We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We attended a delightful Jubilee party that some Brit friends threw yesterday. Jolly good fun. Buckets of Pimm's Cup. Our friends were also celebrating their achievement of American citizenship, about which they feel proud. There are tight citizenship quotas for northern European immigrants despite our friends' being a Cambridge-educated economist and mathematician. I think he has waited ten years, working with a green card. Their house was flying both Brit and American flags for the occasion.
One of a bunch of cool pics from the year of the Queen's coronation (h/t AVI). What are those bags hanging on the wall?
At our house today, we've been following the Queen's Royal Regatta on computer, since our stupid local stations on TV were clueless enough not to show it. It rained, of course, it always does, but didn't dampen the spirits of the hordes of folks who turned out for it, in boats, big and little, and on foot along the banks of the Thames. The royal barges, which are normally kept in a museum in Greenwich, were bravely repainted and repaired and looked gorgeous, and all kinds of other boats joined in the fun, even some of the veteran boats from Dunkirk, a rescue which should live on in legend.
In case you weren't born yet, and had careless history teachers, just before the official opening of World War II, some 115,000 British troops were trapped on the beach of the Channel, with not nearly enough official boats to quickly evacuate them. So, as always, the British citizens turned to and everything from fishing boats, sail boats, life boats, channel steamers et al were drafted to get the soldiers home quickly, sailing from every port that would serve. In less than three days, they evacuated more than 95,000 soldiers from the beaches where they were trapped, some going back and forth several times. What a story of heroism that is. Makes me tear up every time.
If you can find it on the 'Net, the Queen's Regatta and Boat Show is a lot of fun to watch. The indomitable Brits had a wonderful time, in spite of the weather.
The coronation was a pretty big deal here in the U.S. too. School was let out and we 6th grade students were assigned to homes that had television so we could watch. By the way, they were 10" black and white screens.
Thank goodness for the British newspapers. We managed to piece together a pretty good view of the Queen's Regatta by the end of the afternoon. Elizabeth looked lovely and very happy to have her family about her. But the most gorgeous of all was The Lady in Red, otherwise known as Catherine Duchess of Cambridge. She wore a truly delicious clear red dress, perfectly cut and perfectly simple, with a wonderful small red hat. She drew all eyes, I must say, and many reminiscent smiles from the older men, like my husband, and fiercely attentive looks from the younger ones. My husband and i are at that stage in life where jealousy and envy take too much effort. It's better to just enjoy. Beautiful are the works of God, as one of my musician friends once said.