The Fairytale of the White Rose of York: The Royal Wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Kent
In 1961, Queen Elizabeth II's cousin married the daughter of a Yorkshire baronet in a glamorous ceremony held at York Minster, with five future sovereigns in the congregation
On Friday, Buckingham Palace shared the sad news that the 92-year-old Duchess of Kent had passed away the previous evening, surrounded by family in her home at Kensington Palace. Today, in memory of the elegant Duchess, we take a look back at the day she married the Duke of Kent in a glittering royal ceremony in Yorkshire.
There were white roses everywhere. As Princess Marina stepped inside York Minster, fresh off a train journey north from London, the scent of roses filled the ancient church. Television camera operators and lighting experts fiddled with their tech equipment, sending spotlights flashing across the stone pillars and floor. But the roses were still the center of attention: rambler roses, wild roses, a cascade of white flowers grown in the countryside and chosen by the bride to surround her on her wedding day in a nod to the traditional White Rose of York.
Princess Marina, who had been Duchess of Kent since her royal wedding three decades earlier, had arrived at the church to inspect the preparations for the wedding of her son, Prince Edward, the following afternoon. Edward had become Duke of Kent at the tender age of six, when his father had perished in a plane crash during the war. Marina had been left to care for the young Duke and his siblings, Princess Alexandra and Prince Michael, without her husband. Buoyed by family members, and bolstered by her strong sense of royal self, she soldiered on. Now, she was on the verge of being supplanted by a new Duchess of Kent—and a commoner, at that.
While stationed with his regiment, the Royal Scots Greys, in Yorkshire, Prince Edward had fallen in love with Katharine Lucy Worsley, the daughter of a local baronet. The match was not exactly the kind of royal one that Marina had hoped her son would make. She didn’t like that Katharine was a commoner, and she didn’t like that she was a few years older than Edward. She had hoped that Edward, who was twenty-one when the romance blossomed, would not embark on a serious romance until he was more mature. When Edward confessed that he wanted to marry Katharine, Marina asked her son to wait.
The couple, discouraged, had separated. Edward spent a year serving with his regiment abroad in Germany. Meanwhile, Katharine left her family home, Hovingham Hall, to travel to Canada. She spent time working behind the counter at Birks, a jewelry store in Toronto, before going on a bus tour that took her to California and then on to Mexico. She was in Mexico City when a bouquet of flowers arrived. The card bore a single letter—E—but the message was clear. Katharine booked her return trip to England to be reunited with her royal beau, and soon the pair were officially engaged.
In March 1961, the Duke’s betrothal was announced to the world. With her hand tucked in the bend of his elbow, Edward and Katharine stepped out into the gardens at Kensington Palace to greet photographers and journalists on March 8. Against a background of budding daffodils, Katharine beamed in a cobalt blue dress and jacket, a color that beautifully reflected the hue of the central stone set in her sapphire and diamond engagement ring. Soon, Princess Marina and Princess Alexandra, with Katharine’s parents, joined them for a family portrait. The time spent apart had given Marina a chance to more fully come to terms with her son’s marriage plans, and she smiled widely for the cameras.
The Queen happily gave permission for the nuptials to go forward, and the wedding was scheduled for June in Yorkshire. The ceremony would take place at York Minster, the city’s medieval cathedral. The dramatic Gothic architecture of the church would provide a gorgeous background for a royal wedding, the first held in the cathedral since the marriage of King Edward III to Philippa of Hainault in 1328.
Princess Marina may not have been able to engineer a royal match for her son, but she ensured that Edward was surrounded by an incredible number of royal relatives and friends on his wedding day. More than fifty members of the British royal family and their extended branches across Europe would be seated in the cathedral to watch Edward and Katharine say their vows. Edward’s younger brother, Prince Michael, recalls in the Duke’s memoir that many of them traveled up together on the royal train ahead of the wedding, and antics ensued during lunch. Crown Prince Constantine of Greece—Edward’s second cousin, who would later reign as the last King of the Hellenes—sneaked away and put on a waiter’s uniform. He pestered the unsuspecting Princess Royal, who did not recognize him, until he finally gave up the farce.
The weather in York was changeable as the royal train pulled into the station, but the sun broke through the clouds in time for the arrivals at the cathedral. Cheering crowds lined the streets all around the church—and all the way along the route to the bride’s home, twenty miles away—pavements teeming with enthusiastic royal watchers playing cards and eating breakfast after a night sleeping outdoors. They were delighted when the elegantly-dressed royals began their procession, though they would surely have been hard-pressed to identify many of the cousins who had flown in from abroad.
The first royal guests to arrive were those whose titles, or lack thereof, hid their glittering family ties. Lord and Lady Brabourne, with David and Lady Pamela Hicks, were joined by Major Richard and Lady Katherine Brandram. Patricia and Pamela were the daughters of Earl Mountbatten, who had been born a Battenberg prince, while Katherine before her marriage had been Princess Katherine of Greece and Denmark, the youngest daughter of King Constantine I of the Hellenes. Howard Oxenberg followed with his wife, the former Princess Elizabeth of Yugoslavia, who was Princess Marina’s niece. Also with them were a pair of Teck cousins, Lady Helena Gibbs and the Duchess of Beaufort with her Duke.
And then, a jumble of British, Greek, German, and Yugoslav royal cousins. Princess Alice, Countess of Athlone—granddaughter of Queen Victoria and sister-in-law of Queen Mary—arrived, as did Lord Mountbatten. Princess Marina’s nephew, Hans Veit of Toerring-Jettenbach, son of the late Princess Elizabeth, was there. So were Archduke Heinrich of Austria and his wife, Archduchess Ludmilla, the Count and Countess von Kyburg. (They were the in-laws of Hans Veit’s sister, Helene.) Another of Marina’s nephews, Prince Alexander of Yugoslavia, was there. So was Alexander’s cousin, Prince Tomislav of Yugoslavia, who was married to Princess Margarita of Baden, a niece of the Duke of Edinburgh (and therefore also a Greek royal cousin). Princess Eugenie, another Greek royal cousin, attended without her husband, Prince Raimondo della Torre e Tasso. Princess Ileana of Romania, the youngest daughter of Queen Marie, was with them as well. And then two couples with strong British connections: Prince and Princess Georg of Denmark and Prince and Princess Friedrich of Prussia. Princess George, née Anne Bowes-Lyon, was a niece of the Queen Mother, while Princess Friedrich was born Lady Brigid Guinness.
Later processions boasted guests with even stronger family connections and even more elevated royal roles. Marina’s brother-in-law and sister, Prince Paul and Princess Olga of Yugoslavia, were in a place of prominence. Their cousin (and sister of the Duke of Edinburgh), Princess Margarita of Hohenlohe-Langenburg, arrived with her son, Prince Kraft. The family of the Princess Royal—the Earl and Countess of Harewood, with Gerald and Angela Lascelles—stepped into the cathedral with the Duke and Duchess of Fife and Sir Alexander and Lady Patricia Ramsay. Patricia’s niece, Crown Princess Margrethe of Denmark, was nearby with several fellow heirs, including Crown Prince Harald of Norway and Crown Prince Constantine of Greece. Constantine’s sister, Princess Sophia, was there, too—and at the wedding, she met her future husband, Prince Juan Carlos of Spain, who was there with his father and grandmother. Prince Charles of Luxembourg and Princess Irene of the Netherlands could be spotted in the crowd as well.
As the Count of Barcelona stepped into the cathedral, the crowd began to see more and more familiar faces and realized that the appearance of the bride and groom—and the Queen—was close at hand. Juan arrived with his son, Juan Carlos, and the Princess Royal. Next came the Gloucesters, the Duke and the Duchess with their elder son, Prince William, and then Princess Margaret and Antony Armstrong-Jones, who had just announced that they were expecting their first child.
The little group of bridesmaids in white and yellow organdie and satin, capably shepherded by ten-year-old Princess Anne, were next, followed by the stately duo of the Queen Mother and Queen Ena of Spain, each wearing stunning heirloom brooches. (The Queen Mother opted for Queen Victoria’s Diamond Fringe Brooch, while Queen Ena wore the gray pearl brooch now worn by her great-grandson’s wife, Queen Letizia of Spain.) And then, finally, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent—as she had asked to be known going forward—arrived with Princess Alexandra, followed by the Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh, and the Prince of Wales.
The Queen, wearing the Williamson Pink Diamond Brooch with an ensemble of lilac organza and a white rose of York on her hat, stepped out of her car to roaring applause from the crowd. Inside the cathedral, trumpeters of the Royal Scots Greys announced her arrival with a fanfare. The National Anthem echoed through the church as the Queen walked down the aisle with her husband and her son, following the Dean of York and the Archbishop of York, who would be conducting the ceremony.
Edward and Katharine knew the archbishop well, and soon the Queen would know him even better as well. The Rt. Rev. Dr. Michael Ramsey, who peered out at the monarch from underneath a bushy pair of eyebrows, had been elevated just days before the wedding to the highest office in the Anglican church. He was appointed Archbishop of Canterbury on May 31, 1961, and the Kent royal wedding was his last official duty as Archbishop of York.
Upwards of fifteen hundred people were crowded into the cathedral for the wedding. The Duke remembers in his memoir that the size of the crowd wasn’t daunting as he arrived in dress uniform with his brother, Prince Michael, who had come up from Sandhurst for the ceremony. “It was a large affair. It was incredibly exciting to have it there,” he shared.
The bride’s moment was next. Katharine arrived at the cathedral in a car with her father by her side. “I loved my father very much,” she shared in her husband’s memoir. “We went together obviously. I don’t remember fear.” When she stepped out of the car, the sheer size of her billowing wedding gown was cause for renewed excitement on the part of the crowd. The gown had been designed by Princess Marina’s favorite couturier, John Cavanagh. One syndicated press report explained that it combined “utter simplicity with the formality and importance demanded by a royal occasion,” having been made of “gossamer white silk gauze” and “woven with a light design in iridescent thread.” An astonishing 250 yards of fabric had been used to make the dress, and in a moment of sentimental superstition, a few stitches on the hem had been purposely left unfinished. An additional forty-five yards of silk tulle were used to make the veil. The overall effect was stunning:
The most striking feature was its double train. The skirt, gently belled in the front, and flowing back into a train, returned over a narrow belt to sweep out once again into an imposing over-train. The bodice was close-fitting, with a small roll collar standing well away from the neck, and long tight sleeves fastened with tiny buttons. The veil of silk tulle, held by a diamond bandeau, extended the full length of the train.
The diamond bandeau was a petite jewel, but its size belied its significance. The tiara’s first recorded royal owner was Queen Mary, who liked to wear smaller bandeau-style tiaras for events like nights at the theater. From her, the tiara passed to Princess Marina, who often loaned it to Princess Alexandra to wear at gala occasions. But from 1961 on, the tiara was worn exclusively by the new Duchess of Kent. On her wedding day, she paired the bandeau with diamond earrings and a string of pearls.
The bride—who was, of course, carrying a bouquet of white roses—had arrived at the church precisely three minutes behind schedule. As she and her father processed down the aisle, the organ sounded out Parry’s “O praise ye the Lord!” The organist at the wedding, Francis Jackson, was a good friend of Katharine’s. His suggestion to play Widor’s Toccata in F during the ceremony started a trend for using the piece in weddings across the country. As the bride reached her groom, Edward turned and smiled, and Princess Anne stepped in to handle the bouquet.
One local paper, the Hull Daily Mail, wrote, “Above the bride the great grey Gothic arches of the Minster seemed to bear down with the weight of history. But the slender girl in bridal gown stood straight and unafraid.” The couple said their vows in steady but soft voices. Members of the congregation were surprised to hear the word “obey” included in the vows, though the couple had apparently discussed the wording with the Archbishop ahead of time.
And then, before more than a thousand people looking on in the church and 25 million viewers watching on television, there was a quiet, almost private moment. “Dr. A.M. Ramsey, the genial and unworldly Archbishop of York, soon to move to Canterbury, spoke to them privately and alone as they knelt before the altar,” the Mail reporter noted, adding that his words “may have given the young couple strength.” As Edward and Katharine knelt to pray, many noticed that Princess Marina found herself overcome, dabbing at tears with a handkerchief and fussing with her pearls until she felt more calm.
Next came an address from the Archbishop, and then more hymns (“Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us”), and the couple retreated with their parents, Prince Michael, the Queen, and the Duke of Edinburgh to sign the wedding register. As she returned to the congregation, there was a moment of levity when the new Duchess’s train caught briefly on the altar steps. (She was swiftly freed.) And then, a moment that for Prince Michael was one of the most moving of all. “I remember when my brother and Katharine came away from the altar and bowed to the Queen. As I was at Sandhurst in those days, it was quite a thing to be a part of.” Katharine’s deep, elegant curtsey in her dramatic gown was indeed a highlight of the ceremony for many that day. A reporter for the Birmingham Post noted that the sovereign looked equally pleased: “with a friendly smile, the Queen welcomed her to the family.”
Both Edward and Katharine beamed in joy and relief as they processed out of the church. The bells in the cathedral’s tower began a cacophonous peal as the couple emerged into the bright afternoon. A guard of honor made an archway with their swords, and a pair of pipers in tartan (Royal Stuart, of course) played “Woo’d an’ married an’ a’” as the couple got into the car to drive to Hovingham for the reception—a big job, when you consider the work involved in gathering her voluminous dress into the vehicle—and then switched to “I Hae a Wife o’ my Ain” as they drove away.
There were various predictable mishaps involved with moving hundreds of wedding guests from York along the winding village roads to the Worsley family’s 4,000-acre estate. Twenty-seven royal limousines and sixty chauffeur-driven cars were required for transportation. A car carrying some of the little bridesmaids broke down twice on the journey, and it was decided ultimately to load the girls into a police car to finish the trip. (They certainly earned their traditional gifts from the groom: gold bracelets with pendants engraved with the initials E and K. I wonder whether Princess Anne, who meticulously maintains so much of her wardrobe, still has hers.)
The Liverpool Daily Post reported another colorful incident: “One car caused a few minutes panic when it could not negotiate the narrow gateway into the Dean’s Yard. It was a huge and somewhat elderly limousine and it became jammed in the narrow gateway. It was freed just in time for the next car, but one which was spouting steam from a damaged radiator, to be also disposed of through the gates.”
A thousand well-wishers gathered on the village green in Hovingham to wave to their hometown royal bride, and a thousand bottles of champagne awaited the eager and grateful guests as they arrived at Katharine’s childhood home. First, though, the royals had to endure the traditional portrait session, coordinated on this occasion by the society photographer Cecil Beaton. He recalled chaos. Taking the official pictures, he remembered, “was frustrating to a degree. The four press photographers used up all the Duke’s patience.” He added, “I was taking the only good picture of the day, one of the bride alone, when [the Queen’s press secretary] Colville shouted to me to do what I was told & to take groups.” Princess Marina, he recalled, looked “angry & panic-stricken,” while the Queen was busy “trying to ease her heels out of her shoes.” The photograph that pleased Beaton, an image of the new Duchess in profile, was printed on the cover of Country Life the following week.
And then, after a garden party reception, the Duke and Duchess headed off on their honeymoon. Katharine changed into a blue and green floral silk dress with a blue silk coat and a green hat, while Edward opted for a gray flannel suit. Appropriately for a man who had just married a daughter of York, he popped a white rose into his buttonhole. They were joined on their journey to Birkhall by their two dogs: her poodle, Charles, and his golden lab, Columbus. (Coincidentally, I suppose, one of their grandsons is also named Columbus.)
Meanwhile, the rest of the royals headed out, too. The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh took Charles and Anne with them on the royal train back to London. The Queen Mother hopped on a plane of the Queen’s flight back to London Airport with Lord Mountbatten and the Earl and Countess of Harewood. Both Elizabeth and Dickie had appointments to keep, so they took a helicopter from the airport directly to Buckingham Palace. Mountbatten made it to his dinner commitment with just a few minutes to spare. The Queen Mum had just enough time to change into a ballgown and a tiara before heading off to Covent Garden, where she attended a charity gala performance at the Royal Opera House with the Harewoods.
A few additional notes as we wrap up today’s article:
The Duchess of Kent passed away at the age of 92 on Thursday, surrounded by her family at her home at Kensington Palace. You can read the Times obituary here, the Telegraph obituary here, and the Guardian obituary here.
In memory of the Duchess, I published an article featuring several prominent bejeweled moments from her royal life at The Court Jeweller yesterday. You can read that article here.
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Thank you for making this fascinating account a free preview. I live in York and my parents are both volunteer guides at the Minster so I passed it on to them and they were really interested to read it. I suspect they may have a few visitors to the Minster asking about the wedding in the wake of the Duchess's death. Hovingham is a lovely village, I've been there a few times because it's now home to an excellent restaurant called Myse. I haven't visited the Hall though because it's only open to pre-booked groups, but I would love to see inside, it's right in the centre of the village and the exterior is very impressive!
She was a beautiful bride. The newsreel about the wedding was a treat to watch!