There I was, waving a Union Jack as the Queen’s entourage swept past. It was a brilliant Canberra Day, and I, along with all the other students at Griffith Infants School, had been lining the procession route in Canberra for hours.
It was a meticulously planned tour back in 1954, but there were spontaneous moments. My then 12-year-old sister, Katerina, and her best friend, Beatrice Jay, were frolicking around the rickety old wooden Molonglo River Bridge, which was on the way to the Canberra Airport, when the Queen’s party swept past.
Andrew ClarkSenior writerAndrew Clark is a former editor of The Sun-Herald and Australian Business. He was a correspondent in Europe and North America, a political correspondent in Canberra and has been a journalist for more than 55 years. Email Andrew at aclark@afr.com.au
