age 84 today.
Victoria here. As long as I can remember, I’ve looked at pictures of the Queen and her sister Princess Margaret, probably in Life magazines. I was convinced that they were my cousins, though they were much better dressed than the cousins I played with in Illinois and Wisconsin. Funny how I must have been spirited away from my REAL family in the Palace and dropped into the American Midwest.
Well, a writer needs a vivid imagination and I certainly have one! Nevertheless, this perceived connection between Elizabeth R and me has never been driven out of my system. I am sure we are related somehow.
The only time I saw the Queen up close and in person was in Toronto in 2002 while she was on her Golden Jubilee tour. There was a small crowd around her hotel when she came out to begin her royal duties for the day. She was wearing a lovely purple (aubergine!) suit with matching hat and shoes. She is TINY.
The Queen has ruled since 1952, so for most of us, her reign covers our entire lives or darn close to it. She has had more than her share of family problems, hasn’t she? Every time I go to London, I find she has many reasonable excuses for not having her cousins over to tea.
I was almost afraid to see the film The Queen with Helen Mirren a couple of years ago. Luckily. I enjoyed it, because I thought it treated my royal pseudo-relative with dignity and sympathy. In our family, we are not afraid to re-evaluate and change our minds when the situation requires. Or perhaps is it just that I also might be related to Oscar-award winner Helen Mirren?
The official British celebration of the Queen’s birthday will be on Saturday, June 12, 2010, at Trooping the Colour, a traditional pageant at Horse Guards.
Happy Birthday, Your Majesty, and many happy returns of the day. My youngest brother actually met (and insulted) the Queen when we lived in England. He was six and she came to the Air Force base on a goodwiil trip of some sort. So they had all been made to practice their bows and curtsies in preparation for her visit. She arrived and they all lined up and every single child did perfectly until she got to my brother. He looked her right in the eye so she said "Hello, young man." He replied, "Hello, Queen." His teacher whispered "Brian, you're supposed to bow." He said "Why? She's not my queen." Fortunately for him, Her Majesty laughed and said "Quite so." and moved on. My mother was MORTIFIED when she heard about it. My father laughed.
What a cute story! I'll bet the Queen gets a huge kick out of children like Brian!!