My Mother’s Voice

Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that  it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The  woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you.  My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today.  My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place.  Sounding like a cross between

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Long Live the Queen


If Id been born a few days later, on June 2 instead of May 28th, youd be calling me Liz instead of Sim. As it is, Elizabeth is my middle name, in honor of the Queen who today becomes the longest reigning monarch in British history! The young princess took over the reigns when her father, King George VI passed away during the night in February of 1952. She was officially crowned the following year on June 2, 1953. So Im not quite as old as Queen Elizabeths historic reign, but Im getting there. [Insert un-smiley face here]
In honor of the day, I’d like to re-share a short piece:
I haven't lived in England for years and years. And years. Basically a very long time. The kind of time you cough into your hand over, trying to hide the exact humungous number of years. Long enough ago that any reasonable person could be forgiven for calling me an American. But beware, should you say anything negative about the UK or Queen Elizabeth, my British roots will start showing and my British blood will start boiling. I'll start flapping my British passport in the air, and put on my best True Brit voice.
Read more of Queen Me, posted on my State of Britain page.

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