There is something very refreshing about Canada's Royalty.
Like many things in life there is no rhyme or reason to it all. It is, it has been and would seem it will be for some time to come. The Royalty of the Old(e) Empire is a strong thread weaving through the tapestry of what it is to be Canadian.
The Canadian people are made up of DNA from all over the world. Deep down, we know that no one's blood is redder (or bluer) than another's. The present Queen is a woman of red, white and blue who seems to intuitively know this truth. The majesty of her person seems tospread the goodness of humanity throughout the world and is a special presence to those who grew up through the Empire, into the Commonwealth and into a proud sovereign people. I will always think of Australians as cousins, silly as it may seem.
We sang to the Queen each morning as the school day began. The Queen and Prince Philip smiled down on us all day, from high on the classroom wall. They still look down on the activities at the community hall. By high school we could sing to them in both official languages, along with our own national anthem. Christmas mornings were always marked by the Queen's address to the Commonwealth.
Like all families, the royal family, stretching back into time, have done much for which they deserve praise and much for which there is blame to be accepted. The blood coursing through their and their family's blood is no different than yours and mine, but they are born to a Duty.
My family's name is no different than other's. Winds of the times shaped destiny. The Scots cleared from the Highlands of their ancestors to make way for sheep, the Flemish Protestants fled their land for religious freedom, the Loyalists fled America during the Revolution and a young man left England in the 1800's looking for a better chance at life. From these people came farmers, teachers, professors, politicians, business men and women, plumbers, artists, doctors, lawyers, ne'r do wells, military men, ministers and fishing people. Not one's blood is more pure than another's. Not one has more claim to Canada's fresh air. The same holds true for those arriving from near and far into our land today.
The Queen and her forbearers and descendants stand in place symbolically, figuratively and in their living for ideals held by most. They are human. Who cares if they have rules of how to eat asparagus? That is just one of their things.
We are given a space in our understanding of government that separates concepts of what is from the ideals of our foundations.
Politicians are politicians. The Queen is the Queen. We wish her grandson and his new wife well.
Now Canadians, go out and vote for the ideals of our red blooded people to be our elected representatives.
May 3
WHEN I SAID TO GO OUT TO VOTE I DID'T MEAN THAT WAY. WHAT ARE WE TO DO ?
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