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Monday, 17 March 2008
The Last Curtsey Bookmark and Share

Fiona MacCarthy recalls being among the last of the debutants brought out in Britain in 1958:

Half a century ago this week, a strange ceremony ended. I was among the last 400 girls arriving at Buckingham Palace to make our formal curtseys to the Queen.

It was the usual wild March weather, cold winds ruffling our full-skirted silk dresses, our mothers in their furs and our moustached fathers wore top hats as we lined up by the railings, gaped at by waiting crowds kept at a discreet distance as if in an Ealing comedy...

We were trained to make the curtsey, which was by no means a perfunctory bob but a low, sweeping curtsey. The left knee needed to be locked behind the right, allowing a graceful descent with head erect, hands by your side. We learned the technique from Madame Vacani, a dancing teacher who held a kind of royal warrant for the curtsey. A Vacani curtsey was part of the mystique.

However hard we practised, the experience was nerve-racking. Our hearts thumped as we assembled on little stiff gilt chairs in an antechamber, waiting to be called into the ballroom where the Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh sat on twin thrones under a crimson canopy adapted from the Imperial shamiana, redolent of the then relatively recent British rule in India.

One curtsey to the Queen, then three sidesteps and another deep curtsey to Prince Philip. What if you wobbled? What if your heel caught in your petticoat and ripped it, the disaster that overtook a friend of mine? How should you respond if a bored Prince Philip winked?...

Posted on 03/17/2008 9:10 AM by Rebecca Bynum
Comments
17 Mar 2008
Hugh Fitzgerald
Not to be confused with "curtesy" which is a different thing, and often appears in the vicinity of the beautiful English legal term "dower."

18 Mar 2008
Oliver P Camford

My sister, several years older than I, went through this. We males merely had to make our bow - so much easier. I remember that she was in alt for weeks beforhand. So silly, really, for the year after she was presented Princess Margaret said, as we all knew, "We had to put a stop to it. Every tart in London was getting in."

Today, of course, every tart in London thinks that she is as good as the Queen and the Court. and every man believes himself to be a Gentleman! Would that that were so!

Oliver.



18 Mar 2008
Oliver P Camford

'the beautiful English legal term "dower"  '  My mother lives in the Dower House on our estate. What is so beautiful about that? All it means is that she is now a widow and has to resign herself to the loss of the man she loved and her previous status. There is nothing beautiful about the word 'dower' - it betokens a wealth of misery and loss. The upside, in our case, is many children who love her and a daughter in law who positively dotes upon her and, much to my enjoyment, uses her words against my much reviled elder brother, deservedly, who, in my opinion, deserves to be taken down a peg or two.

No, ,my dear friend, 'dower' is not a beautiful word. It is ugly and dangerous and nasty. It divides families and makes enemies within tribes. Yours is an uniquely American point of view on this word - a kindly view. In reality there is nothing 'kindly' about 'dower'.



18 Mar 2008
Oliver P Camford

Despite everything, despite all the so-called social change, only three things will get you into the British ruling class - good breeding, sound money, or a decent election result (the sort of vote that means that you're in for life).  Thank God that there are still some certainties in life!

Oliver.






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