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THE WINDSOR DIARIES 1940-45 by Alathea Fitzalan Howard

THE WINDSOR DIARIES 1940-45

My Childhood With the Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret

by Alathea Fitzalan Howard ; edited by Celestria Noel

Pub Date: May 4th, 2021
ISBN: 978-1-982169-17-6
Publisher: Atria

Another facet of the British royal family emerges via the diary entries of a young, devoted Windsor Park neighbor.

At the outset of World War II, Howard (1923-2001) was sent to live with her paternal grandfather and maiden aunt at Cumberland Lodge in Windsor Park, a few miles from the castle. Her new home was the seat of truly aristocratic stock. As Isabella Naylor-Leyland, who is married to Howard’s nephew, writes in the foreword, “Old Lord Fitzalan, a widower…was a distinguished elder statesman and leading Roman Catholic layman. Cumberland Lodge had been loaned to him for his lifetime as a grace-and-favour house by King George V in 1924.” At age 16, Alathea now lived just down the road from her childhood acquaintances Elizabeth and Margaret, the two Windsor princesses, who had also been moved from London for safety during the Blitz. Their friendship grew over the years as the girls skated together, enjoyed tea with the king and queen, took dancing and drawing lessons, practiced for Christmas pantomimes, and, eventually, attended dances and balls. The author diligently chronicles the stultifying round of royal visits and duties and her grinding work as a nurse in training, none of which makes for interesting reading. But she does provide some intriguing insights into the characters of the princesses as well as her own: She was an old-fashioned girl whose mother was deeply critical and emotionally remote, leading to bouts of depression. Though Alathea was uncomfortable in her present life and obsessed with the 18th century and the world of Marie Antoinette, the Windsors offered the charm and warmth of a loving family she never experienced. Eventually, she realized that Elizabeth, the duty-bound heir to the throne, would never love or need her the way she needed the princess, and she was crushed when she was not chosen to be her lady-in-waiting.

A litany of dull, dreary royal goings-on peppered with the diarist’s sharp, dark observations.