In Love with a Royal

I am in love with a Royal...not Princes Charles, William, or Harry.  This guy became a Royal at the end of the 1930's, and over the years was well loved by journalists and authors everywhere; but he was also a friend to commoners.  But time passed and his subjects looked to a new generation of Royals to lead them.  It's so sad when one loses their esteemed position in society...cast aside, no longer needed...worthless.  He had no opportunity to abdicate, but was instead dethroned.  He's spent the last sixty or more years doing odd jobs in offices, mail rooms, then menial work wherever it could be found.     

That all ended yesterday.   He'd run out of second chances when I met him again at a local estate sale.  He was pretty dirty from neglect, and a bit overweight from disuse, but that's okay with me.   I like my guys a little on the hefty side.  Although he doesn't remember me, I recognized him immediately.  Well, let's just say I am pretty sure we met years ago in typing class when I was in junior or senior high school.  But, if he isn't THE ONE, he has to be a close relation...those Royals look so much alike, you know.  He was pretty old, even then.        

We redeemed his life for a mere pittance and Hubby had to physically carry him to the car.  It's true he's a bit stiff these days, and has lost some of his youthful sparkle.  Once known for his beautiful words, his writing isn't as clearly expressed as it once was.  All these things aren't important to me.  Guys like Cary Grant, Sean Connery, and Richard Gere just got better with age.  Anyway, I think he's still quite handsome.  With a little love and attention, the qualities for which he was known may emerge even yet.  What a rich life he's lived; evidence of his past are stashed away somewhere..in lock boxes, safes, file cabinets, recipe files, and cedar chests.  Oh, the stories he could tell, if only he would.  But he is a tight-lipped keeper of secrets.

Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney