As I sit by the TV watching the extraordinary grandeur in London and on River Thames this week, I sort of feel a presence at my side. It's Annie Maria Stout Steeper, my dear grandma, second mother and ever-loyal friend who departed this life some years ago.
Annie Stout was born in Boston, England, during the reign of Queen Victoria and was brought to America as a girl, but always remembered where she came from. She never made a lot of it, but reports from Britain, and especially its very active royal family, could make her smile or, in the occasional dark times of the family, mutter darkly under her breath.
. She'd surely be smiling this week.
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