I was brought up in a family tradition that believed firmly in the Monarchy and its value to Canada and to treasure our place within the Commonwealth. I remember the sadness of the King’s passing and the joy of hope with the ascension of the young Queen. Just the year before we had walked up to the Princess Elizabeth Highway to stand on the side of the road waving our little Union Jacks as she drove by on her way from Toronto to Niagara. I have written before about crowding around Ma Ware’s television – the only one in the neighbourhood – to watch the coronation, the RCAF had flown a keno-scope over for broadcast. The following week we crowded the local cinemas for a view of the ceremony in colour.
Much has happened in all our lives since in the past 60 years – to her, to us and to me but I am still happy that she is Queen of my country – as changed as we all are – and honoured that she is my monarch. God has indeed, often against all odds, sent her victorious, long to reign over us.
06 February – 1952: Elizabeth Windsor ascends to the throne on the death of her father, George VI.