In this memoir Pamela Hicks, or if I am to be proper, Lady Pamela Hicks, recounts the first thirty years of a life of extraordinary privilege. Her father, Lord Louis Mountbatten, was much lauded, closely related to the British royal family, given and succeeded at a variety of important posts, had an enormous capacity for forging friendships, and was so dashing that the young Grace Kelly kept a picture of him before she fell for a someone higher than a lord. Her mother, Edwina Ashley, was a very wealthy heiress, highly unconventional, globe-trotting, hedonistic, beautiful and stylish, and recognized and admired in high society. Such was the life Pammy, as she was called, was born into.
Pamela, the second of the Mountbatten’s two daughters, was born in Barcelona in 1929 and delivered by a doctor sent by King Alfonso XIII of Spain, who was selected to be one of her godfathers. During WW II, while her father commanded a naval fleet and her mother worked in the war effort, Pamela and her sister Patricia were sent to the United States to live with Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt who, according to Pammy, loved to attach herself to British royalty and who had once selected Louis Mountbatten as a fine catch for her daughter. Although Mrs. Vanderbilt is described as being very kind to Pamela and her sister, Pamela describes her as imperious, pretentious, and a snob; she did not enjoy her stay in America.
The book is filled with stories of famous people and events, not because Hicks is name-dropping but because those are the people with whom she grew up and the events through whose times she lived and got to see up close and personally. She was in Kenya, as a lady-in-waiting, for the then Princess Elizabeth when the news came that her father, King George VI, had died. She was a bridesmaid at Princess Elizabeth’s wedding and a lady-in waiting at the Queen’s coronation. She reports on how calm and controlled the Queen remained amidst mix-ups and how she could barely hold up her head with the heavy crown a top it (it weighed 7 pounds). She recounts, at some length, two Commonwealth tours. You learn that they are very arduous, very meticulously planned, and very exhausting. She also gives Prince Phillip high marks for his ability to help everyone, including the Queen, to relax and have some fun. Phillip comes across much better in Hicks’ account than he does in many, if not most, accounts. Of course, he’s also Pamela first cousin.
Perhaps the most interesting person in her book is her grandmother, Queen Victoria’s granddaughter and sister to the last Czarina of Russia, and also Prince Phillip’s grandmother, among other famous relations. He name was also Victoria. She was outspoken, brilliant, adventurous, an expert in naval law, a voracious reader, and an odd mix of egalitarianism and insistence on rank. She loved to argue with everyone and usually bested everyone. Pamela credits her with the total lack of prejudice the family had toward others and which stood them in good stead in India and other foreign places where her father served.
One of the most interesting accounts is of the Mountbatten’s time in India where her father presided as the last Viceroy of India. From her descriptions and the contacts they kept, it is clear that the entire family fell in love with India and was reluctant to leave. At least mother and daughters were. Father Louis had a most daunting task in handing over the “jewel in the crown.” Hers is not a history book but the memories of an eighteen year old girl at this momentous time in the history of India. Still there are interesting details and insights from a first person observer. Historians may disagree about whether breaking up India and making of a separate country for the Muslims in Pakistan was inevitable or forced on the viceroy, forced by a promise made previously by former Prime Minister Churchill. Or was it simply the correct action to take? As Pamela describes the situation, it did not seem possible that a united India could be achieved; therefore the partition had to be made and the transfer of power from Britain to the separate states had to be made quickly because the country was in turmoil and the new leaders, not the British, needed to make the decisions. There is a sense of the anguish her father felt, the admirable role that Gandhi played in trying to keep peace, the riots and the suffering notwithstanding, and most of all the family’s deep and abiding friendship with Jawaharlal Nehru. He comes off very well in this book. He’s described as kind, intelligent, warm, charming, and idealistic. And also impeccably dressed. He and Pamela seem to have established a lasting friendship; she received letters and gifts from him long after the family had left India.
Of course the special bond was between Nehru and Pamela’s mother, Edwina. There has been much speculation that Nehru and Edwina had an affair. Pamela is sure they didn’t. She certainly was aware of their deep friendship when the family was in India. Rumors about an affair between her mother and Nehru persisted long after the family left India. When her mother died and she was going through her mother’s things, she read the letters her mother had received from Nehru over the years. Now, as an adult, she wondered if she would still feel that the friendship between her mother and Nehru was not physical. She did. She concludes they were soul mates with a profound connection to each other. Not lovers.
Her memories and connections to Mr. Jinnah, the head of the Muslim League, are not as fond. Even her father, with his formidable charm, could not win him over. She describes him as extremely sophisticated, a perfect English speaker, and immovable. Unknown to almost everyone at that time, Jinnah was ill. When he died a few years later, Pamela’s father speculates that may have been one reason Jinnah was so unyielding. He wanted to hand the Muslims a country of their own. The family was also in India when Gandhi was assassinated and attended his funeral.
If Edwina and Nehru did not have an affair that did not mean Edwina did not have many others. Indeed the number and confusion of suitors coming and going make the Mountbatten household appear like a Noel Coward play. And maybe Noel Coward fashioned one or more of his plays on Edwina – they were friends after all. Only two of her affairs appear to have been serious and those men were incorporated into the Mountbatten household as was Louis Mountbatten’s one serious affair, a French woman who also became a good family friend and on whom the novella and musical “Gigi” is based. It was a most unconventional household but seemed to work. Pamela clearly loved her father but, perhaps, she admired her mother more than she loved her. Her mother could never stay home, even when or especially when her children were very young. But during WW II and after, she seems to have found a vocation. Pamela writes of her mother’s enormous capacity for work, for organizing, for getting things done and how she threw herself unstintingly into charity work all over the world in the direst situations.
In this book, Hicks takes us up to her 30th year, the year of her marriage. There are many details in her book that interested me and I felt that I liked her. Despite her privileged upbringing, she never seems snobbish, clearly has a sense of humor, and seems to have inherited her father’s capacity for making friends. He writing style is chatty; yet the tone is somehow flat and everything is too neat and tidy. It’s interesting but not emotionally involving. Maybe that’s just her upbringing. She does give you some of the tidbits you like to read in gossip columns about the royal family. For example:
• Princess Elisabeth liked having Pamela around so she’d have someone to giggle with.
• She depicts Elizabeth and Phillip’s leaving their children in order to carry out their royal duties as being much more difficult for them than we are usually led to believe.
• In Ceylon/Sri Lanka, she writes about how unbearably hot it was (torture), especially for Princess Elizabeth who had to wear heavy robes to open Parliament and how she was burnt, even through all her stiff petticoats.
• She describes an incident that nearly brought an end to a church service. At the close of a Sunday service aboard the Britannia, the priest offers a prayer for the Royal Family naming all except Princess Anne. When he came to the end, Anne’s small but furious voice was heard, “He hasn’t prayed for me, Mummy.”
• The Mountbattens always had a menagerie of all sorts, mostly brought back to England from some foreign port – dogs, lions, wallabies, an anteater, and always ponies and horses. In fact, I often couldn’t figure out if Pamela was talking about one of her beloved pets or a person. They brought a mongoose, whom they named Neola, back to England from India. He seemed to have the run of their house, regardless of who were the guests. On one visit by Princess Elizabeth, she told Pamela, “Pammy, I am quite fond of Neola and I don’t mind him coming into my bedroom. I don’t even mind him opening my box of chocolates. But must he take a bite out of every single one of them?”