This is how Jill (our Musical Monday gal) and I imagined how a texting session between the Baroness Schraeder (the superior woman) and Maria Von Trapp. We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we had fun creating this blog. The voice of the Baroness is indicated by italics and Maria’s voice is in bold. How appropriate.
How do you feel about yachts? A long sleek one for the Mediterranean and a tiny one for your bathtub?
I don’t object to yachts…especially when they’re yar. (I’m really confused by this. lol!)
You could call it the Wahr Liebe. Go with the flow baroness.
Oh ho ho! All of my yachts are gold-plated. My current one is dubbed “Midas.”
Are the sails made of silk?
Straight from Asia!
And the not only are the decks trimmed with gold, I bet there’s also a paradise of jam and spice in the hold.
Only my most exclusive friends have access to my treasure of luxuries. Unfortunately, Captain Von Trapp and his new rag doll are not one of them.
Do NOT call me a rag doll. A flibbertigibbet and will-o-the-wisp I can take, but DO NOT call me a rag doll. Go get lost on your U-boat in the Mediterranean.
I’m afraid U-Boats are found in the Atlantic (that’s west of Ireland and south of England). Silly girl. I’m so glad I could buy myself a decent education. How else would an incredibly attractive woman like me survive in this man’s world without marrying for necessity?
Tell the ol’ Cap the after party will be held on the Midas when he’s through with your little dummy, I mean, puppet show.
You obviously weren’t interested in In Georg enough to read his memoirs or listen to him talk about the U-boats in the Mediterranean during the first world war.
This is a whole different war, dear.
No matter what war we are discussing, Baroness, ALL is fair in love and war. You have lost both.
Meh, I still have my money.
And I’m sure your cold, heartless cash loves your cold, heartless self right back.
Mmm, you bet!
I hope you and your money come and visit our huge lodge in beautiful Vermont. Don’t worry if you can’t make it. We can still get along without you.
Don’t worry, I prefer the culture, history, and beauty of my Europe to the rah-rah campy backwoods of Vermont.
I guess you’re right, Europe is beautiful. We had to go. I guess you wouldn’t realize that if you can’t see past your old Nazi sympathizing ways.
Nazis were so 70 years ago. There was…no way to stop it. I rode the waves and came out on top. That’s how we all survived.
You all survived with the selfish idea that “There’s nothing else as wonderful as I.” It is so much better being part of an ordinary couple facing our problems together with our children by our side. So glad they weren’t sent off to boarding school. I love Georg and the children so much!
Hm, children. Boarding school would have calmed and cultured the little darlings. I was only concerned for their education, and I know their musical talent would have been cultivated and sophisticated more at a school. Thankfully, those seven little problems are not my own. That one boy seemed to show signs of the Oedipus Complex. Do they teach you that at the nunnery? Anyhow, keep an eye on that one.
Oh good grief! The right mother can calm and culture them. They no longer try to play trick on anyone and they are learning more about Austrian, European, and American history through the folk songs that Father Wasner helps us learn. They are also learning to serve the Lord and others with humility and a willingness that cannot be learned in any boarding school. Oedipus Complex….are you talking about Kurt and that kiss on the cheek he gave you or something? Another one of his little pranks. He told me all about it and how awful your perfume is and that your face is quite wrinkled up close.
Well, little boys wouldn’t know what good perfume is. How funny you should believe his uninformed opinion. There is so much more to culture and history than…silly songs.
TO BE CONTINUED…