What were you doing when the Princess Elizabeth became Queen.

Sorry, thread moving rapidly, not you Visgirl or Luckygirl (that's so funny!)

I was 8, and was very sad. Can't remember where I was when the news broke out.

What a lovely thread until the last post.

My parents just engaged.

I was waiting patiently for my Dad to get us all a TV. He chose to wait till the day after the coronation to buy one as he thought they might be cheaper then - that's my Dad!

I wasn't born ,but clearing out MIL's house last month theres a coronation mug for her fathers coronation and a newspaper from the day WW11 was announced .We handed then into a local school ,loads od Charles and DI tat ,we binned it .Nothing with Lizzies coronation on it .I imagine my FIL wouldn't have been happy about a woman on the throne ,he was a tory voter who left when Thatcher was leader for the same reason.

I don't remember the accession but I remember the coronation. There was a party in our street and someone had hired a freezer for ice cream. My very first taste of ice cream at 4 years old and they must have set the freezer too low because the ice cream was so cold it burned! I still have the Union Jack that my parents pinned to the fence.

If you mean what was I doing when George VI died, I was aged six, at Primary school, and we were given the afternoon off. I was looking forward to Listen with Mother, but there were no programmes on the radio, only sombre music and news bulletins.
We had our 12 inch screen television for the Coronation the next year and the neighbours came in, exactly like 'Behind the scenes at the Museum.; I am pretty sure I wore my angora bolero and strappy silver sandals. We had bunting outside and an enormous Union Flag.

I wasn’t even the apple of my daddies eye then ???.

Wheniwasyourage

Well, there you go, Callistemon21 - your Dad wins the competition! I don't suppose anyone can remeber someone who can trump that, after all.

Born in the 1800s too!

Yes, the Coronation was 2nd June 1953.

I suppose June was chosen because the weather may be better.

Well, there you go, Callistemon21 - your Dad wins the competition! I don't suppose anyone can remeber someone who can trump that, after all.

I have still described myself as a Georgian rather than an Elizabethan when pulling rank over younger people though!

My Dad was a Victorian.

I was at school taking my 11 plus exam. As we came out of the hall, someone ran up and announced ‘Kings Dead’. We all thought it was our headmaster Mr King!

What a lovely thread, and so interesting to hear about everyone's memories. I don't have any as I was just a couple of months old, so I don't remember having a king rather than a queen. I have still described myself as a Georgian rather than an Elizabethan when pulling rank over younger people though!

I was 3, so have no recollection at all.

I do remember the fancy dress Coronation Party thrown for the local children in one of the army huts. I was Hip Hip Hurrah and my sister was the Prince of Hearts (don't ask why, I've no idea what my mum was thinking and she's long gone so can't ask her).

Was it around June time, the coronation? Because I recall being convinced that the party was for my birthday

My mum was still a teenager.
My mother and father had not met.
My father was heading into the Navy
So I was not actually on the horizon .

Elizabeth, our Queen is all I have known.
A monumental shift when she passes.

I was a 4 week old baby en route to start a new life with my parents in Nairobi

I'll join the golden oldies too (please). We were all called to assembly in secondary school and had the situation explained in detail. So glad I enjoyed both history and current affairs.

I was six years old, and both my younger sister and I were in bed with chicken pox, when my DM told us the news that the King had died.

I was 12 and getting ready for school, mum was wiping her eyes on her pinny and saying " poor thing, he wasn't very strong ".

It may well have been the day, I have been told it was in February 1952, when my father went to the Maternity Hospital to drop of a bottle of my mother's milk for me (born prematurely on the 26th November, 1951,) and discovered that the staff were giving the milk to other children who they deemed more likely to reach a normal birth weight than me.

Although normally a taciturn Scot, he lost his temper completely and picked me up and made for the door, saying he would take me home where I would be properly looked after.

Told he couldn't just do that, he replied that as a doctor and more importantly my father, he was actually the only person who had the authority to say where I should be and how I should be treated, and marched out.

I don't know how he drove home with a baby and no carry-cot, or if I was wearing hospital gown, nappy and shawl or my own.

I imagine he wrapped me in his coat, laid me on the front seat, where he could grab me at need, and put his medical case up as a barrier.

Too late to ask him now.

Nothing. My parents had got as far as courting, though. ?

I was nearly 5 on coronation day and vaguely remember a bit if a street party where I ran in a race. From a photo it looked like I was in second place, a feat never to be repeated.

henetha we lived in Clobells opposite the big house.