Post by Admin on Feb 18, 2023 22:42:26 GMT
Aside: You HAVE to read this account of a royal childhood - now, this was truly dysfunctional.
avenuemagazine.com/christina-oxenberg-family-drama-memoir/
How the Daughter of a Princess Got Thrown Out at 17
Unaccompanied minor
BY CHRISTINA OXENBERG
APRIL 14, 2022
EDITOR’S NOTE: The author’s mother disputes Oxenberg’s account of her upbringing and family life. She said via email: “Christina is very clever, a good writer, and brilliant at marketing. She knows how to combine imagination with facts as this way she promotes her blogs and stories.”
My mother was born in a palace in Belgrade in 1936 as a princess of the land of Yugoslavia. She was the daughter of the then ruling Prince Regent Paul of Yugoslavia and Princess Olga of Greece and Denmark, a sister of Marina, Duchess of Kent. They were related to all the royal families of Europe. My mother has Prince Charles as a second cousin, and the queen of England’s late husband, Philip, was born a Greek prince and first cousin of my grandmother Olga. This is a huge and yet tight-knit family.
As I grew up in London, we were visited by many titled royal relatives, including my mother’s Kent cousins and Princess Alexandra. My mother has taken pains to be far from a traditional princess. Throughout my childhood, I remember her mocking anyone who she thought wore “sensible heels,” as she liked to say, or “tweeds,” as if this signified a type she would never deign to be. My mother’s personality is vivid and yet indecipherable, all at once. She was the rebel. She would break any of the rules. To start with, in 1961 she married an American whose name for legal reasons I cannot recall. They had two daughters, my sister Catherine and myself.
As was the case with most marriages about to fall apart, my parents allegedly did not see eye to eye, and that is putting it mildly. Once they divorced, my mother moved to London when I was two and Catherine was three. My mother eventually remarried a Brit who was born in Peru. He moved into our family house in Chelsea. His job required that we spend a year in Madrid. I attended a school there with classes only in Spanish and French, which was a challenge. And on weekends we all went to play with our cousins, the Spanish royal family, Juanito (the future king Juan Carlos), Sophie (later Queen Sofia), and their kids, with whom Catherine and I spent most of our time in the playroom accompanied by nannies. The Zarzuela Palace includes stables with giant prancing horses, which would be brought out to entertain us.
avenuemagazine.com/christina-oxenberg-family-drama-memoir/
How the Daughter of a Princess Got Thrown Out at 17
Unaccompanied minor
BY CHRISTINA OXENBERG
APRIL 14, 2022
EDITOR’S NOTE: The author’s mother disputes Oxenberg’s account of her upbringing and family life. She said via email: “Christina is very clever, a good writer, and brilliant at marketing. She knows how to combine imagination with facts as this way she promotes her blogs and stories.”
My mother was born in a palace in Belgrade in 1936 as a princess of the land of Yugoslavia. She was the daughter of the then ruling Prince Regent Paul of Yugoslavia and Princess Olga of Greece and Denmark, a sister of Marina, Duchess of Kent. They were related to all the royal families of Europe. My mother has Prince Charles as a second cousin, and the queen of England’s late husband, Philip, was born a Greek prince and first cousin of my grandmother Olga. This is a huge and yet tight-knit family.
As I grew up in London, we were visited by many titled royal relatives, including my mother’s Kent cousins and Princess Alexandra. My mother has taken pains to be far from a traditional princess. Throughout my childhood, I remember her mocking anyone who she thought wore “sensible heels,” as she liked to say, or “tweeds,” as if this signified a type she would never deign to be. My mother’s personality is vivid and yet indecipherable, all at once. She was the rebel. She would break any of the rules. To start with, in 1961 she married an American whose name for legal reasons I cannot recall. They had two daughters, my sister Catherine and myself.
As was the case with most marriages about to fall apart, my parents allegedly did not see eye to eye, and that is putting it mildly. Once they divorced, my mother moved to London when I was two and Catherine was three. My mother eventually remarried a Brit who was born in Peru. He moved into our family house in Chelsea. His job required that we spend a year in Madrid. I attended a school there with classes only in Spanish and French, which was a challenge. And on weekends we all went to play with our cousins, the Spanish royal family, Juanito (the future king Juan Carlos), Sophie (later Queen Sofia), and their kids, with whom Catherine and I spent most of our time in the playroom accompanied by nannies. The Zarzuela Palace includes stables with giant prancing horses, which would be brought out to entertain us.
IST 
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