I never watched Mary Poppins as a child. My parents weren’t in to that sort of thing. My Nana and I shared a love of musicals and she took me to see The Sound of Music when it came out at the cinema and to see Carousel at a theatre. This was the only time I ever went to a theatre until I was doing A-level English and we went to the Theatre Royal in Newcastle to see Shakespeare plays. I didn’t watch Mary Poppins with my own children. My son loved the likes of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice and The Sword in the Stone but he thought a story about a nanny would be boring. My daughter, who grew up in the nineties, loved Beauty and the Beast et al from that era but claimed to be certain that older Disney films must be rubbish because they were old. My daughter was a child of unshakeable certainties. So the only time I have watched Mary Poppins was with my grandchildren at the insistence of their mother, my step daughter. I was amazed. How could two parents devote so little time and energy to looking after their adorable children? I was relieves when Mary Poppins turned up and sorted everyone out, and I do mean everyone. When she left, the parents had realised that their most important job was to actively care for their children and that, although they could and should have other interests and commitments, this should never be forgotten or taken for granted. Throw in dancing penguins, Dick Van Dyke’s so bad it’s good Cockney accent, everything about Julie Andrews and some amazing songs and I loved it.
Fast forward a few years and my reading challenge this year is to read a non fiction book every month. I have not read non fiction since I did my degree decades ago whereas I love reading fiction. My challenge is my attempt to broaden my horizons. But I’ve been lazy. Mary Poppins would not approve. It’s now July and I owe myself the reading of a non fiction book for May, June and July. “A job well begun but still half done!”, to paraphrase Ms Poppins. My catch up this month started with The Salt Path, an amazing book but not an easy read in terms of the subject matter. I felt a little wrung out after it and thought something lighter would be good. When I saw Practically Perfect in Every Way by a comedienne, Katy Brand, on offer on ebook from my local library service, I thought that sounded just the ticket. And indeed it was. Practically Perfect in Every Way is a cocktail of delightful things. There’s interesting facts about the author of the original Mary Poppins books, Pamela Travers, and about Disney and his twenty year battle to convince Travers to sell him the rights. There’s details about the making of the film itself and a look at what it’s truly about, not as straight forward as you might think. There’s some autobiographical information and self analysis to explain just why Mary Poppins is an important character to the author, including lessons we could all learn to help us navigate modern life better. There are even times when it’s part social commentary and part philosophy. I found the blend truly
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I will seek out for more Katy Brand books and look forward to her insightful take on life. In the mean time, spit spot, I need to look for another non fiction book. In the meantime, I think I might just watch Mary Poppins again