#dickie mountbatten

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Little Dickie with his bear 1904. A childhood photo of Prince Louis Mountbatten 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma.

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Lord Louis "Dickie" Mountbatten

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Traitor King: the Scandalous Exile of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor by Andrew Lownie #HouseofWindsor

I'll read anything on Great Britain's royal family, but especially about #EdwardVIII, who gave it all up to marry an American. At least that was the story at the time. The truth is much different #TraitorKing by #AndrewLownie peels back the layers.

Traitor King, by Sunday Times bestselling author Andrew Lownie, looks at the years following the abdication of Edward VIII when the former king was kept in exile, feuding with his family over status for his wife, Wallis Simpson, and denied any real job. Drawing on extensive research into hitherto unused archives and Freedom of Information requests, it makes the case that the Duke and Duchess of…

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Lord and Lady Louis Mountbatten in their house Adsdean with the Prince of Wales' Equerry "Fruity" Metcalfe.

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Adventures with Dickie!!! Peterhof 1908

Lord Louis Mountbatten (aka dickie) visiting his cousins (OTMAA) at the Lower Dacha in Peterhof 1908

Photos from Olga Nikolaevna’s 1907-1908 album

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Newspaper article announcing engagement of Nada de Torby and Prince George of Battenberg.

Nadejda Mikhailovna de Torby was the daughter of exiled Grand Duke Mikhail Mikhailovich and his morganactic wife, Sophie, Countess de Torby. Nada was a first cousin of Irina Alexandrovna and her brothers, as well as Nina and Xenia Georgievna. Prince George of Battenberg (later 2nd Marquess of Milford Haven) was the elder son of Louis of Battenberg and his wife, Princess Victoria of Hesse. He was a first cousin of OTMAA and elder brother of Maria's admirer, Dickie Mountbatten. They married on 15 November, 1916 and had two children, Tatiana (1917) and David (1919).

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Yeah, Scobie's chapter on Diana is an interesting one. It's all over the place so you just want to tell him 'Get to the point, man!'

I should quote everything you said. So agree. OS, MM, and H are so desperate to have a corner of Diana's .... I don't know what to call it - her shine, all the things the other anon wrote about her - that is their entire focus where she is concerned. She was an icon then, she is an icon now, and they all three want that for themselves. Without even having a clue what it was made of. And none of the three have even a corner of what she was made of. Not even her negatives.

While I'm sure CC would love to see her memory banished, her son, the one who really knows her and who actually protects her memory, will never allow that to happen. I am sure that one of his early acts when he is King will be to return her HRH. He actually loves her for who she was. The stuff you said OS wrote about the Bashir interview - the whole point of the revelations was that Bashir & Co. worked hard to bolster the feelings of paranoia she genuinely developed. The whole interview was a product of that. That was William's point. But at the end of the day, it wouldn't have mattered what William said. The three would have twisted it. William is brilliant for never getting near anything those three do or say.

When she was young, MM was obsessed with Diana. She would give anything to be Diana and all that entails. H is still 12. And OS is fame and power hungry. They use Diana's memory to try to get what they want and end up just tarnishing it. I will be SO glad when they all disappear from center stage. So sick of the whole lot.

Frankly, it wouldn't surprise me if Meghan lobbied hard to get some of Diana's charities and patronages, but was told 'no' and that played a part in who she hates/why she hates the BRF. I really can't wait until there's more time removed from Megxit and Meghan's reign of terror to get the real stories.

Charles does seem to have become a bit more kinder to Diana's memory as the years have gone by, especially more recently. He does have experience losing a loved one tragically and unexpectedly (vis a vis Dickie Mountbatten and Hugh Lindsay) so he was able to support William and Harry somewhat at the time of her passing but I don't think he truly grasped how difficult it was for them to lose Diana until he lost his own parents. I think that gave him some perspective, but that could very well be my own wishful thinking.

Interesting that you mention Harry being still 12. I read a paper once that theorized celebrities are emotionally stunted at the age they were when they became famous, and boy does that ring true for Harry. I'm sure he knew he was popular growing up because of all the cameras around him, but he probably became aware of just how famous he was at age 12 with Diana's passing and he got the double whammy of fame + tragedy. Fortunately William got him therapy so Harry was at least able to mature to mid-twenties, but then he met Meghan and he regressed back to 12 years old in some gross Oedipus fairy tale.

There's no excuse for Meghan and Scobie. Like the another anon pointed out, they just leeched onto the same host to resuscitate their dying careers.

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Africa Calling - Part 1

September 1979

Camilla stretched her arms and with a little sigh sat down on the comfortable sun lounger by the pool again, her legs bent in front of her chest. The first half of September had been unusually warm this year and it was wonderful to soak up the sun. Charles, who was sitting on the sun lounger next to her, was still fiddling with his new video camera. Earlier this month he had captured Tom’s first day of school with it and just yesterday he had filmed how little Laura was taking more and more firm steps, almost running off now.

After a little less than one month after Lord Mountbatten’s death it seemed like Charles was finally starting to really enjoy life again. With Camilla and her wonderful warmth and joie de vivre it felt free and simple, carefree and somehow just… perfect. In April, right after Laura’s first birthday, Andrew had been called to Rhodesia and would be staying there for the foreseeable future without much furlough, much to Charles’s delight. If he had his will, he would probably have moved in by now, Camilla knew. Well, in a way he had, at least since Uncle Dickie’s death anyway… He was spending more time with her children and her than ever before and whenever he was off duty he came around. Camilla, too, felt much happier since they spent so much regular time together, but they both knew, too, that they had to be more careful than ever. With Tom turning 5 in December and having started school on September 3rd, he began to understand and talk more, so they were very careful to not let anything of their love show in front of him.    

“Hey, Miss Sexy!”, Charles suddenly said and held his video camera directly at Camilla, who was looking absolutely to die for in a rather small stunning red bikini with white polka dots. One and a half years after Laura’s birth, she’d lost almost all of the baby-weight and looked most perfect, though she had never really bothered about her weight. She’d also grown and nurtured her hair and it was now falling over her shoulders in almost long, golden waves. He loved that length on her, it made her look like a goddess.

Camilla tilted her head towards him, tried to look indignant and breathed a shy “No pictures, please!”, but after a second failed miserably and was only able to splutter and almost fell off the sun lounger. 

“Silly girl,” Charles grinned with a shake of his head. “I’m not taking photos, I’m filming you.” And indeed, he was sure he’d taken the most amazing clips of her, capturing her wonderful laugh, her beautiful body and pretty surely he’d even managed to highlight her incredibly sexy venus dimples that he loved so much. 

“You’re an idiot.” She rolled her eyes as Charles’s lens came way too close to her cleavage and she playfully put her hand in front of it. “No, no, no,” she laughed. “You’re being naughty, Sir.” With one smooth, quick movement she grabbed the camera and carefully pushed it to the side and into the grass. 

“And you’re being cheeky, Miss,” he retorted, saving his camera before he snatched a kiss from her, which suddenly led to a playful tiff, heating up the whole situation out of nowhere. They’d made love not too long ago, earlier this morning, but the tingling and prickling still hung in the air and flushed through both their bodies. Camilla hadn’t planned on it, but she’d fallen madly in love with Charles again just around her 30th birthday last year. Charles, on the other hand, had never stopped loving her and was still head over heels in love. He was crazy about her and would probably be all of his life. At least he couldn’t imagine a day in his life where didn’t love or want her.

“Let’s continue this conversation in bed,” Camilla breathed against the Prince’s mouth. “My legs can’t wait to hear what your hands have to say…”

x

Camilla looked at Charles in surprise, then laughed and threw her head back, looking absolutely sexy without intending to. “You must be joking!”

Charles shook his head and stroked tenderly over Camilla’s naked back. “I’m being very serious, my darling.” he replied, but he could read on her face that she was still trying to figure out if he was taking the mickey out of her or if he’d suddenly gone mad because of his suggestion.

She turned to her side, presenting her wonderfully full breasts. “Darling, you can’t be,” she shook her head.

“But I am,” he insisted, kissing her collar, which made her smile.

“Are you sure you’re not in some kind of a post-coital bemusement or something?”, she giggled, teasingly running her index finger over his stomach and down to his crutch. It made him moan and she grinned again, lovingly and sexily at once. 

Camilla noticed very well how much will-power it took Charles to push her slightly away. “Let’s talk about it with a sober mind, maybe at tea time when we’ve recovered from that wonderful orgasm?!” he suggested with a smirk, making no secret out of just how much he loved that lusty lush life with her. 

“Are you talking about mine or yours?” she teasingly poked him in the ribs and they both laughed. Then she propped herself up on her elbows. “How about before the children are running and rampaging around us again?”

x

Later that day the lovers sat in the garden again, right in the grass with Laura chasing around them as good as she could. The sun was still up in the sky and bees and butterflies were humming in the air. Camilla had well avoided the topic they’d been talking about earlier that day, but she could read on his face that wasn’t through with it yet.

“Lovey,” he nudged her, “I’ve been very serious when I asked you to be my official companion for Rhodesia. You’re the perfect fit!”

Camilla shook her head in disbelief. “In your wildest dreams, darling.” How could Charles seriously consider her as an official companion for the handover of Rhodesia? She was just a mum and housewife and, most of all: his affair.

“You’re absolutely underestimating yourself, darling.”, Charles contered. “Let me tell you why you’re perfect.” He kissed her palm. “Firstly, you’re happily married to Andrew and he’s the leader down there. So, obviously, you want to be with him at that particular event, you’re a proud army wife after all.” He heard Camilla’s chortle, but chose to ignore it. “Secondly, because you’re happily married nobody’s going to think anything when you’re accompanying me.”

“Despite all our friends and the rest of high society…” Camilla interposed with an amused grin.

Charles shook his head and placed his index finger on her mouth. “Thirdly, you know how to behave, are a perfect companion and, first and foremost, you make me very, very, very happy. Just imagine a grumpy Prince of Wales at such an important event…”

“And your family would, of course, totally approve,” she replied ironically, rolling her eyes.

“Well, Uncle Dickie can’t complain anymore and Mummy actually thinks it’s a nice idea.”

“Your mother thinks ‘it’s a nice idea’?!” Camilla raised an eyebrow.

Charles shrugged his shoulders, his face unimpressed. “Yes.”

“There’s no way I’m going to get into a plane for what, 13 hours?!”

“Not even for your favourite little prince?” Charles looked at her with puppy eyes. 

“Darling, I’m going to embarrass you… the monarchy… I’m just… you know… your devoted old house wife friend from the countryside…”

“You’re the perfect consort, my darling.”, he encouraged her. “And I’ll reward you graciously”, he whispered into her ear, which made Camilla giggle.

“Fool,” she laughed, but then got serious. “I’ll think it through. But don’t put your hopes up.”

Charles rolled to the side, a content smile on his face. For the moment that was all he needed to know.

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What were king George V's relations with lord Mountbatten known as dicky, do you know? Waiting for an answer, thnx

hi! Not sure if they had much of a relationship. George was first cousins with Lord Mountbatten's mother, Victoria, and just knew Dickie as a distant relative.

When George was visiting a ship that Lord Mountbatten was in charge of, he was heard telling the crew how Dickie would walk around as a child with a teddy bear, which is a great example of George's tactlessness. George meant no harm, but Lord Mountbatten was understandably embarrassed.

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Andrew Lownie recounts how he became the victim of state surveillance as a result of his successful efforts to secure the release of the personal diaries and letters of Dickie and Edwina Mountbatten – bought by the University of Southampton with public funds to be open to researchers – in what became the largest-ever release of material under Freedom of Information (FOI), 33,000 pages, but which personally cost him over £400,000 in legal fees. Drawing on his own research experiences, he also describes the failure of government departments to deposit records at the National Archives as required by statute, the techniques public authorities use to frustrate FOI requests and suggests how FOI could be improved. All of this curation, he argues, leads to a distortion of the historical record and the censoring of our history.

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Prince Louis of Battenberg ( Lord Mountbatten ) 1904

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Radio Broadcast: 27 January 2006 | © BBC Sounds

Article Published: 25 January 2006 | By Sian Price

In January 1945, Air Gunner Norman Richardson and his pilot were shot down by a Japanese fighter plane, to be rescued by the young naval officer who would become HRH Prince Philip.

Some 60 years after he was plucked from the sea off Sumatra by a Royal Navy destroyer, Norman "Dickie" Richardson meets his rescuer at Buckingham Palace. The men are older, but their memories are fresh and vivid as they launch into wartime reminiscences.

"Good morning Your Royal Highness." "It's you again! Well, at least you're dry this time." "Do you remember the last time we met?"

They first met during the largest air strike ever launched by the Royal Navy. Planes from four aircraft carriers of the British Pacific Fleet launched a decisive attack on two Japanese-held oil refineries on Sumatra, causing damage which virtually stopped the supply of fuel to South-East Asia, a crucial factor in bringing about the end of the war in the Pacific.

But there was a cost for the attackers. "It was a bit on the dangerous side" says Dickie, recalling the obstacles faced - balloon cables, anti-aircraft fire and Japanese fighters, one of which shot his plane down.

The plane was hit in the hydraulics, and a fire broke out on board. Underpowered and rapidly losing height, Dickie and his pilot, Roy "Gus" Halliday, made for the Java Sea where the plane crashed. The previously untold story of how they survived is recounted in a BBC Radio 4 documentary.

All but sunk

"I was relieved to make it over the jungle - you didn't want to crash there. Aside from the wild animals, there were a lot of wild people as well," says Dickie, who says captured aircrews faced beheading and torture by the Japanese.

The plane hit the water about a mile from HMS Whelp, part of Force 63, a group of destroyers whose job it was to patrol the waters around Sumatra.

As the downed men struggled to inflate their life raft, and with the plane rapidly filling with water, the first lieutenant of Whelp dispatched a rescue boat to haul them to safety.

"The first lieutenant was leaning over the rail and introduced himself as Lieutenant Philip," recalls Dickie. He arranged clean, dry clothes for them, and ensured they were fed and watered. At the time, they had no idea who he was - but his friendliness and efficiency remained with them.

It was some time later that Dickie discovered the true identity of his rescuer when a friend told him about the framed picture of Elizabeth that Prince Philip had in his private cabin. The royal wedding would be two years later and at the time, he was still Philip Mountbatten, Prince of Greece, aged 23.

Close to the throne

Halliday also recalls the first meeting: "He didn't explain that he was very closely connected to Buckingham Palace - he was very discreet."

He became friendly with Prince Philip on the passage to Western Australia. "He was willing to talk about anything that might interest two blokes who - let's face it - were of a very similar age. Still are."

The 21-year-old pilot went on to become Vice-Admiral Sir Roy Halliday, but not until after one more royal rescue. Upon arrival in Freemantle, Prince Philip took him ashore for some celebratory drinks - and ensuring that he made it back to the ship after a number of customary rums.

The men retain a humility and modesty about their roles, seeing themselves as just one of many fighting to bring about peace. As Prince Philip recalls of his part in the rescue: "I was just another naval officer."

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A selection of postcards sent at Christmas and Easter by the Russian Imperial Family from Lord Louis Mountbatten's collection.

Anastasia: 17 May 1910 My darling Dick, I want to see you. What kind of weather are you having? Are you all alone in London? When shall you see your sisters? I wish you were here so that we could play together. Olga Tatiana and Marie send their love and many kisses to you and all. From your loving Anastasia

Alexei: For dear Dicky. From Alexei 1910

Tatiana: Darling Dicky, How are you now? I hope you feel better n(and?) can go to (?), Please write to me how you are. We were all in the (?)it was very nice. Now good-bye.(The last card is from Alix the Tsarina and actually I have no idea about the rest handwriting😅😭🏃)

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Lord Louis Mountbatten (dickie) as a child playing with the Romanov children 1909

Dickie was Prince Phillip’s uncle and King Charles’s Great Uncle but he was also first cousins of OTMAA! Their mothers were sisters and the children got to visit each other often. Grand Duchesses Maria and Anastasia were the closest to him because he was right in the middle of their ages.

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George Mountbatten and his wife Nadejda de Torby.

George was the son of Victoria of Hesse, elder sister of Elizaveta and Alexandra Feodorovna, making him the older brother of Dickie Mountbatten and a first cousin of OTMAA. Nadejda was the daughter of Grand Duke Mikhail Mikhailovich and his wife morganatic wife, Sophie of Merenberg. Nada was a first cousin of Irina Alexandrovna and her brothers, as well as Nina and Xenia Georgievna.