This year it is 60 years since our Queen Elizabeth II was crowned. If people in other parts of the world get confused – for we celebrated her Diamond Jubilee last year, Elizabeth became queen at the instant her father died in 1952. She happened to be in Kenya at the time but in any case, it takes time to organise a big state event, and you could hardly be cheering a new queen whilst mourning the deceased King. It’s normal for a year to elapse before the official crowning of a new monarch.
I wasn’t very old at the time of the coronation, but I have some memories. Notably I remember going to our village scout hall where a television had been set up for the community to see the event – the first such event to be live televised. Of course, many people bought their first TV for this occasion so they could watch the pageant from the comfort of their own homes.
I was unimpressed with TV. My sister insists that the TV was projected on to a big screen. That’s not my memory. My memory is of a box at the front of the hall with some vague, flicker black and white shapes on it. From my position at the back of the hall, I really couldn’t make anything of it. I know I wanted to escape out into the real world, whilst others thought it was wonderful and marvellous.
And of course, in truth it was. I know we take live pictures from all over the world as 100% normal these days. Sixty years ago, it was a new miracle – to be able to see and hear events in London, as they happened whilst sitting in your own village or town. It is hard to imagine just how much of a breakthrough this was. No wonder most people, older and wiser than me, felt this was something almost sensational.
My first experience of TV has stayed with me. Of course I watch things, but for the most part I am not much of a TV user – and that despite the fact that I really do think the British Broadcasting Corporation is a peerless broadcaster.
Now to something I don’t actually remember from Coronation year. We went, as a family, up to London to see the decorations – and here we are.
From left to right we have my brother, my sister, Dad, Mum and me. Sadly, only my sister and I are still in the land of the living. Mum died young, when I was a teenager. My brother died in his early thirties. Dad lived into his upper 70s. He’d have been 93 if he was still alive now. That picture was taken near Buckingham Palace. My dad had a delayed shutter device which screwed into the normal button you pressed on the camera.
Here we have the same three children – sister, brother and self, playing on the coronation beacon on Mount Caburn in Sussex. The date was May 23rd 1953, a few days before the coronation – but a huge fire was prepared for this hilltop.
Happy days!