Queen Elizabeth Koerner

My mom had no idea.

She is now Queen Elizabeth, according to one of our granddaughters.

Recently, we had a birthday or two in the family and one of the things we did was to dole out small pieces of jewelry for the girls from their great grandmother. One got a little porcelain rose on a gold chain; she is the one who calls my mom, « Queen Elizabeth. » The other got a little ruby on a gold heart that we had purchased for my mom.

It is Queen Elizabeth because my mom was born Elizabeth Bori. My mom usually went by Betty, never Liz, Lizzie, Beth, or Betsy. We were in Wartburg, Germany and bought the rose because it goes along with the legend of St. Elizabeth of Hungary. At a very early age, St. Elizabeth, who was born in Bratislava, Slovakia, called Poszony in Hungarian, then betrothed and married to a German prince of Thuringia. She was very interested in helping out the poor and although some say her husband supported her, she had to be careful as people always wondered what she was doing; some thought she was stealing valuables from the castle. It was looked down upon to help the poor.

As legend has it, she had bread under her cloak one day and to quell suspicions that she was hiding something else, was asked to open her cloak. When she did, red and white roses were to be seen. Hence the rose necklace, sold in memory of her. My mom loved it.

Anna, who is five years old, heard the story and somehow decided that my mom was Queen Elizabeth. We cannot seem to get that out of her head.

Somehow, my mom might not be too upset about that.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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