I was 7 years old the year Mary Poppins was released. The emotions associated with that movie are still vivid to this day. Sitting in the theatre I was entranced by the music and the look of the movie. I recall thinking that David Tomlinson was the best actor in the world. I truly felt for his plight at the bank. My parents bought the soundtrack album and as the eldest child of, at that time 3 sisters, I took control and practically wore it out with the playing.
I remember the deep satisfaction of sitting up straight in bed the night I finally (finally!) managed to say supercalifragilisticexpealidocious all the way through perfectly for the first time.
Nonetheless, there is something about Mary Poppins that always puzzles and concerns me, from the very first viewing on the big screen to the many viewings associated with my son Gavin putting Mary Poppins on a video or DVD return loop. (The boys in my family have this thing for Julie Andrews.)
Perhaps, like me, you too are plagued or blessed with a sweet tooth and find the scene in the chalk drawing equally disturbing.
Settling into the charming cafe, our Mary sings : -
Now then, what would be nice
We'll start with raspberry ice
And then some cakes and tea
The obliging waiters respond : -
Order what you will
There'll be no bill
However, did you see anyone bring raspberry ice? Not to mention cakes and tea? Did you? No! Nobody did; not then and not now - not ever.
All they get is a floor show! No eats!