My Coronation

My great-grandmother, Christina Ferguson, is cutting the cake at the coronation street party in 1953! She was the oldest resident in Park Street Larne at the time. Everyone was enthusiastically celebrating the coronation, at least in Protestant Northern Ireland. They listened to the service on the radio and later watched newsreels at the local picture theatre. I wish my great Aunt Jeanie standing on her left, had taken her pinnie off for the photo.



This was a party in the next street; I wonder where all the chairs came from? I do love that children are seated, and the adults are standing.

 A bonus ration of sugar and margarine was allowed during the coronation period to allow meat-paste sandwiches, cakes, biscuits, and jellies to be served.


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