Five Years a Writer

My mother and I were talking about the astonishing number of people who were queuing up to pay their final respects to Queen Elizabeth II, lying in state. During our conversation, Mum dropped the heretofore unknown to me fact that she had done the same thing when King George VI died. Below, she tells the story.  Witness to history  by Anne Le Rougetel Last week we were saying, “The Queen is dead! Long live the King!” In 1952 we said, “The King is dead! Long live the Queen!” Seventy years later,  from my current home in Canada, here is how I remember that time when I was living in England. My mother, stylish in the mid-50s. My father, equally so. In 1952, I was living in northern England, in a small town close to Liverpool. The morning of February 6th, I was standing in my kitchen. It was chilly and I was keeping count of the sacks of coal being delivered to our outside coal cellar. Suddenly the wireless program, which had been running quietly in the background, was interrupted by a som