|King Edward as he abdicated his throne for the woman he loved.|
It was raining that day in Atlanta.
|The little girl on the right facing the camera is the present-day Queen Elizabeth|
As an incurable romantic all my life, the story of the king who gave it all up for the woman he loved has always been a source of never-ending fascination. In later years, the more I read and the more I heard, it seemed that their idyllic lifestyle of gallivanting around Europe and being the style-setters for the rich and famous of their day may not have been quite as lovely as the public was so eager to believe. A new book or movie pops up from time to time, and as the event is now eighty years ago in history, the re-telling becomes either more fanciful or more gritty, take your pick.
|The Duke of York, father of Elizabeth as the new king|
Today we popped into an estate sale preview in between the monsoons, mainly because I had seen on the gallery some incredible silver and china, and "I just wanted to look." I have nowhere to put any more, no need for any more, but I always find these sales so intriguing. It seems that this dear little lady might have been a children's librarian or teacher. There were a couple of rooms dedicated to books, walls and walls of books. Boxes and boxes of books. Hallways of shelves of books. There were a few earnest young women, presumably newly minted teachers themselves, sitting on the floor stacking many of these little gems into smaller more totable boxes, after carefully checking them over. There were several sets of children's encyclopedias, too, and the rooms were infused with that lovely musty smell that only comes from old books.
|A glamour shot of Mrs. Simpson.|
She was a serious clotheshorse.
My eyes fell upon a very yellowed old newspaper, which had been scattered carelessly about over yet another folding table of little books. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!
It was an amalgam of several Atlanta newspapers proclaiming the news of the abdication of the King of England on December 10, 1936, because he found the crown too heavy to wear without the woman he loved by his side to support him. He had begged Parliament to circumvent the rules, making her his consort not his queen, but because she was American, twice-divorced and had a racy reputation, his pleas were thwarted. He threw in the towel because he hadn't wanted to be king in the first place, gladly letting his brother have the crown with the stroke of his pen, and which he signed with "R.I." (Rex Imperatus) for the last time.
|QEII's mother, the woman we all knew as the "Queen Mum"|
Since we got home today, I have read through these almost-eighty year old papers with great delight. I have even read the ads, too, incredulous at the low, low prices for food, goods and services. Keep in mind that this was during The Great Depression, so many people probably couldn't buy the things being offered even at these almost giveaway prices. The paper is large, yellowed and torn, and it made me so hungry for that feel of a real newspaper in my hands again. The longing for a morning paper is palpable at times when I smell coffee because as an adult, I always read two or three newspapers every morning before beginning my day. They have mostly gone the way of the dodo bird now. In fact, we refer to our local pitiful rag as "the birdcage liner" and don't bother any more. I read the news online, now, just like everybody else.
Next time, I will share some of those ads. I think you will enjoy those, too.
The little piece at the lower left says that Wallis Warfield Simpson was so overcome at his big announcement that she took to her bed, but then she rallied and partied on. Click on the link and at the bottom of that page, you will find a list of the many books and films about this pair who still fascinate us after all these years.