The Field of Remembrance has a long history of attendance by a member of the Royal Family, transforming the grounds near Westminster Abbey into a poignant sea of wooden crosses bearing poppies.
Usually held on the Thursday before Remembrance Sunday, this ceremony marks the beginning of the nation's formal period of Remembrance. Today, The Duchess of Gloucester represented The Queen by placing a cross at the Field of Remembrance.
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Yesterday, we lost a cherished member of our family.
We got Sunny at the start of our second term in the White House, and all of us â including our first dog, Bo â immediately fell in love. We also had trouble keeping up with her, for Sunny was a force of nature. Athletic and full of boundless energy, she leapt over the hedges on the South Lawn like they werenât even there, chasing squirrels, birds and anything else that moved. And whereas the way to Boâs heart usually involved a treat, Sunny was more interested in having us run around with her, roll on the floor with her, or have her belly rubbed for as long as we were willing.
She loved the girls, even if they were pestering her when she was napping. She loved our team, and would often follow them around, helping them on the job. She was fiercely protective of Bo, who she rightly sensed wasnât always as alert and attentive as she was. She had her eccentricities: other than Bo, she preferred people to dogs; she was a loud and sloppy drinker; and despite being a Portuguese Water Dog, she hated getting wet.
But as far as our family was concerned, she was pretty much perfect, and for thirteen years, she would be by our side â always loyal, always sweet, always ready for adventure, still fiery and gorgeous till the very end of her days.
We will miss her terribly, and imagine sheâs with her big brother now, making sure heâs okay.
this tribute to Catherine O'Hara at the Emmys was soooo sweet wow. and the camera cuts to Martin Short and Steve Martin crying...I'm not okay. her on-screen children Macaulay Culkin, Annie Murphy, and Dan Levy spoke so highly of her
Macaulay: "She was encouraging. She was warm. She was funny. But the word that I think of is 'momma.' She was my mom. She was our mom. And by extension, she was all of our mom. She may have forgotten me...twice! But we will always remember her."
For once, Dolly Parton was the one sitting in the audience while somebody else told her story.
That is the part of Shania Twainâs 2006 performance of âCoat of Many Colorsâ at the Kennedy Center Honors that stays with me.
Dolly had spent decades telling stories onstage. She knew exactly where a lyric needed a smile, where a joke belonged, where a song needed to slow down. She was usually the person holding the microphone and deciding what the audience should see.
This time, she was watching.
And Shania was singing about the little girl Dolly used to be.
That changes the feeling of the song before Shania even reaches the important lines.
âCoat of Many Colorsâ comes from a very specific memory: Dollyâs mother making her a coat from pieces of cloth because buying a new one simply wasn't an option. As a child, Dolly wore it proudly. Other children saw something poor. She saw something her mother had made for her.
It is a story Dolly has told many times.
But hearing somebody else tell it while she sits there is different.
You start watching Dolly instead of Shania.
That is what I find fascinating about the performance. Shania doesn't try to imitate Dolly. She doesn't put on the famous voice or mannerisms. She sings the song in her own voice, which somehow makes the tribute feel more respectful.
She isn't pretending to be Dolly.
She is reminding Dolly that her story reached someone else.
And by 2006, that story had traveled a remarkable distance.
The little coat that once marked a child as different had become part of a song known around the world. The girl who might have been embarrassed by what she wore became one of the most recognizable women in country music. And now another country star was standing in one of the most formal rooms in American culture, singing about that coat while its owner listened.
There is a lovely awkwardness to that.
For once, Dolly cannot control the story by telling it herself.
She has to receive it.
Maybe that is what makes the moment more moving than a simple tribute. Shania isn't presenting Dolly with another award. She is presenting her with something much older: her own memory, seen through somebody else's eyes.
And perhaps that is one of the nicest things another person can do with a story you have carried for years.
Not improve it.
Not explain it.
Just remember it carefully enough to give it back to you.
Dolly wrote the song. Shania sang it. But for those few minutes, the story belonged to both of them.
Anybody who has ever lost a pet knows how heartbreaking it can be. If people say âitâs just a petâ, they really donât understand.
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Itâs hard to imagine many people having a bigger impact than Dolly Parton. Born in a one-room cabin, she earned 11 Grammys and an Emmy, built a business empire, helped millions of kids learn to read, and â as if that wasnât enough â helped accelerate the research that led to the Moderna COVID vaccine. What a life. Michelle and I are thinking of Dollyâs family and her many, many fans.