I recall being France when the Duke, died who was the uncle of Queen Elizabeth, the guy who abdicated.
It was a private funeral and for some reason we were included into one or two of the festivities.
When the next guy died who got a public state funeral, everyone was ready to go see him.
Does anyone even know who the Duke of Gloucester is, one of the cousins and possible heirs.
Anyways, I swear I was in the queue line half a dozen times.
A child is useful you hold the spot while the others go off to supper and what not.
I almost forgot to stop and pay my regards the last time or two, so used to just moving forward.
That was in nineteen seventy-four, a different era indeed.
No longer stuffy and people could go and of what they wanted.
Not like the fifties and my mother waited in the park for her invitation.
Her mother of course had been useful during the war years as a radio announcer
And her husband a Canadian Raf hero was going to be included.
But my mother wanted to be invited inside so she could curtsey and shake hands
It a sad thing to watch a women lose her mind, sadder when half of it is already gone.
My mother had early onslaught dementia and died of brain cancer.
I know it seems I waited at least three days in line, as soon as one groups was done.
Back I went to go with another one, it was just the thing to do.
There were even real live people in line, not just these pathetic souls.
They are a doing their best and will remember it always.
But it is sad, a queen who represented the generation of wwii
Outlived her own generation and the others are doing their best to remember.
It must be exhausting to go through the lines only to get to the center and have
No more than a minute at most to say your respects.
The royal balcony has people occasionally in it standing there watching
While the guards look exhausted so many times, they have come out
The changing of the guard is mesmerizing especially with their real weapons
But one can see them sway from stress and sadness is creeping into their eyes
Anderson Cooper was just a little boy in those days.
His mother was Gloria Vanderbilt, a rich family with no royal tis.
SHe took her two boys down and got in line with the rest of the lot.
Standing there and politely speaking to those who noticed.
Allowing her boys to run around a little bit and then stand solemnly
Once inside where they got rewarded for their efforts.
And now he is reporting it as if he is not even one of them royals
I wonder if he has taken his young son down to view the crowds at least.
None of the others i remember being so determined to be line have I seen.
Most of them went on to become celebrities, one the things that happened.
It was a time if one got noticed, one got recommended.
Not like now where one is treated like an animal.
Then there were the others such as the Coulters and Cardinale's.
Red head extremist who wanted to blow something up
They even went and lied about raising my child just to have access
These would be bringers down of the monarchy
When they won't even do as their religion asks of them
Nor what the justice system demands of them.
How many attempts have been made on the life of a royal
By a non-law-abiding citizen of any religion?
Meanwhile, this is the closet many will ever be to their monarch.
I had two great grandmothers, both my mother's grandmothers
They had taken care of her during the war years
And now it was her turn since they were widows.
The trouble that was caused by that runaway teenage boy
His father living in California and his mother in DC
In thier nineties and special care they needed.
One was in the first electric wheelchair, and it required a license
The Utah lady named Brown had to show her card all the time
As I walked with her around the old neighborhood
And her Siamese cat would sit and yowl at passerby's
It was a sad day to come home and find her frozen outside
Jimmy just wanted entrance to our place and had locked her out
We had to drive all the way back to Salt Lake with her in the car
So she could be buried proper Latter day saint style
But never made it, we were robbed on the way
Jimmy made off with the car even though he could not drive yet
He turned 18 in 1975 and that was also 1972
Thinks he might have been faking it a bit
We heard he had her propped up in the back sit as if she was a lady
Driving her around as if he was a chauffeur or something
Her bones ever touch the ground in Zions town it will be a miracle!
Inga was the one from St Petersburg but really Copenhagen
We were told not to talk about Russia, she was Danish
But it always came out anyways and she had already left
Before the Bolsheviks took over the entire country
Slave owners, slave drivers, sting them all up
She could walk but was also in danger at all times
Especially Karen who would not leave us alone
She stoled a baby from the campgrounds
Named it angel and lied to everyone about its origins
One day Angela will wake up with her head cut off
She is a horrible thing that has tried to kill
A number of people including the royals whom she has no feelings
Ninety-year-old women should be assigned military guard or something
She finally met her end being poisoned repeatedly
And over a piece of property, she could not give away
Nor will it ever be in the right hands
Unless someone takes drastic measures
Sweet old lay buried in Ogden and her not a Mormon.
She was our royal of the family
She had meet Queen Victoria herself
Only sixteen years old and on her grand tour
Which took her to California where she married
Her childhood sweetheart of another faith
A military family of old Scandinavian roots.
Indians and Vikings
Everyone was horrified when i was young
Now it is cool to be one or the other
Just not both but what can i do
There has been little that has gone wrong
Except one archer fainting on the floor
And another man fainting on the casket
The crowds have been patient for their last look
After all it is a new century
And they might not be able to do this again
Who knows what is going to happen
With King Charles and hunky WIlliam
They might not make it as monarchs
The patron saint of England
Is saint George, the dragon slayer
An old story of a young man coming out of nowhere
And slaying a dragon who was attacking the people
And then saving the young princess
Being held as hostage, and a Christian
The story surfaces about the same time as Constantine
Units the west with his conversion
But the old stories are better told
To believers that nay-sayers
It is that there was a dragon to be slayed
Why do the European communities have so many problems
With their populace and neighbors
Anyways the young hostage was their princess
And he was awarded her hand in marriage
Just as Philippe Mountbatten came to save
The young lass named Elizabeth from certain death
He kept her free from all the others
And she made everyone feel welcomed
Who visited Buckingham castle
Now England is bustling with pleasure
At being allowed to escort her properly
To her new home and view her one last time.
Now that the Queen Mum is gone
I stood in that Queue as well
Almost forgot to curtsy when I finally got to the casket
Wish I had not missed Philipps Mountbatten's
Day of reckoning, he was always my favorite
The family Dragon slayer
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