Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We went to a friend's Hanuakuah party last night, and I made latkes with her 95 year old mother, whom I adore.  I miss no older generation, and I get myself attached to my friends' parents and feel the loss when they die.  This lady is a survivor, and sharp and funny.  We talk old movies and this time she is watching "The Crown" so we discussed the royal family.  I'd just seen "The Darkest Hour", so I was in the mood.  I told her I remembered Princess Margaret and all her love struck turmoil vaguely, though I was a child.  And I seem to remember seeing Elizabeth's coronation, though perhaps that's incorrect.  I'm not sure we had a TV then.  For this lady, as for many, the British royalty is endless entertainment.  I'm usually stuck in the colonialism fury mode, but I see why Americans like this stuff.  It's fairy tale material.  For my friend's mother, the past is where she enjoys visiting, as it represents her heyday.  And I love her hear her first hand accounts.