Entertained

I managed to survive the busy week. It was much like my pre-cardiac surgery; something happening every day. Friday was a bit of a reprieve. I thought that visiting nurses were to do follow-up visit. I got no call nor did I get a visit. They made an attempt last Wednesday, but didn’t set a time as they usually do. They came, but I was in Stahlstown at the Chestnut Ridge Historical Society gathering filler stories for their newsletter. When I got home, I called the number on the answering machine, but the nurse had already left the area and she would set the next visit for Friday. Friday came and went, but the nurse didn’t.

Friday evening I had tickets to a musical. My granddaughters Celine and Moriah were characters in the presentation. Both sing quite well. I wasn’t surprised that they had parts in the representation of the classic, Cinderella. Moriah had several appearances as the king’s herald, singing many announcements of importance. Her costume was in more drab hues than the courtiers at the king’s palace.

Celine played the role of the queen. She and the king in their resplendent robes and fine clothing filled the stage just as the songs they sang. The king and queen wore fiery jeweled crowns on their head. Friday was the second performance. In the first, Celine’s crown was a bit large and became a necklace instead of a crown for a few seconds, but she kept her composure and continued without interruption.

The members of the entire troupe were true professionals; singing and dancing to tell the story of a poor girl who believed so deeply that her dreams came true. Cinderella was dressed on somber colored clothing when compared with her overdressed stepsisters and cruel stepmother.

After they dressed and set off to the king’s ball for his son the prince, Cinderella’s godmother appeared to help Cinderella’s dreams to attend the ball to come true. Her frumpy attire switched into a pink satiny gown. She transformed Cinderella’s garb into a dazzling white gown. A pumpkin coach rolled down the aisle to take her to the ball with four white human horses.

At the ball, the prince too was wearing white and they were drawn to each other. They dance. She runs off losing a slipper, and we know the rest of the story. Every maiden in the kingdom tries on the shoe presented by the herald and none of their feet fit the slipper. When all others females were exhausted, the prince walks in the garden and meets Cinderella. He asks “Have you tried on the slipper?” When she responded negatively, he slipped on the shoe and they married. THE END