From the time of Rollo six Dukes of Normandy were lords and masters of the Island—William Longsword (son of Rollo), Richard the Intrepid, Richard II., so-called The Good, Richard III., who, dying unmarried, left his Duchy to Robert the Magnificent, and William the Conqueror, a son of Arlette, daughter of a tanner of Falaise and born at that same place, according to the best historical accounts, 1027 or 1028. (A Popular History of Jersey, A.E. Ragg)
A few memories. I remember the days when the cinema movie ended and then the national anthem was played. Most people took that as a signal to rush out, but some I remember stood.
I only caught a glimpse of the Queen visiting Jersey - I think maybe in the 1980s - when she and Philip went to Hotel L'Horizon and we stood at the top of my mother's drive - on dustbins as I seem to recall, the only thing to hand with enigh height, so we would get a good view as the Royal entourage drove past. It was only a passing glimpse, but there she was, being driven past our little part of St Brelade.
When there was just BBC and ITV on the television, programmes used to shut down around midnight or just after, followed by a high pitched whine - to tell people to wake up and turn the TV off. Those were the days when TV was 425 lines black and white, and TVs used valves, so they took time to turn on and turn off (off shrinking to a tiny dot).
Channel Television always finished just before that with a film clip of a very young Queen Elizabeth on horseback (probably from trooping the colours), saluting while the National Anthem played. I rather liked that. Memory of what is now a last salute.
And now it will no longer be God Save Our Gracious Queen, but King Charles III.
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