Exchanging a name for a number
In the bottom of a drawer I have a bag of pennies. Not worth very much. However, in effigy I can see faces of people who are named and numbered. Rather fitting because the idea of a family name does not mean very much when you talk about the royal family of Britain. Turns out, they have been reinventing themselves for centuries. When the press would turn against you you simply would choose a new family name. Not exactly that simple but close enough. And when this numbered name would pass away another would take its place. I used the pronoun “its”, only because of Liz, she may be the only queen that I will ever no in the sense of name recognition. YouTube for some reason has decided that my lack of knowledge of history is the best reason to present me with a series of documentaries. From time to time, the film makers do a reasonable job providing entertainment. No laughter but entertainment just the same. Now the last century produced some very devastating wars some very devastating financial tragedies and a few changes in who got the big chair at supper. I do like to know where they all were before they got their numbers. Also, how long did they hang around after getting their numbers. For the record I do not have any digits after my name. Nor do my children nor any dogs that have lived with. But we are not royal. And I feel quite certain that no one who is royal whatever arrive at my door to amaze me. If I live long enough I might get a very faked telegram. Today I learned about 5. The father of six. Now when I look at coins I have a better idea of which came first. Useful knowledge probably especially if the dates on the coins have faded with age. I am not going to provide a history lesson to anyone but I will let you know that the stories are not always dull. When you have too much money and too many houses your life takes on a new tint. And as an added bonus you can actually listen to a recording of five. Turns out he was the first one to do radio and that is important.
