Showing posts with label UK Royalty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UK Royalty. Show all posts

Friday, September 9, 2022

RIP YOUR MAJESTY

I added this at 3:48 p.m. on 9.9.22.

Little did I know when I put this post together a few days ago, to be published at midnight, that it would coincide with the passing of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.  I found myself incredibly sad, like so many, when I heard this news.  

Queen Elizabeth II, then Princess Elizabeth of York, by Philip de László, 1933

I left England in December of 1975 at the age of 25, when I married my husband, an American, never having thought of the idea of permanently living in another country before I met him.  Over these many years I grew to love my adopted country and yet throughout my life, I have always admired Queen Elizabeth, for the dedication she showed to the people of Great Britain and beyond, over a 70-year reign. My parents felt the same way, and perhaps I developed my great respect through osmosis, through them, and through the stories they told me over their lifetime. My parents and I had never-ending conversations at a new 'royal event'.  They always showed their great support and respect of not only the Queen but her father before her (George VI), or "The Old King" as they lovingly called him.   

It's been a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs for the Royal Family, that we know very well.  However, throughout, Her Majesty remained steadfast and many of us will miss her, along with her wonderful sense of humor that was shared on occasion.  And, let's remember to try to walk a mile in the shoes of those we have little real knowledge of before rushing to judgement.  Difficult at times I know.  This is something I am trying to do, walk that mile.  A good role model is that American I married in 1975.

Though I don't usually put any world-turning events on here, as I mention in my sidebar, today I am breaking my own rule.  I found this just now and well, it says it all.  A sweet cartoon and I thank the gentleman who illustrated our sadness so beautifully.  Rest In Peace Your Majesty.


My photos were taken over several years in various places.  I found it very interesting to research their history, and have provided links to either people, or places, or moments in time.  

The cultivation of roses likely began in Asia about 5000 years ago.

 They were also very popular in medieval times and were often seen as symbols of power and courage, as well as love. Many medieval rulers cultivated roses in their gardens, and Charlemagne, in particular, was known to be fond of the rose bushes growing at his palace at Aix-la-Chapelle.

During the Crusades of the 12th and 13th centuries, it was common for knights returning from the Middle East to bring roses home with them from their travels. This may account for the spread of many Turkish varieties into northern and western Europe.People have been passionate about roses since the beginning of time. Paintings on walls and other artifacts depicting roses were found in 5th century Egyptian tombs. It is said that the floors of Cleopatra's palace were carpeted with delicate rose petals - more information at this link - and that the wise and knowing Confucius had a 600-book library specifically on how to care for roses.Another interesting part of history, in 15th Century England, the War of the Roses was fought over a power struggle for the throne.  (I am not 100 percent certain, but I think the photo above shows a Tudor Rose.  This particular one I took in Dartmouth (UK) back in 2015.) The House of York, represented by a white rose, attacked Henry VI, whose symbol was the red rose. After years of conflict, Henry VII assumed the throne and united the two symbols into the Rose of England, which can still be seen carved into the ornate woodwork in many Tudor era palaces.  The following shows a Tudor rose emblem.


Archaeologists have discovered rose fossils that date back 35 million yearsThe oldest living rose is 1,000 years old. It grows on the wall of the Cathedral of Hildesheim in Germany.  Its presence has been documented since A.D. 815. According to the legend, the rosebush symbolizes the prosperity of the city of Hildesheim; as long as it flourishes.Several species of rose are indigenous to North America and the rose was a favorite of many of those credited with shaping American history. William Penn imported 18 rose bushes from England in 1699. George Washington planted roses at Mount Vernon and Thomas Jefferson grew them at Monticello. John Adams is credited with planting the first rose at The White House and the formal rose garden that still exists today was established during the presidential term of Woodrow Wilson.Alexander the Great is credited by some with having introduced roses into Europe while others attribute the latter to knights returning from the Crusades of 12th and 13th century, as mentioned previously. During The Dark Ages European monasteries preserved the tradition of roses, and required that at least one monk be skilled in botany and knowledgeable about the virtues of rose. Later, in 17th century Europe, the rose became so prized that roses and rose water were considered a source of legal tender and could be used for paying the debts commoners owed to royalty. It also was during this era that Napoleon’s wife Josephine, a lover of roses, established one of the first extensive collections of roses at Chateau de Malmaison where her garden contained more than 250 rose varieties.Everyone knows that roses have long been a symbol of love, but the color choice also plays a role in what a rose symbolizes.  Also it is important to emphasize that meanings can vary in different cultures. The following rose colors in the western world are commonly associated with the following meanings...

Red: Love and Romance

Pink: Grace and Elegance

Yellow: Friendship and Cheer

White: Purity and Innocence and Spirituality

Orange: Enthusiasm and Energy

My information came from these website.  Click on their links to find out more if interested.











Saturday, June 4, 2022

HER MAJESTY QUEEN ELIZABETH HAS TEA WITH PADDINGTON BEAR

  It is Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth’s 

Platinum Jubilee 

 Remembering the great love, admiration and respect my parents always had for Queen Elizabeth, and as many of us enjoy Paddington Bear, an iconic symbol for Great Britain, I felt the need to share the YouTube address below of a delightful video of them having a cup of tea together.    


Another link here, a news report of all the celebrations.

70 years on the throne!

 I also thought I would share some photos from the last time we were in London, June 2015.  These are my notes.

We walked through Green Park down to Buckingham Palace.  It drizzled the whole time we were out, but it was a steady drizzle and not a real bother.  It certainly didn't stop the tourists, or us.  That circular road in front of Buckingham Palace was blocked off to traffic because of Trooping of the Colour the day before.  This enabled us to walk across to the Queen Victoria statue, which we weren't able to do last year because of the heavy traffic circling the monument.  A day later the barriers were taken down and traffic was allowed to flow again.
  Our photos are a good memory but a little dark. 
At one point we saw the Life Guard's Regiment in their shiny helmets with white plumes and bright red overcoats (identified by blogging friend Roy - Roy's Nature Blog - thanks Roy). Their horses were gorgeous!  
One more parade and I quickly took a video.
 Another interesting event was to see the Changing of the Guard at St. James Palace.  
They were also very smart in their bright red coats and Bearskins atop their heads, but I couldn't get that close and I was really missing my other camera. We would not have known except for a man who had set up a tripod across the narrow street, with camera trained on the gates of St. James Palace.  I had asked him what was going.  He said sometimes they don't appear at all but if they did it would be in about half an hour.  Gregg and I decided to stay.  Slowly we were joined by other spectators.  We knew something was happening when three armed police officers turned up, plus two on horseback.  The man with the tripod told us it would probably be a small contingency, as the Queen wasn't home.  There weren't many soldiers he was correct, but they made a lovely sight.  

After they had marched away we walked a few feet and stopped to read a plaque outside the Queen's Chapel.
On our way back to the hotel we stopped at Patisserie Valerie.
I ordered a coffee, Gregg a Vanilla Milkshake and we shared a Napoleon.  It was crowded and we were fortunate to get a seat relatively quickly.  We were both glad to sit down for a spell.
We walked up an alley, a short cut where there were a few interesting shops
.....and the second oldest pub in England.
On its doors it read, "Welcome to the Old Red Lion, reputedly the oldest license in the West End. The village pub in the heart of St. James."
One of our favorite walks has been in James Park, just down the road and we have been there every day.  
The bird life is wonderful.  We enjoyed them all. 
The Coots were feisty little things, and just like the ones we saw in Devon, they chase everything away.
There were a lot of geese here...
and herons.
The pelicans were a gift from the Russian Ambassador in 1664, these being their descendants.
There were mounted police officers patrolling the park.  We saw them often and their horses were always well groomed, absolutely beautiful and considering the crowds, very calm.
We had a three-day pass for the Hop-On-Hop Off tour company. We got off at the Tower of London but didn't go inside as it was near to closing.  We figured we would go back (we didn't as we ran out of time).
We did pop into the gift shop.  I bought a jacket as it was very cold, and I didn't have a warm enough coat.  I was trying to keep our luggage down thinking the weather would be like last year, warm and sunny.  It wasn't this time but a little weather wasn't a problem by any means.  Far too many interesting sights to see.

We love the city and have found everyone to be very polite. Even when one cabby yelled at Gregg, in a relatively polite fashion, (we got swept up in the swarm of people at one traffic light) "Oye mate, the little red man means don't cross!"  In such crowds at all traffic lights I just held on to the back of Gregg's belt, tried really hard not to close my eyes and crossed my fingers.  City traffic can be very intimidating when you are not used to it.
Today we started our daily walk in James Park and eventually found ourselves in Parliament Square.  We thoroughly enjoyed seeing Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament.  
We saw the Changing of the Guard again in Whitehall.  Thanks to blogging friend Roy - thanks again Roy - I now know that these are from the Blues and Royals Regiment.  
Very impressive, all the shiny armor glinting in the sun, and their handsome jet black horses.  
And there my friends is a little bit of England from our last trip several years ago now.  I hadn't thought about it until I put Queen Elizabeth and Paddington Bear here at the top of my post, and decided to go back into my archives.

And as Paddington so reverently said,
“Thank you Your Majesty, for everything!”  And that's also from my Mum and Dad, who would also say, "God Save The Queen" as they toasted her good health.

If you remember this from years ago, I hope it will still be enjoyable.  

Enjoy your day and have a great week.