For many years, I said that when Queen Elizabeth II died, I would stop caring about the royal family. Yet I found myself getting up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning to watch the coronation of King Charle.
For many years, I said that when Queen Elizabeth II died, I would stop caring about the royal family. Yet I found myself getting up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning to watch the coronation of King Charles III. Why?
For starters, it’s a historic event. We haven’t been able to witness a coronation in 70 years, and when Elizabeth was crowned, television wasn’t nearly as ubiquitous as it is now. So I wasn’t going to miss such a historic moment.
Also, I’m a bit of an Anglophile. My ancestry touches all four of the realms of the United Kingdom, and I’ve had an affinity for British culture for a long time. My love of many things British meant that the pageantry of the coronation ceremony held my interest.
The tabloid fascination with the royal family disgusts me. I definitely couldn’t care less about Harry and Meghan, and I honestly wish they would just go away and live the private life they keep complaining about not being able to have. On the other hand, there’s something wonderful about watching Elizabeth’s family carry on after her amazing tenure.
The pageantry of the coronation ceremony pays wonderful homage to the past while looking bravely to the future. There are elements of the coronation that go back centuries, yet the ceremony itself speaks to the beginning of a monarch’s reign and the future that it represents.
