“When you send it flying up there, all at once you’re lighter than air…”
My daughter and I watched Mary Poppins a couple of nights ago. That was after we watched “Saving Mr. Banks,” how Walt Disney persuaded P.L. Travis the author of Mary Poppins to allow him to make the movie.
Neglected kids had a magical nanny come to take them on outings, play games, never be cross or cruel, never give them castor oil or gruel and never smell of barley water…. They got to laugh on the ceiling, jump in and out of chalk drawings, and Mary Poppins, instead of allowing Mr. Banks to fire her, tricks him into taking this children, Jane and Michael, on an outing to the bank where he works. The father, George Banks, gives Michael, his son, a Tuppens to start a bank account.
On the walk to the Bank, Michael sees the old Bird Lady at the Cathedral and wants to spend his Tuppens to feed the birds as the old Bird Woman pleads. Instead, he is dragged along reluctantly to the bank.
The bank wants the money, the Tuppens. They want it enough to grab it from the boy’s hand. In the tussle, noise and confusion there is a run on the bank.
Any reference here to us?
The movie was about saving Mr. Banks, about personal crisis and redemption. It takes Travis’ tragic childhood and writes a happy ending to it.
The healing value of Art.
When you don’t know what to say, say a nonsense word like "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
Take a sad story and write a happy ending.
And go fly a kite.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,”
Jo
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the
world the master calls a butterfly.”
― Richard Bach
