveling home to New York, but now I am back and here  to post a love story from a young girl and her adoration of Mo. We girls can relate to this one for sure.

Andrea

I was in middle school when I fell  in love with Maurice Gibb. I first saw him on the cover of a magazine my Dad brought me back from the U.K. after a business trip. He knew I was crazy for the Bee Gees, and in 1979 everyone was crazy for the Bee Gees. Dad got a pile of photos and a poster and surprised me with them. I remember that I cried, and then decorated my bedroom walls with them. I liked Mo because he had “smoldering” eyes. I called them that and my Mom nearly had heart failure. She asked me why I thought they were “smoldering”. I told her all the girls thought that he was sexy and his eyes looked right through you. She knew then that my hormones had gone crazy.

At 12, I dreamed about Mo and the dreams never stopped. His sweet, quiet way and those eyes made me love him when my friends were all after Barry.  Sometimes I thought he looked sad, too. I just wanted to hug him and make him happy. My heart grew even fonder of Mo when I saw him in concert with his brothers on the Spirits tour. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, even though he seemed to be in the background and not the lead singer. I hear this all the time from other fans, too. He wasn’t the center of attention, but he was my world when I was a teenager, and I followed him for decades as he came into his own more and more.

Those memories are amazing. My heart flips when I think of how much he thrilled me. I am always grateful for my teen years and still love him to this day.