The Coronation 1953
I wonder if you have any memories of the Coronation? That day in 1953 dawned as a chilly, showery one without the merest hint of flaming June. My siblings were away at boarding school. I was nine and we'd been given the day off for the Queen's Coronation . Everyone from our school, the Gateway, had been issued with a mug and a book called Elizabeth our Queen by Richard Dimbleby. Somewhere in the mix, I also had an issue of the Young Elizabethan magazine and had been given a miniature coronation coach. Like thousands of families in the country, we'd bought our first television set in readiness for this much-anticipated event. The new TV with its tiny 12"/30 cm recessed screen was pushed into the corner of the sitting room. Our mum was an inveterate organiser and she had hired a television for the local sports club and had invited lots of people from the village who didn’t have televisions to watch the ceremony. Alas, the hired TV never...