The coronation of 74-year old King Charles III on May 6 brought back memories for me. I watched in the comfort of my home, tea and crumpets
deliciously at hand. My television is not very large, but I did get to enjoy the pomp and circumstance in living color. I could hear the
mixture of accents, see close-ups of the new King and Queen, as well as relive the rituals as they unfolded. I felt extra special with my perfect viewing seat.
No one does pageantry as well as the British. I loved it.
Rewind 70 years to June 2, 1953; and the coronation of 25 year old Queen Elizabeth II. I watched the ceremony from the sidewalk in Chicago.
I'd moved to that city from England the previous year at the age of 19. Along with a small crowd, I was looking through the window of a store on Michigan Avenue.
The store had a small black and white television, screen toward the street. We couldn't hear, but not many of us had televisions - so just seeing was exciting.
Queen Elizabeth's coronation was very different. Much more simple. Great Britain was still recovering from WWII, which ended in May 1945.
It was a warm and beautiful ceremony; and given the times most British 'commoners' still thought it quite lavish.
Elizabeth had been Queen since her father died in February 1951 and the people loved her. Despite rain and rubble they came out by the thousands.
She pledged her life and loyalty to her people, and never let them down.
Charles has been tutored well. As one journalist noted, he has had the longest apprenticeship in history. Let's hope we will see a 'like mother, like son'
leader. One who will make necessary changes - and, as he finally comes into his own - make his MOM and his country proud.
God Save The King.
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