Dreams do come true…kind of

I used to dream of working at Disneyland. I wanted to be Snow White. At the time, I was young, slim, unwrinkled and had dark hair. Snow White would have been a dream job.

I also yearned to play Emily, the young heroine in “Our Town,” the play Corban did a couple of years ago.

The “Our Town” experience did come to fruition –somewhat – 26 years ago when we lived in Klamath Falls. I had finished my summer work on my master’s degree at Southern Oregon in Ashland. A local summer drama group was doing that play, my dream play. But, lo and behold, I had nowhere near the characteristics to play Emily. Instead, I did get the part of the doctor’s wife, Mrs. Gibbs; the character’s description in the play is “a pleasantly plump woman.” Sadly, I did fit that description.

Participating in the production of “Our Town” was a wonderful experience, one I will never forget. It was that summer that our son Kent and his wife Terri were married, so as I played Mrs. Gibbs, it was as if it were meant to be: the doctor’s son George gets married in Act 2. Taking part in the wedding scene with “George” had an extra special impact, as I was seeing my youngest child joined in marriage with the woman of his dreams.

My thoughts strayed back to Disneyland and my “dream” job. What parts could I play now? The witch in Snow White? I’d have to spend spare time poisoning those vicious apples, but playing an ugly, wrinkled old hag would not require too much makeup.

The fairy godmother in Cinderella? I’d have to have white hair – wait…I do have white hair (if gray counts)! But this character should have baby blue eyes and an angelic countenance. Would makeup help with those areas?

Goldilocks is definitely out of the picture, but a bear suit would cover the saggy skin and the wrinkled face of this senior adult.

So far, Disneyland’s CEOs have not been filling my e-mail box with requests for my resume, nor have they been checking out my Facebook page to see what I am “doing at the moment.” That dream will not come to fruition. But other dreams just might: if Corban ever presents “Macbeth,” I’d love to play one of the witches. Would someone send of a copy of this to Tammy McGinnis?