God Save the Queen
The Queen. If all you have is basic cable like I do, and you want to veg with the TV set, you’ve probably been seeing a lot of the Queen lately. Personally, I don’t mind it. I have family in England and visit at least once a year, so I’m interested in the Diamond Jubilee celebration. Very interested. And I love all the shots of London and the festivities. The English do know how to throw a party. Did you see the flotilla on the Thames? Loved it!
I’d never given the Queen much thought until the Diamond Jubilee discussions began. When I was younger I laughed at her silly hats and joked about what she might be carrying in her ever-present purse. A flask? Condoms? Pack of Camels? Dissing the Queen was fun, along with poking fun at all pomposity, and making fun of authority figures in general.
Now, in my dotage, I see Elizabeth in a different light. I’ve been thinking about how young she was when she became the monarch, a woman in a man’s world, leader of a huge empire at the age of twenty five.
Elizabeth had not been born an heir apparent, stepping into that position only after her uncle abdicated. She was ten when her father became king and her training for her royal duties began. And history has shown that she performed those duties with dignity, intelligence, humor, and strength.
And so dear Elizabeth, (may I call you Elizabeth?) today I tip my hat to you and ask forgiveness for my childish jokes at your expense. You are an inspiration. God save the Queen.