It was July 29, 1981, and I was 16. I remember getting up early and watching from the living room couch.
I remember the excitement of seeing Diana emerge from the carriage. What would her dress look like? And then seeing that 25-foot train fully extended – today, we’re used to it. But on that day, it was brand new and so exciting. The train seemed to just go on and on and on.
I was captivated by the whole event, and decided that I’d write my senior paper on the wedding. The senior paper was a big deal at my high school, and kids worked on it for a full semester. I remember during my era, anorexia was a hot topic for these papers. I also remember my comp teacher being none too thrilled with my topic choice. I guess royalty was deemed too “lite” in comparison with scholarly themes like eating disorders :).
Anyway, I remember the Archbishop of Canterbury’s comments about “This is the stuff of which fairy tales are made: a prince and a princess on their wedding day.” So beautiful, and I’m just sad that it didn’t turn out that way. Maybe William and Kate can redeem that hope …
And the obsession continued. Here I am, just after moving into my first dorm room at IU in 1983. I hung the big poster of Charles and Di – framed, no less – proudly over my bed. I’ll never forget my roommate’s grandma’s question upon seeing it: “Is that your aunt and uncle?” To which my roommate replied in embarrassment, “Grandma, that’s Prince Charles and Lady Diana!”
Yes, that’s the kind of phone we used back then, hanging on the wall, and no, I don’t think I’ve ever had a tan that dark since.
Happy Royal Wedding Day!