#sweet bertie

[spiritundaunted]

King George VI with his family, Queen Elizabeth, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret at Royal Lodge in 1943.

© Royal Collection Trust/ His Majesty King Charles III

This previously unreleased photo is part of the new exhibit at the King's Gallery, Royal Portraits: A Century of Photography .

Dying to see it!!

I've always read that Bertie kept the miniature of Elizabeth that was given to him on his wedding day from Elizabeth's parents on his desk at Royal Lodge so it's very cool to see it there! Only, I always thought is was much smaller - since it's referred to as a "miniature". I guess I was thinking of the miniature portraits on the Royal Orders given to royal ladies by the sovereign. This one is much larger! So sweet he kept it there always.

The miniature of Lady Elizabeth Bowes Lyon given to the Duke of York on his wedding day from the Strathmores. Bertie's "own little darling angel E".

The Queen mother's desk at the Castle of Mey. Sweet that the photo on the right is signed "Bertie". 💘 But I have to say, I really love the profile photo on the left where he is a little older. I feel like that is how she wanted to remember him; a more recent version of him, and still so very handsome.

"She didn’t really have what I would term best friends in the conventional sense and she had been widowed for over forty years when I joined her, so it would be a fair assumption to think she could have been lonely at Clarence House. But if she were lonely, she hid it very well. She never really talked about the King, though there were lots of portraits and paintings of him on the walls of her London home, so he couldn’t have been far from her thoughts." -- from Behind Palace Doors - My Service as the Queen Mother's Equerry, by Major Colin Burgess

😢💔 Her pain on losing him is so palpable. She kept a lot of her feelings to herself.

Adding a photo of my own desk to the mix, just for fun and giggles. No, I'm not obsessed. What are you talking about? 😉

[spiritundaunted]

Oh look how sweet and embarrassed he is when they sing to him! 🥹 That little nervous habit of fiddling with his ring - what an adorable man!

KING GEORGE FOR YOUNG ENGLAND

A delightful picture taken at the boxing championships finals of the London Federation o Boys’ Club last week. After watching several of the bouts with obvious appreciation of the really first-class style, strategy, courage and sportsmanship displayed, H.M. the King presented the prizes, amidst the most prolonged and wholehearted hurrahing ever heard at the Albert Hall. It was indeed a night of nights for the young members of one of London’s finest forcing houses of future John Bulls.

The Tatler

In the picture: His Majesty King George presents the trophy to F. Mahoney, winner of the junior light-weight title.

The crowd cheering for the King and singing “the King is a jolly good fellow”.

[jasondeansgothwife]

just two men as god had made them i guess

[sandwichsapphic]

every time i try to start an essay my brain stops and i make one of these instead

[pop-squeak]

guys i’m so unhealthily obsessed w valet bertie and master jeeves im not ok

[spiritundaunted]

Great story 📸

Always make your subjects comfortable as you can!

KING GEORGE VI, QUEEN ELIZABETH and PRINCESS MARGARET photographed by Dorothy Wilding, 1951

Wilding recalled the photo session in her 1958 memoir, In Pursuit of Perfection:

In the late summer of 1951 I was summoned to Buckingham Palace to photograph the King, the Queen, and Princess Margaret; these were to be their official pictures for the coming tour of Australia. There was a feeling of hush in the Palace, and I was warned by the officials that the King was not well and that I might find him a little nervous. The weather was very hot, and group photographs are especially trying. Knowing that there might be problems of fatigue, I determined to take along my studio blocks on which sitters can lean their elbows, and three plastic-cushioned kitchen stools of different heights which I use in the studio and find so helpful in making groups. My girls were horrified to see me taking such props into Buckingham Palace, but I said firmly, ‘Stuff and nonsense - we have to get good pictures and these will help us get them.’

Their Majesties and the Princess appeared, and with my girls standing round I was ultra-conscious that all eyes were glued on the blocks and stools. When the props were set in place, the King’s eyebrows went up, and my heart missed a couple of beats. But the Queen as usual came to the rescue with a tactful word, and in a few minutes all three royal sitters discovered how comfortable and relaxing it was, leaning on these studio props. As I pressed the bulb, I knew that my girls gave an almost audible sigh of relief. The King was such a good sitter that day, despite the effort it must have been for him. However he may have felt, he went out of his way to conjure up his warmest smiles.

[crispapples]

This is so funny and so sweet. I didn’t expect to like this book, let alone love it.

“Ranald Braveheart Macpherson looked disappointed. ‘It’s a pity it’s not a body,’ he said. ‘It would have been really exciting to have found a body, Bertie. We could have taken it to school to show people.’

Bertie did not reply. He did not think it likely that his mother would allow him to keep a body in his flat; there were so many restrictions in his life, and that was just one more of them.”

-A time of Love and Tartan (44 Scotland street #12)

By Alexander McCall Smith

I admit this quote is probably better with the context of the whole book, although that probably applies to most quotes. I read this book as a stand-alone, and having never read a book by Alexander McCall Smith it was a pleasant surprise to have enjoyed it as much as I have.

Would recommend!

4⭐️/5⭐️

[for-valour]

Part 1

On this day: June 7, 1939 saw King George VI become the first British monarch to travel to the United States. It was a fleeting visit, sandwiched between a longer tour of Canada.

Can we talk about Eleanor Roosevelt ushering Queen Elizabeth back into line?😂

The King was accompanied by Queen Elizabeth. An invitation from President Franklin D. Roosevelt was also extended to Their Majesties’ young daughters, princesses Lilibet and Margaret Rose, but Bertie decided that they were still too young to undertake such a long and tiring journey.

The visit was officially to secure and gain support for the provision of aid from the US to the UK in the event of conflict with Nazi Germany. The war began less than three months after this trip.

Part 2 coming up whenever I get the time 😅

gifs made by @for-valour

Sources: British Pathé.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

it’s “experiencing genuine feelings of softness and kinship toward joke characters who were created to be made fun of” hours, lads (gn)

[spiritundaunted]

My heart still goes Pit-a-Pat.....

Christmas Eve, 1925, Sandringham

“It is just 3 years since I wrote you that letter & what a lot has happened since then... My heart still goes pit-a-pat in the same way as it did then...Why I have written these letters to you when you’re in the room I don’t know. But I just have, All my love darling. Always Your very loving HUBBY Bertie."

Bertie (later King George VI) to Elizabeth (later Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother). They had been married since 1923 and she was pregnant with their first child, the future Queen Elizabeth II, at the time.

Aw, Bertie passing love notes to Elizabeth across the room at Christmas. 🥹 ❤️

[goodoldroyalty]

WHEN THE KING "SHOT" THE SHOOTERS.

King George VI, as Duke of York, was photographed, at his 1932 camp at Southwold asking Press photographers a number of questions about the working of their cameras.

"That's all right," he said. "You fellows are always photographing me. Now I'll show you what it feels like. Line up!…” The picture below was taken with the borrowed camera. "I'll just take one more in case," the Duke said, quoting the photographer's formula, so familiar to him.

Some days later, he said to a Press photographer who had been in the group: "I see that photograph I took appeared in the newspapers."

[selene-and-the-cold]

That awkward moment when you want to write plot, but all you get is fluff...

[jasondeansgothwife]

sometimes i'm just going about my day and then i remember that gerard way thanks bert mccracken for "being my cellmate" in the thank yous section of the three cheers for sweet revenge album pamphlet

[mariocki]

Deported (1950)

"Signor Smith, do all of you Americans treat women so, uh... so directly?"

"I wouldn't know. Maybe."

"But why? Have you so little time to spare?"

[quiveringdeer]

Bertholdt seems like he'd love to spend his birthday outside in the fresh air with a nice cup of tea, some books, and a bunch of pretty flowers to look at with you. Or curled up by the fire under a big blanket. Something very cozy.

Ooooh I can totally see this Nonnie. Bertie doesn't like to make a big spectacle of his birthday. He's used to it just being quality time spent with his parents and maybe a few close friends like Reiner.

And that's a tradition you'd naturally get folded into.

Imagine being nestled all snug against Bertie in one of those large hammocks for two. You've both brought books you wanted to read and that happens for a good bit before you notice Bertl's book laying on his chest while his eyes are staring up at the sky beyond the shade of the large oak tree shielding you from the afternoon sun.

And I know it's cliche as hell, but it's my imagine I'll thin what I want. But it remains a comfortable silence as you close your book and tilt your head against his shoulder so you can better angle your gaze in the same direction. After some long, peaceful moments of quiet contemplation Bertholdt's deep voice softly parts the silence. "That cloud looks like a hippopotamus face."

It's such a wild thought that you don't even manage to look for the apparent hippopotamus face in the sky before snorting out a laugh, "What?"

Casually he repeats his assertion, "That cloud looks like a hippopotamus face." The words haven't changed but there's an unmistakable layer of amusement enriching his tone.

Unhelpfully, Bertholdt doesn't even raise his arm to point out this clump of fluffy cumulus supposedly impersonating a plumpfaced pachyderm. Instead, when you lift your eyes back to the sky, your peripheral vision catches Bertl pointing his chin to where you should be looking. Again. Not helpful. But you suppose you can't blame him for not wanting to disturb the cozy posture you're both situated in.

Your gaze flits across the sky, searching for the right lump of clouds. But nowhere in the cerulean expanse do you find a hippo face. "Honey. I see something that looks like someone tossing pizza dough in the air but no hippo."

"You see, what?" Now it's his turn for an incredulous chuckle.

"You know. Those people that throw the dough in the air and spin it around with their hands to make it flat."

"I understand that. How are you making that out?"

"Because it's right there." You reach an arm up to point his gaze toward the pizza person. Like a helpful individual. "See?"

"Hn." You know that "hn." That's the "hn" he uses to make you think he knows what you're talking about.

"You don't see it?"

"Sorry, Ahuvatì. I don't."

You huff and Bertl turns his head to place a kiss to your forehead. You guess it's a decent consolation for his awful eyesight and imagination. "Okay. Well where's your hippo face then?"

The petulance laced in your exasperated question sparks another deep chuckle from Bertholdt. He lifts his arm to point toward a mass of clouds with two whispy tendrils on top and bottom. "It was there. Those little whips at the top were the ears and then there were some small gaps bellow that looked like nostrils on its snout."

"Hmph. A likely story."

Bertholdt links his fingers with yours of the arms squished between you both. He gives three quick squeezes and keeps your hand in his.

"Why would I make it up? And what about your pizza person cloud, hmm?" The hammock is rocking a bit now with the way his shoulders shake from his laughter.

Your head tilts back to meet his gaze, returning the three quick squeezes. Small thin lines crinkle the outer corners of his eyes as he grins at you. It's hard not to be drawn into the deep verdant pools of his eyes when he's smiling like this. It's not an uncommon expression to see, but it still makes your heart race when he focuses that joy and adoration directly on you.

"Uh, what?"

Your dazed response makes Bertl's cheeks flush. The thought that he can somehow distract your thoughts and make your mind, all foggy, as you like to say, will never make sense to him. He leans in and presses a sweet peck to the tip of your nose.

"Nothing, Ahuvatì." His free hand reaches over to cup your face, thumb brushing over the crest of your cheek. "How about we make pizza for dinner tonight?"

"Hmm..okay. Sounds good to me." Your eyes close and your head tilts into his palm.

Bertholdt leans in to give you a proper sweet kiss on the lips, returning an affirmative hum. "Great."

Pulling his hand from your cheek Bertl picks up his book from his chest to begin reading again. You move to do the same with your discarded book, both of you keeping the hands between your bodies linked together.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence as you both dive back into your books. Then, a sentence on your page triggers your memory. "Hey wait a second! Just cause you couldn't see it doesn't mean it wasn't there."

You've turned your head too look at Bertholdt but he keep his eye on his book though a big smile spreads his lips. "Mmhm you're completely right about that, Ahuvatì."

His hand squeezes yours in a set of three and you return the gesture as you turn attention back your book. "Love you too, Bertie."

[loserboyisms]

Get autism'ed, boy!