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The prince and I

by stevejeff

The prince and I are not friends, though he seems a nice enough guy and I respect him and I value the role he plays. However my uncle, my father's big brother, knew him better and fed him snacks. As a boy the prince would slip into the palace kitchen between meals. Sometimes he would persuade his big sister too. And my uncle would sit them down and find a snack for him and perhaps for his sister and he would make them laugh. I know this because of the prince's note. The prince sent a note to my aunt and it was read at the family gathering following my uncle's funeral. A cheeky boy from Catford, a kitchen worker, and later the royal chef, laughing and showing kindness to the young prince and to the future princess royal; now remembered and valued by family and also by royalty. What do you think of that?
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stevejeff
63 / M
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Written by
stevejeff
63 / M
Published
May 24, 2018
Time
2m
Notes

For Uncle Peter.

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#prince#chef#kitchen#food#death#memory
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