Catholic Carnival 209: The Sound in the Hills

We have been watching a lot of The Sound of Music. We can’t help it, not really. We just discovered it there, on the movie shelf, and we are now hopelessly addicted (or re-addicted, as the case may be).

I remember watching The Sound of Music as a child. But what I remember about The Sound of Music, in there among all the other memories I have, is my Aunt Charlotte’s passion for it. There was something about The Sound of Music that really made her glow, and at her funeral service a few weeks ago, they played quite a few excerpts from The Sound of Music. I always thought of her — and will continue to think of her — when I watch it. She was the one, after all, who bought me that copy we’re popping into the VCR every few days.

So this week we’re going to sing some songs and tie in The Sound of Music with our Catholic Carnival. I know you won’t mind if I wax a little long on memories of my late aunt — I’m still processing the fact that I won’t hear her sing these songs (and the 50 million others she seemed to have right on the tip of her tongue at any given moment) to my children from the other room. Maybe this Carnival is my chance to pay tribute to her. (And she’ll forgive me for the fact that it’s not a more proper tribute, not yet.)

If you would like to learn more about the Catholic Carnival, you’ll find all the information here. There’s a submission form that’s easy to use, and a Google group you can join to get weekly reminders. If you have found yourself submitting a few times, won’t you consider going one step further and trying your hand at hosting? All you have to do is pick your date and email Jay.


Favorite Things
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My introduction to this song was the knick-knack music box shelf thingy that hung about Aunt Charlotte’s bed at Grandma’s house. I remember her just bursting out into this song, and, in her younger days, I’ll bet she did some jumping-on-beds while she sang it.

These posts make me smile just as the movie scene of terrified children being comforted through song makes me smile. These posts are worth bookmarking and revisiting when the storms of life have you down.

  • Five Poems is the best of two of my favorite worlds, poetry and Catholicism
  • I Shall Call You by a New Name is a first-time submission (welcome, Becky!) and a reminder to us “old married folk” about the challenge of that whole name change thing
  • The Mary Box gave non-crafty me the perfect gift idea, and it might be just what you need for the religious “stuff” that needs a home in your house
  • My Mute Jesus is a different look at Jesus and faith
  • President Obama and Life explains the problems of abortion in 41 seconds (whatcha waiting for — GO NOW!)


Do-Re-Mi
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Just seeing this title has me humming this song. It’s one of my very favorite songs in the movie, and I remember learning it for a 3rd grade (or was it 2nd?) musical. I have no idea what “do” and “re” translate to on the music bar thingy (see what a music dunce I am?), but I like this song.

These posts, like this song, are educational — learn about the world around us, sometimes through the lens of something fun like a song, and other times through the lens of Catholic apologetics.


Edelweiss
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Now that I’m a wife and mother, few things melt my heart like seeing Captain Von Trapp (Christopher Plummer) start singing Edelweiss. His love for his country, captured in this tender song, reminds me of my own love for my Church. When Aunt Charlotte went to Germany and Austria with my grandparents many years ago, they brought me back a little music box that plays Edelweiss.

This song seems to represent the conflict of tough-guy-turns-softie and to prompt me, so gently, to stand up for what I believe in. Just like the song, these posts don’t make any bones about what’s important.


The Lonely Goatherd
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We’re yodeling for hours after seeing this scene, and then we’re giggling. Singing and laughing — these are things that are good for all of us.

These posts, just like the Lonely Goatherd, have good stuff in them, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy them just as much as I did.


Climb Every Mountain
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Life is not easy. My Aunt Charlotte knew this, though I never knew her to wax poetic about it (and she could have). She had a rare disase, myotonic dystrophy, that caused her a lot of pain and restricted her activity. This disease was the reason she lived in a community with neighbors who were at least 20 years her senior. This disease was the reason she could only sleep a certain way each night, and the reason she had oxygen hooked up to her. It was the reason she died at only 50, and the reason for many other sufferings, small and large, known and unknown, in her life.

I never heard her complain or dwell on it, though. I thought of that after she died. And though this scene in the movie, where the Mother Abbess sets Maria straight, has never really resounded with me, when we watched the movie last week, it sparked my thoughts. What advice might Aunt Charlotte give me this week, as I struggle and juggle? Well, she’d tell me to pray. And then I think she might just tell me to get my hiking shoes out of the closet.

These posts struck me with their hope, which is a virtue that we could all use more of in our daily lives.

Thanks for stopping by this week’s Catholic Carnival. :)

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