My freckles and pigtails perfectly balanced my small frame. My knees were sticking out from my thin little legs. My skin was soft and creamy and my eyes were as blue as could be. I needed a pretty princess in my wee life.
So, I loved Princess Elizabeth. I played with Princess Elizabeth paper dolls. We shared our birthday month of April. We were both brunettes and I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She married her prince the year I was born and immediately following my fifth birthday she became Queen Elizabeth II.
I watched her coronation on our funky boxy television. The reception was horrendous but that did not stop her beauty from shining through as she approached Westminster Abbey in her gold “Cinderella like” coach. The BBC broadcast was the first major event to rattle the radio’s place in society. The coronation of Queen Elizabeth II on June 2, 1953 is said to have been watched by more people on television than heard it on “the wireless”. And I was there, right up in front of our TV. My mother kept telling me to get my head out-of-the-way. I was fixated on my lovely princess going queen on me.
Her crowning moment became part of my life story and on this June 3, very unconsciously, I was drawn to blog about my princess/queen. Oh the rhythm of life.
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