Morning Call – April 13, 2005

Prince Ranier

 

Dear Friends,

            Good morning. When Prince Rainier of Monaco died last week, I thought about the circumstances that brought Mighty Betsy and me to his palace in 1983. At the time, I served as a director on the American Newspaper Publisher’s Association. My assignment was to represent small newspapers on the 20-person board.

            Among my fellow directors were: Charles Brumbach (Chicago Tribune), Robert Erburu (Los Angeles Times), Katherine Graham (Washington Post), Alan Neuharth (founder of U.S.A.Today), Donald Newhouse (Newark Star Ledger, countless newspapers and national magazines), Warren Phillips (Wall Street Journal), and Arthur “Punch” Sulzberger (New York Times) just to name a few. As a matter of fact, M.B. and I were present for the birthing of U.S.A. Today. Its Volume 1, Number 1 front-page story in September 1982 was the car crash, which took the life of Princess Grace, the glamorous daughter of the Kelly family of Philadelphia.

            A year later, the A.N.P.A. board and our spouses were visiting London, Nice, and Monaco. It was the first anniversary of Princess Grace’s death. Prince Ranier sent 10 matching, navy blue Mercedes limousines to bring our entourage to his palace. Miniature royal flags were affixed to each car. Motorcycle policemen led and followed the procession. Crowds gathered as the parade wound through the streets and up the hill to the palace courtyard. It must have been quite a sight.

            As we ascended the stairs to Ranier’s second floor, lavish quarters, I tripped and almost fell. A huge portrait of George Washington had startled me. Obviously Princess Grace was a fan of G.W.

            Our guides had prepared us to spend only one hour with the prince who was still in mourning. Protocol dictated that each couple was to speak with him for only a few moments and then move on. The prince was very shy, we were told.

            Prince Albert was not present but Princess Caroline and Stephanie were. Uniformed footmen wearing white silk gloves announced each couple. Caroline walked up to M.B. and asked, “Are you Anne Meredith’s mother?” M.B. was speechless. It turned out that Caroline had been our daughter’s “big sister” at Camp Oneka in the Poconos for several summers. The Kelly’s hosted their grandchildren in America each summer. Caroline was a fan of camping in the Pocs.

            A few moments later, Stephanie shook hands with me and asked if I were Ty Meredith’s father? Ty never told us that he had occasionally dated Stephanie during his scholarship year in Paris. Small world.  My fellow publishers were just as astounded as we were.

            The prince’s team had done their homework. He understood that I rowed on the Schuylkill River and knew his brother in law, Jack Kelly, the Olympic oarsman. The prince seemed genuinely pleased to meet someone from the Philadelphia region and encouraged our group to stay much longer than the plan called for.

            The next day, as M.B. and I were walking through the cobbled streets, a limo screeched to a halt and a beautiful young woman bounced out of the vehicle. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Meredith,” Stephanie called out! We’ll always remember those very special days.

            And so, Prince Albert has succeeded his father and will govern Monaco where, as the New York Times reported (April 10), “Except for the unlucky French, there is no income tax, no capital gains tax and no inheritance tax, which explains the large number of wealth, elderly women spending their golden years here.”

            Ah, what memories.

            Sincerely,

            Charles Meredith