Not that I am a big fan of Mary Poppins. As a European woman, born in the mid-seventies, the heroes of my childhood were not necessarily Disney creations.
On the contrary, I was much more fascinated by the protagonists in the unforgettable books of the Swedish children’s book writer Astrid Lindgren. Yes, Lindgren is the one who created the unconventional, humorous and fearless girl Pippi Longstocking. No doubt, the assertive and independent Pippi made for a brilliant role-model for young daughters of the generation of recently emancipated mothers. So no surprises there.
Burned into our brains
However, back to the photograph above and my Mary Poppins-induced nostalgia: once upon a time, an aunt of ours gave my sister and me an audio cassette with Mary Poppins songs, which (for some reason) we got addicted to in a split second and played over and over again, to the extent that the tape was totally worn-out and sounded rather bizarre after a few weeks. Sort of like Mary Poppins after three bottles of Vodka! In any event, we had internalized the songs in no time (just as we had memorized all the other “audio dramas” for kids) – in fact, they must have burned themselves into our brains, preserved for eternity.
Mary Poppins flashback
When my sister and I walked along Broadway a year ago, we spotted this huge billboard for the Mary Poppins musical and felt compelled to take a silly little photograph. And even worse: we both started singing ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’. I know: borderline embarrassing, but – hey – there was definitely lots of nostalgia in the air.