ABSTRACT
In this chapter, the author consoles herself with the assurance that the Queen Consort Elizabeth’s death at 101 in London reminded she of her own beloved mother’s death at eighty in Chicago, so long ago now, in 1979. And this is not at all a bad juxtaposition of memories, because the joining enriches her memories of she own “mum.” Think, for just a moment, of why so many Brits so loved, trusted and, yes, enjoyed the Queen Mother. One has to titter at her so over-spending her royal income that her proper and ever-dutiful daughter, Queen Elizabeth II, was always a little at wit’s end over her “mum’s” indulgences. And with she own uplifting visits to the denizens of blitzed-out London during the war, the Queen Mum was described by Adolf Hitler as “the most dangerous women in Europe.”
