Cue mention in the news this week about Charles III being diagnosed with cancer merely months into his second year on the throne. That made me reflect on the short reign of Edward VIII which lasted less than a single year, from January to December 1936.
In that brief span, pillar boxes bearing Edward's cypher EviiiR were cast and installed; and stamps bearing his head were issued in various denominations in the UK and throughout the commonwealth. Envelopes posted with those stamps were pushed into pillar boxes and ultimately through citizens' letter boxes over a period of months while Edward himself wrestled with the idea of trying to push the envelope of accepted behaviour for an English king.
Those of you who know your 20th century English history will recollect that young Edward, when he was Prince of Wales, was a bit of a ladies man, in the tradition of his grandfather, Edward VII. He had a string of female friends (mistresses in effect) and he was introduced by one of these, Lady Furness, to Wallis Simpson some time in 1931. Wallis, an American national, was already on her second marriage to British shipping broker Ernest Simpson when she met the Prince. It is generally accepted that she and Edward had become lovers by 1934, much to the disapproval of Edward's father, George V. There is even strong evidence that Edward and Wallis's activities were tracked by the Metropolitan Police on the orders of the State.
For a new poem this week, I'm pushing the envelope myself in that I've fired up the imaginarium to concoct an epistolatory poem agreeing to an elopement. It seemed fitting, with Valentine's Day fast approaching. Let me know if you think it works.
a rare sighting of an Edward VIII pillar box (in Lancaster) |
When Edward became King in 1936, he made it known that he wished to marry Wallis and make her his Queen Consort as soon as her divorce from Simpson permitted. He was determined to exercise the same droit de seigneur that his namesake eighth (good old Henry) had done some four hundred years earlier. But his attempt to push the envelope of British constitutional and social conventions met with resistance far stiffer than Henry VIII had faced. The Government opposed Edward's wish and the Church of England (of which he was titular head) reminded him that it did not permit divorced people to remarry in church if their ex-spouses were still alive. The constitutional crisis came to a head in December 1936 when Edward decided to abdicate, to give up the throne rather than give up Wallis Simpson. His younger brother succeeded him as George VI and Edward, taking the title of Duke of Windsor, married Wallis the following year. They remained married until his death in 1972.
Records indicate that 271 Edward VIII post boxes were made, of which 161 were pillar boxes like the one shown above, and the balance was wall boxes (typically at sub-post offices). The majority of the latter disappeared when their buildings were knocked down. It is thought that about 130 Edward Vlll pillar boxes are still in use. (Apparently there is a website listing them all. I've avoided it.)
As for the stamps, a set of four definitives was issued in the UK in September 1936 to mark Edward's accession. The Post Office invited designs and the series (halfpenny green, penny red, penny-halfpenny brown and twopence-halfpenny blue) was based partly on a design submitted by a seventeen year old schoolboy (one Hubert Brown) and partly on a recent photogravure portrait of Edward by Hugh Cecil. The Post Office was reluctant to acknowledge Hubert Brown's involvement, beyond sending him a letter that stated: "you will see that the design which has been selected bears some features in common with that which you suggested. " In the ordinary course of events more Edward VIII stamps would have followed, including pictorials, but his abdication within three month of the stamps being issued stopped those projects dead.
a letter with Edward VIII definitive stamps (posted in September 1936) |
Love Letter To Gilbert Densley
My dearest darling Gilbert,
how my heart aches to be with you again.
I've done little else but think over
what you proposed last Tuesday,
have cried myself to sleep most nights
and wish I had a friend to confide
my racing thoughts to,
but to share our secret would undo us
as you said. Every fibre of my being
tells me I cannot live without you and so
the answer is yes, yes, a hundred times.
That you are willing to leave your wife
for love of me is all that I could ask
or hope for. I know what people will say
and it will look like we are running away
but I want you so much. You are my fate
and other considerations matter little.
So I have sold my diamond ring
though I have not told Bernard yet
for obvious reasons.
Meet me at the top of Christmas Steps
at eight on Saturday. I will bring just a bag
of clothes and what money I have. I will leave
notes for Bernard and for Mum and Dad.
This is scary but exciting. I suppose
we will go by bus to Clevedon or Weston
to begin our new life, in lodgings at first
and taking any kind of work.
I do not care as long as we are together.
I am giddy and delirious at the prospect
and I promise that I will make you so happy.
With all my passionate love for ever,
your Evie. S.W.A.L.K.
Thanks for reading my post, S;-)
14 comments:
Weird but kind of wonderful Steve.
Good post, well delivered! 🙂
I hope we always see them, it's nice to get a card 🌅
Bravo Steve. That's very neatly done. 👏
I wonder if anyone has gone round ticking off all the Edward VIII postboxes,like the Munroes.
Excellent article.
Sad poem.
I know Rossiters Lane, it's near White's Hill in Bristol. You must know Bristol too as you've put Christmas Steps into your poem.
Edward VIII seemed like a case of 'blink and you missed him'! I hope Charles sticks around for a few more years, after all he'd waited so long to be king it would be a shame to go too soon. Besides, he's he same age as me!!
You just know it's not going to work out for Evie and Gilbert.
Good blog Steve and a good poem as well. It seems to have an undercurrent of doomed love to it.
I really enjoyed reading your epistle - keep it up please. I love looking at old "street architecture" and think the older park benches, lampposts as well as lost boxes are far preferable to their more modern replacements.
An evocative tribute to a bygone age. Who writes letters anymore? It's maybe not surprising given the cost of postage. When did it all get so expensive? All I get these days is junk mail.
Thanks Steve. Ill look out for those post boxes now. Love the imagined story behind the poem. I like to think they eloped and lived happily ever after but i doubt they did...
You don't have to go to Lancaster to see an Edward VIII pillar box. There's one right near the main entrance to Stanley Park in Blackpool.
Thank you Bickerstaffe. Do you know, I've walked past that pillar box so many times and never noticed.
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