In its many sons and daughters, the essence of beauty can take on many forms. While of course human perception is subjective, yet and still there are sundry natural instances from where the presence of beauty is definite, such as that seen in nature, art, and woman. Diana, Princess of Wales, formerly Lady Diana Frances Spencer, was a beautiful women – and leader, and mother, and wife, and diplomat, and princess.
The youngest daughter of Viscountess Anthrop’s four children, the Princess of Wales was born on July 1, 1961, in Norfolk, England. Even at 1961 and in the flesh of Royal blood, one could not tell that the potency of the aristocracy had been abated even slightly by the tempestuous epochs and ages which had preceded that year, her birth. Indeed, the family tree of the Princess may perhaps resemble the archetype of any other princess or grand Royal patron, whether he or she is in the 20th century or 16th century, with immaculate, semi-Gothic script blossoming through handsome first-names and surnames sometimes, hyphenated.
Diana’s mother, the Honorable Frances Shand-Kydd, for example, was in turn the daughter of a wealthy Irish baron, as her Grandmother had for years been the arch lady-in-waiting to the Mother Queen. When it comes to her father there are even more esteemed figures down or along the line of kin. He, the Viscount Anthrop, at that knighted Earl in 1975, was a descendant, however remote, of the Stuart Kings, and a direct descendant of the King Charles II, who served from 1630 to 1685; this is not mention his strong ties with the Sir Winston Churchills, together with some eight of America’s most paramount Presidents: George Washington, John Adams, and Franklin D. Roosevelt. From the outset, all this and much more made the Royal babe a highly probable candidate for the eminent title, if not it be inevitable, her destiny.
Park House was the estate to which her memory must once have recalled as being golden and crisp, when to her childhood it turns back, especially so throughout the chaotic years the public knew her best. And with being located next to the Sandringham, a Royal estate, this is where blood relations to the throne ended, and where others begin, as she befriended Prince Andrew, brother of Charles. One would expect a cradle surrounded by such auspicious and formidable circumstances to entail a life happy and blithe well into adulthood. As every story goes at an early age, only before her years reckoned eight, did the youngling fully enjoy her fortunes of fate. Divorce of the bitterest breed separated her from her father, single brother and three sisters, leaving them estranged.
One could only imagine what this had done to the quiet and reserved countenance of young Diana. Her father, the Viscount, sought and won the battle of custody which soon after ensued, though only winning custody over the single daughter and son, with Diana left to remain distraught and depressed with her mother, who eloped with the heir to a wallpaper fortune. Eventually, in 1976, her father married again to Raine Legge, the daughter of famed British novelist. The marriage was apparently successful; however the relationship between the Spence children and the new mother was anything but a success.
The proud, allusive tradition which marked her name was still beset upon the perennial woes which efface contemporary life. Then, in a logically turn towards her own experience in marriage the impression of irony is all the more striking, perhaps approaching eerie; and even greater when the basic principles of psych-analysis are applied to this – a mere example in an objective, broader scheme of things – in which a person’s seminal experiences in childhood transcend into adulthood. From here, thus stooped on history resembling a stark far-cry from the space in time which was built before the ascension of other Kings, Queens, and so forth, our foot-hold in the ideals of yester year is all but gone.
To reading of young Diana’s academic record, Audrey Hepburn immediately comes to mind – in Sabrina, a beautiful, vulnerable girl staggering with cooking lessons. Perhaps this is an indication of being ill-informed or an exercise of imagination. Yet, in a word, her education was comparatively – that is, compared to previous or present persons found in Royal slippers of such caliber, and not, say, those soft soles of a modern American high-school student – unremarkable.
At the age of nine, before so being tutored at home, she attended Riddlesworth Hall, in Norfolk. Here, her most sterling of achievements was her exceptional car for Peanuts, a guinea pig.
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carnetremul
18 years ago
Okay ... Maybe not, but I'm pissed off small amount of people liked it ...
It is a great movie !
"I'm thirsty & your daughter is a cow ! Do the math ! "
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