Will and Kate – Proud Parents at Prince George’s Christening

24 10 2013

Prince George, the 3 month old son of Prince William and the Duchess of Cambridge, Kate Middleton, was christened yesterday at St James’s Palace. Now this took me back to 1982, when Prince William was christened. In fact, on the 4th of August 1982, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis was christened by the Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr Robert Runcie, in the Music Room at Buckingham Palace.

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WILLIAM & KATE – ROYAL WEDDING FEVER

27 04 2011

It was on the 29th of July 1981, when the 19 year old Lady Diana Spencer and the 32 year old Prince Charles, walked down the aisle in St Paul’s Cathedral London, in what was claimed to be the wedding of the 20th century. But as we all know, that fairytale crumbled in divorce. Diana produced two male heirs, Princes William and Harry, and the former takes his walk down the aisle to marry Kate Middleton in two days’ time.

These are my memories of those eventful 1981 nuptials. I was 7 years old and in Grade 2 at the time, or Sub B, as we older generation South Africans used to call it. Good gracious, that was 30 years ago! I was royally mad, a complete royalist, even at that young age. Every picture of Diana that I could find was pasted in my royal scrap book. Sometimes, my mother couldn’t afford to buy me Pritt, so I used grape flavoured bubblegum to stick the pictures down. Come to think of it, every time I opened that scrap book, it reeked of grapes. What a pity that with all the moving I’ve done in my life that my beloved royal scrap book went missing.

Back to that 1981 afternoon… my granny, mother and I gathered around our black and white television to watch a worldwide event that was coming to us live. The anticipation of seeing Diana’s wedding dress was so huge and the gasps of amazement when her elongated train was revealed, as she stepped out of the carriage, could be heard by women globally.

The Emmanuel designed wedding dress was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen in my 7 years of existence. The layers of organza, the frills, the poofy sleeves… Diana really did look like the personification of a fairytale princess.

Diana's wedding dress with long train

Later in the day, the royal public kiss on the balcony concluded what I imagined to be the most watched wedding in history. That is surely to be surpassed on Friday, 29 April 2011, when Kate and William say “I do.” And my now 37 year old self, will be watching just as enthusiastically as I did when I was 7 years old!

Congratulations William and Kate!





THE DIANA CHRONICLES

17 06 2009

The Diana Chronicles

I am reading Tina Brown’s “Diana Chronicles” at the moment. It jumps out at you from the bookshelf, with its pretty pink cover, much like Diana did while she was alive.

I’ve always been a royalist, ever since I was 6 years old. I vividly remember staying home from school when I was in Sub B (Grade 2) to watch the royal wedding of Charles and Diana in 1981. The spectacle and pageantry was beyond belief, and the dress had the longest train I’d ever seen.

Since that Royal Wedding, I kept a scrap book of each and every picture of Diana that I could find. As I was 6 and didn’t yet know about Pritt or Bostick, I used my ingenuity to glue the pictures to the page, in the form of grape flavoured bubblegum! Each time I opened the book, the smell of grapes filled the room. Sadly, this royal scrap book got lost with all the house moves I’ve made.

Like most little girls, I wanted to marry a prince. When I was 9, I had visions of marrying Prince William. He was a baby at the time, and one of my teachers heard about my dream. She dismissed it as ridiculous immediately. Why do teachers crush your dreams with stiletto heels? She must be eating her words now, if she’s still alive, because a South African swimmer is engaged to Prince Albert of Monaco, and Prince Harry is dating Chelsey Davy, the daughter of a wealthy Zimbabwean (is that an oxymoron or what!) and she studied at my Alma Mater, the University of Cape Town.

The moral of this little anecdote? Anything and everything is possible, so dream big and live large.








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