Feeling a bit nostalgic today. And it's Sunday with not much to do. For some reason, I just can't get terribly excited over NFL football the way I used to. So this will probably be a bit long winded and I apologize in advance as likely a bit boring too.
This time last week I was with my family and extended family enjoying virtually perfect weather at my cousin's house just outside the small farm town of Walnut, Iowa. The day before, we had all gathered at the town cemetery to bury the ashes of my father who passed back in 2007 and my mom's, she passed away just this past June.
My mom and dad becoming a married couple almost seems far fetched. Dad grew up on the farm that my grandfather started, just a few miles further north of where we sat. My cousin's son is in fact residing in that same house my grandfather built. Dad was the second eldest son (actually third, the eldest died shortly after birth) and also was hit fairly hard with polio when he was young. As such, as he came to the end of high school, he decided farming was likely not in his future. He became the first and only of his generation to go to college, earning his degree from Iowa State University. This led to a job with the USDA after graduation and eventually he would serve in the lesser known International Trade Commission. At the ITC, he would go on to receive his fair share of accolades for his work including from other foreign governments. Dad traveled numerous times to Brussels and Geneva to meet with counterparts in other governments. This led to attending parties where various levels of dignitaries were also in attendance. More on that later.
About the time dad moved to Washington, DC area, a young man from Belfast, Northern Ireland immigrated to the area in search of better economic times. At some point not long after, his sister was invited to come for a bit of an extended visit, but no intention of being permanent. This young woman was raised a Protestant and was an active member of her church in Belfast. When she came for this extended visit to the USA, she decided to continue attending a church near her brother's home.
As fate would have it, my dad was attending the same church. They met there and as the old saying goes, the rest is history. Eventually they married and spent most of their married life there in the DC area.
Now as most Protestants from North Ireland, she was fiercely proud of being a citizen of the United Kingdom. She remained in fact a citizen of the U.K. until sometime after I graduated college in 1990. As such, I grew up hearing/enduring British this and British that from mom. With my parents both prioritizing family, we would alternate summer vacations between Walnut and Belfast. Vacations to Belfast also including touring of Scotland, Wales and England.
I learned a lot from those visits to the U.K., and I was most fortunate to have that experience. I learned a lot about the U.K., but one thing I never quite "got" was this fascination with the Royal family. My last trip to Belfast was in 1981, the summer that Charles and Diana were married......total lunacy had come to the British Isles. To this day, I still really don't get it, but then I don't have to. It's a British thing and in spite of my blood being half bangers and mash, I was raised in the USA.
Back to mom, she adored Queen Elizabeth. And while I still don't quite get that, I do have much respect for her. She was in fact something of an accidental queen. Her father King George was a most reluctant King, ascending to the throne only because his older brother abdicated the throne to marry an American divorcee. King George lacked self confidence due to his having a stammer. But in typical British stoicism and a sense of duty to his country, he took on the crown. Much credit for the leadership of Britain through the dark days is rightfully given to Winston Churchill, but some credit should be given to King George and his support of Churchill.
Elizabeth it would seem inherited these qualities from her father. She was a steadying force for the U.K. in the dark economic times that followed in the post war period. And in my opinion a great ambassador the likes of which may never be seen again.
I hope going forward that King Charles will finish grooming his son Prince William for the throne and abdicate in the next few years. I've never been terribly impressed with Charles, seems feckless to me. Can't say my opinion on Prince William is terribly informed, but he seems to have inherited his grandmother's sense of duty and steadiness while also inheriting his own mother's positive traits. I think he will serve better as king than his father.
Ok, I'll try to bring to a close if you haven't fell into a deep sleep by now. After the endless stories of Queen Elizabeth from my mother, it just seems so appropriate that her beloved queen passed just a couple of months or so after her own passing. I hope mom finally got to greet her queen in Heaven. That would be her second meeting of a Royal.
Back to my dad and the work parties he would attend in Europe. When I was in college, dad had one of his trips and mom decided to go with him. Something she couldn't do when my brother and I were young. Well on this particular trip, there was a party that included in attendance one of the members of the British royal family, a lesser known member but nonetheless a Royal.
And as it happened, my mother got to meet this member of the Royal family. The funny part.....what are the odds of a British citizen meeting a member of the royal family, but having to give the credit for doing so to an Iowa farm boy?
If I've bored you to tears, don't say I didn't warn you.