End of an era
WE thought this day would never come; we hoped, with an unrealistic, childish hope, that it never would. It’s hard to grasp that a life lived so vigorously, so generously and so publicly, that has constantly cheered us up and that has set the standard for living well, has ended. The Duke of Edinburgh’s 100th birthday, on June 10, would have been the nation’s chance to show its appreciation and affection, although he probably wouldn’t have wanted the fuss. The Duke has been one of life’s reassuring constants: his marriage to Princess Elizabeth in 1947, a romantic day of light in the bleak postwar years, will be one of the earliest memories of many people now in their eighth decade. The shock of the death of George VI at only 56…