Queen V.

This week I had dinner with friends at The Cascade Room restaurant on Main Street.   The food was fabulous – I had the rainbow trout.   We were older than the usual clientele – who were generally young and hip.  They arrived in groups later in the evening and the music grew accordingly louder.

Surprisingly, the light shades above the tables had images of Queen Victoria.  As usual, the queen was dour, overweight, and in a black crepe dress with white lace headgear.   Had she now become  cool?

Queen V. died in 1901.  My grandparents in Moose Jaw got the day off school.  The young Winston Churchill was in Winnipeg and was moved to see this colonial city immediately don black and go into mourning.

Back in Britain, the Scottish poet, William MacGonagall – once called ‘the worst poet in the world’-  marked Victoria’s passing with these inspired words.

Dust to dust/And ashes to ashes/Into the grave/The great Queen crashes.

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