I was a big fan of the 1966 television production of "Rogers and Hammerstein's Cinderella". It starred Lesley Ann Warren and Stuart Damon. I loved the songs, even the goofy ones like "The Prince is Giving a Ball."
Herald: His royal highness Christopher Rupert Vwindemier Vlandamier Carl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman
Herald: Herman.. Gregory James is giving a ball.
I think I liked the production in large part because I had a great big crush on Lesley Ann Warren.
(There was a 1957 version with Julie Andrews and Jon Cypher, which I don't remember, although it may have been seen by more people than the M*A*S*H finale.)
Both versions features Cinderella singing "In My Own Little Corner":
In my own little corner in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere
and the world will open its arms to me.
There were times when I was a teenager, and even a few times as an adult, when I'd be at a party and feel suddenly overwhelmed- by too many people, or by some uncomfortable situation, or for no discernable reason at all. I'd go off to an unoccupied room, even the attic or cellar, or an unused stairwell, just to get away for a while, my version of "my own little corner."
Daughter Lydia likes hanging out in corners, between the CD cases, in the bathroom, under the sink (which no longer has anything under it.) Sometimes she gets into hiding in the smallest spaces, then gets trapped, like cat stuck in a tree, and needs to be rescued.
I want for her to be whatever she wants to be. I want her to be able to fly anywhere. I desparately want the world to open its arms to her, though I know that won't always happen, and that she'll want to climb back into her own little corner.
I need to learn how to make her safe enough to venture out again, if I can. Like last week, when she went into a swimming pool for the very first time, and liked it...at least the top two steps.
Happy year and a third, Lydia.
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