Thursday, 26 December 2019

The Never, Forever Queen



Elizabeth of York was born in 1466, the eldest child of King Edward IV. The Wars of the Roses had been ongoing for over a decade at the time of her birth. Her father was a Yorkist king who spent his life defending his monarchy from Lancastrian relatives who maintained that they had a stronger claim to the throne. In 1483, Elizabeth became the sister of the King when her father died, and her younger brother, Edward V, ascended the throne. Edward was still a child, and is sadly only known to history as one of the ‘Princes in the Tower’ who mysteriously disappeared during the months following their father’s death. Edward IV’s younger brother then assumed the throne as Richard III, who recently became world famous as the King in the Car Park' when his body was discovered over 500 years after his hasty burial following the Battle of Bosworth. As the oldest surviving child of Edward IV, Elizabeth could have argued that she had a stronger claim to the throne than her uncle. There is no evidence that such a claim was ever made, however, and she was instead brought to court for her marriage to be haggled over.

Less than two years later, with Elizabeth still unbetrothed, Richard was defeated in battle by the Lancastrian heir, Henry Tudor. It was subsequently agreed by Elizabeth’s and Henry’s mothers that Henry and Elizabeth should marry, thereby ensuring that the children of the marriage would have an undisputed claim to the throne of England through both Lancastrian and Yorkist blood lines. Henry’s claim to the throne was fragile, through his mother rather than his father, and through a blood line that had long been alleged to be illegitimate. This was, therefore, a sound political move on the part of the Tudors. However Henry immediately signaled that he was not intending to share the monarchy with Elizabeth by arranging to be crowned alone as Henry VII, three months before the marriage. Two years later, Elizabeth was crowned in a ceremony that clearly defined her position as Queen Consort. She died in 1503, following complications of childbirth.

By all accounts, and against significant odds, the marriage of Henry and Elizabeth was reported to be an affectionate one. Henry VIII, who as the younger son, was brought up by his mother with his sisters until his older brother unexpectedly died, wrote affectionately about his mother. When he became king, he commissioned a likeness of her that appeared to hint at her right to be recognised in history as a Queen of England rather than as her husband’s consort. We will never know if Elizabeth resented being sidelined to the ranks of Consort, when she had every hereditary right to reign alongside (or even instead of) her husband. Perhaps, having lived through the turmoil of civil war for the first twenty years of her life, she resigned herself to her position, in the pursuit of peace for her children’s generation.

It is interesting to speculate what Elizabeth’s granddaughter, Elizabeth I of England, learned from the life of this grandmother she had never known. There has been much speculation about whether Elizabeth I never married due to a deeply rooted mistrust of men, following her father’s execution of her mother, when she was not yet three years old.  Another example has also been raised: that of her sister’s disastrous marriage to Philip of Spain. Elizabeth I was, by all accounts a clever and wily monarch, and may have had an additional, more coldly calculated reason for remaining unmarried: drawing upon the example of her grandmother’s subjection, she may have decided to ensure her position would never be usurped by a husband, remaining single to preserve her status. In this way, she managed to hold her own against an overwhelmingly patriarchal society, at a time in which the preacher John Knox proclaimed ‘It is more than a monster in nature that a woman should reign and bear empire over man.' 

And ironically, it may yet be that Elizabeth of York, who by rights should have been crowned Queen of England but was never accorded the title, has in fact emerged as one of the most famous Queens of all. It is alleged that the Queen of Hearts image on the traditional European deck of playing cards was derived from her image. On close inspection, we can see that the illustration bears a clear resemblance to a portrait of Elizabeth, and, as in the portrait, the Queen of Hearts holds what appears to be a Tudor Rose in her hand. 

We can never know if Elizabeth of York served as an inspiration to her formidable namesake to forge her place in history as the first Queen of England to wield power very much on her own terms, beyond the dominance of men. But I have always very much hoped that this ‘never Queen’, who (by all accounts) gracefully accepted that she was doomed to the sidelines by the prevailing circumstances of the time, did in fact become the ‘forever Queen’, looked upon by many generations as the most benevolent lady in the pack.   


Monday, 23 December 2019

Here comes the sun: into the 2020s



Now, as those of us in the Northern Hemisphere have travelled past the longest night of the year, we begin the fortnight in which we engage in what communities in our cold little island have done for millennia; marking the beginning of our journey from darkness back into light, celebrating the continual fertility of evergreens, the potential for new life, and the restorative powers of fire in heat and light, whether the winter festival was called Yule, Samhain or Christmas. 

And this year, before the season is at its end, we will have slipped into the second decade of the 2000s; one fifth of the twenty first century already gone in what seems like the blink of an eye. This year we had no grandchild in nursery or reception; six-and-a-half year old Grandson #2 studiously learned copious lines for his role as a ‘wise man’ in a very traditional nativity play, which seemed far removed from what I once described as ‘the glorious mash up’ of the Nursery Christmas Pageant, just a few short years ago.

It’s been rather a serious year for everyone in the UK this year, and many parents and teachers will enter the new year under a cloud of apprehension about what the 2020s will bring. The nation remains divided in some ways, and the way ahead is uncertain. But there are as many things that unite us as those that divide us; England has been a divided nation before in our long history, and has moved forward through a swiftly changing society to find solution and settlement. The human species has suffered far worse catastrophes, and pulled through by pulling together.

The human experience is never certain; we can never see the end of the road along which we are travelling, neither individually nor collectively. I entered the twenty first century as a forty year old with a sixteen year old and two fourteen year olds; by 2010 they had travelled the world between them, and now, standing on the edge of the 2020s, we have three grandchildren and new family ties to the US. I have published a variety of books, blogs and articles over the past decade and am hoping to spend next year working on my first novel, whilst one of my children was recently and very unexpectedly plunged into a very Warholian ‘fifteen minutes of fame’. In 2000 I could have not predicted any of this. And along the way, like most families in the UK we had some much less pleasant and even shocking experiences, including the loss of people we loved, some far too early, and in harrowing and tragic circumstances.

This is the nature of life, for both individuals and for nations; our lives are marked by both light and darkness, and when the darkness arrives, the greatest comfort we can find is to come together and celebrate what we share. And as such, I wish all on Twitter a very happy festive season. I look forward to debating ideas thoughtfully and courteously over 2020, whether leaver or remainer, left leaning or right leaning, or (with respect to edutwitter colleagues) whether ‘trad’, ‘prog’ or neutral.

We all have so much to look forward to, after all. And for me, personally, one highlight in the diary already is the Nursery Christmas pageant 2020. Grandson #3 starts nursery on the second week of January. As the wheel turns, it comes back to the beginning. And now, at the dawn of a new decade: Here Comes the Sun. 

This year we again remember the young people we tragically lost in 2017: 

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