Wife of Prince Philip's right-hand man talks about royals
Eileen Parker was married to Prince Philip’s closest friend and aide, Mike Parker, for 15 years.As a young couple, they socialised at parties, the theatre and at home with the newly married Prince Philip and Princess Elizabeth.As the second series of Netflix’s The Crown focuses on this period of the royal marriage, Eileen’s memoir, first issued in 1982, is being republished.Today, aged 95, Eileen is living in a care home, supported by her family and friends.As our hired limousine glided up the wide avenue of the Mall, my husband, Mike, and I peered out at the swarming crowd cheering our progress.Above the revelry, framed by the Mall’s leafless trees, the austere grandeur of Buckingham Palace stood stark in a blaze of floodlights.All of London was being drawn in the same direction.It was Monday, November 17, 1947 and in just three days the heir to the throne, Princess Elizabeth, was getting married to Mike’s closest wartime friend — Philip, Prince of Greece.Inside the Palace, under the sparkling chandeliers, sipping champagne, the family of cousins representing the crowned heads of Europe was gathering for its biggest celebration since the downfall of Nazi Germany.And, incredible as it seemed, we would soon be joining them.The busy life of a Wren on a succession of Scottish naval bases had broadened my social outlook and made me better at handling my shyness, but how was one to supposed to cope with a glittering reunion of royalty? Was my hair all right? My ballgown? It was an off-the-shoulder design in white satin from a Glasgow department store.I wore it with a single strand of pearls and my mother’s fur coat.The effect I had been aiming for was the only one possible at a time of strict postwar rationing — neat and simple.But perhaps I was looking too neat, too simple? The car drew up under a porch.A footman in state livery came forward.Mike sensed my nervousness and, with a soft word, squeezed my arm reassuringly.I adjusted the corsage of flowers at my shoulder and stepped for the first time on to the red carpet of Buckingham Palace.In the queue waiting to be presented, I was admiring the splendour of the gilt decoration and handsome furniture when I heard our names being called and with a deep breath walked towards the Royal Family.Mike had coached me on the correct way to curtsey and how to hold out my hand, limply, with the palm inwards, for the single squeeze of the royal handshake: ‘Whatever happens, don’t squeeze back.’ George VI was shorter than I had anticipated, not much taller than my own 5ft 3in.Mike had warned me not to prompt him if he ran into difficulties with his stammer, nor to speak unless spoken to first.As it turned out, the King remained silent, but when we passed the Queen, I heard her remark to Mike: ‘What a lovely wee wife you have got!’ It was part of her charm to put people at ease.The presentations over, the band launched into a medley from the musical Oklahoma and Princess Elizabeth’s private secretary, John ‘Jock’