On Regularmom's blog the other day, she posted a youtube clip from West Side Story. I laughed so hard at how dramatic it was. But boy, I love that movie. I cry at the end every single time.
I was first introduced to West Side Story via my mom's record album. She has the original. It's inscribed. My dad bought if for her. They saw the movie before they were married. And do you know what my mom said? "If I ever have a girl, I will name her Maria."
My first recollection of hearing that story involves sitting on my mom's lap in our Dodge Dart waiting for Dad to bring us ice cream from the Pink Pony drive through in Lancaster WI. My second related recollection is of listening to the album in our living room. Olive green shag carpet. (We had a carpet rake for it so that the nap would all go one way) Dancing. Loving the song "Maria". This was in the days before VCR's. So it was a long while before I saw the movie and fell in love with Natalie Wood and her bracelets. With Rita Moreno's hips shaking through "America" and Richard Beymer (is he gorgeous or what?) singing my song. Later, my cousin and I would try to harmonize to "One Hand, One Heart" and I think we did pretty darn well, too.
Mom also had this wonderful Broadway version of The Sound of Music. Which I loved. I wanted to be those kids. But you know, somehow I never did relate to "How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria". And no one, but NO ONE, ever sang that to me. Nope. Never. And I never, EVER heard anyone rhyme "Maria" with "Diarrhea". Or try to sing Santana to me....or "Maria, Take A Letter..."
Notwithstanding, here is the true love story.
And now, I leave you with some true beautiful sappiness in all it's glory. Because let's remember: It's all about ME.