Sunday 17 December 2006
Some Timely and Seasonal Thoughts
Lord Stevens' report is out. After a decade the basic points in the death
of Diana Princess of Wales remain the same. In my opinion, what it all boils
down to is this:
1. Diana died because the driver of the car - who happened to be an employee
of Mohamed Al Fayed - was highly intoxicated.
2. Diana died because the car, pursued by the paparazzi, was going much too
fast and the impaired driver lost control.
3. Diana died because she wasn't wearing her seat belt.
If there was a conspiracy, it was a conspiracy of bad choices and of fate.
God, or whatever others may wish to call the force behind the universe, has
made life fragile and uncertain. Babies, and soldiers, and vital beautiful
princesses, die untimely deaths. And we're all vulnerable. If Diana can die
so can we, or our own beloved and glorious child. And it's all the worse if
we feel somehow responsible.
I sympathize with Mr. Mohamed Al Fayed. But for a decade he has chosen to
live in fierce and obsessive denial. It is, perhaps, a comfort to believe in
a conspiracy rather than face the vulnerability of a few fatal choices by
those in the car who proved all too mortal. The realities humble us all.
May the souls of Diana Princess of Wales and Dodi al Fayed rest in peace,
now and forever. Amen.
With all due and sincere respect to Prince William, who has
apparently performed admirably in his course at Sandhurst, I was delighted
to read the reports that the Sword of Honor was to go to a female cadet. And
I don't doubt that his royal granny may be a bit pleased herself. According
to the accounts Ms. Laycock is an outstanding recipient of the honor.
Last week's column on
Princess Alexandra by Margaret Weatherford was delightful. I would simply
add an observation that Alexandra's unique status as the third of the three
Windsor Princesses in that generation - as well as an ever dutiful royal -
has been specially recognized by H.M. the Queen in making her cousin the
third lady in the royal precedence after herself and the Princess Royal?
outranking even Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie.
It also recently struck me that as both have aged Princess Alexandra looks
more and more like her cousin Queen Margrethe.
And so, the Christmas and New Year holidays are upon us.
Like the rest of us the royals tend to turn to the comforts, joys, and
stresses of home and family at this time. And like the rest of us the
families evolve and change over the years. This year Prince William's
partner, Kate Middleton, is supposed to be more fully included in the family
circle at Sandringham. And, if so, it will be interesting to see to what
degree she may feature in the Christmas morning trooping of the royals to
church.
There's a rather poignant old one-act play called The Long Christmas
Dinner by Thornton Wilder, the author best known for Our Town. It
portrays a family Christmas dinner as though it spans the generations.
Actors come and go, entering the scene from one side and departing on the
other, showing the transitions of birth, marriage, and death. But it's the
same dinner, ongoing.
In my own family, we had such a dinner spanning over a century. And some of
them can still gather back "home" on the holiday while others of us have
moved on to new incarnations of the tradition. Those old holidays in my
memory were not so dissimilar from that portrayed by Dylan Thomas in "A
Child's Christmas in Wales." (Albeit, the older generations of my kin were
the teetotal sort.) And the memories are precious.
If the play were set at Sandringham House in Norfolk, the seasonal table
would first be headed by Edward VII and Queen Alexandra well over a century
ago, and would now have seen the entries and departures spanning six
generations of royals. Much of the setting continues as it was in Edward and
Alexandra's time, though the menu is much simplified from the Edwardian
excess. Now in her 81st year, the Queen is the longest running character in
this particular family production... surpassing even her late mother. Kate
will simply be the newest to join the cast sharing the Christmas table...
and who knows how long her time onstage may last... I just hope they all
enjoy the feast.
When we are children Christmas is a time of peppermint candies and sparkling
lights, but as we age it also becomes a time of rich dark puddings and some
wistful memories. Both have their place, no matter what our status.
I wish a most happy Christmas, and a guid New Year to ane and a'!
Yours Aye,
- Ken Cuthbertson
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