The Sound of Music Story Jar

This isn’t real gold. I only wore for 6 performances when I fulfilled a lifelong dream—playing Maria in the Sound of Music. As a little girl I fell in love with the entire movie and the story itself. I loved the music. The thrill of romance. The beautiful dances. The allure of Austria’s beauty. The seven children. The soaring power of Julie Andrews’ voice.

I would beg my daddy to stop being a minister and become a priest so that I could grow up, join a convent, then unjoin said convent to marry a naval sea captain with seven children! He chuckled as he explained why that wasn’t possible. Sigh. I settled for coercing my little sister and lots of neighborhood children into play Liesel, Freiderich, Gretel, Marta, Kurt and the rest. The Captain was usually an exceptionally handsome tree.

For the six weeks of rehearsals and those scant performances, I lived out this dream. It was every bit as stunning as I imagined it to be. No one could believe how quickly I memorized the lines. If they had only known.

In a story for another day, I was gifted with an all-expense paid trip to Europe, and I did indeed go to Austria. I ran all over the Alps and tiny towns, singing “My Favorite Things” and “I Have Confidence,” to my heart’s content. The views and the experience became soul tattoos.

But what all of that did for me was to prepare me for a true dream, one that would become my life. I marched down the aisle to the wedding processional from The Sound of Music, beautifully rendered on the organ by my best friend and college roommate. Members of the cast sat in a different audience for a one and only showing: my marriage to Greg Dagnan. He’s a police chief, not a naval captain. We have four children, not seven. But he is my dream.

Every year, I watch this timeless musical with my four blessings and tell them stories of the times when I was Maria for a short season. It is sweet to remember.

The make-believe euphoria of my on-stage wedding ban became a reminder of the concrete commitment that came with this new date-to-remember. July 29, 1995. An endless circle, precious metal, never-ending love. My real life love who has weathered both physical tornadoes and those of the soul. My Sound of Music ring rested in my monogrammed box on my dresser until I recently moved it to the story jar. It is a vital part of my past, but not my future.

I still want a Sound of Music gazebo though.

I am to the left of all these wonderful stage children. JLT 1994

 

2 Responses to The Sound of Music Story Jar

  • Jill Blaylock says:

    When my mother-in-law (Will’s mother) died unexpectedly in 1998, my oldest child was 5 and my youngest was only 18 months old. To help them remember my mother-in-law we gathered items that represented her personality. Each item would allow us to tell a story about Grandma Shirley Blaylock. Each child has a Mason jar of similar items. Patriotic sheet music revealing her yearly participation in the General Baptist Church’s “Freedom Celebration”; a recipe written in her handwriting; jewelry, miniature salt and pepper shakers she collected and a myriad of other items dear to her heart. The Mason jar itself represents the canning of vegetable grown right on the farm. It is a sort of “remembrance” story jar that helps us remember a loved one who is gone. Thanks for your stories.

    • admin says:

      Jill, I love the idea of a remembrance jar! What a treasure to help children remember their grandparents or anyone they love who goes Home too soon. Hugs.

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