The Story of the Trapp Family Singers

The Story of the Trapp Family Singers

Maria Augusta Trapp

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0060005777

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


With nearly 1,500 Broadway performances, six Tony Awards, more than three million albums sold, and five Academy Awards, The Sound of Music, based on the lives of Maria, the baron, and their singing children, is as familiar to most of us as our own family history. But much about the real-life woman and her family was left untold.

Here, Baroness Maria Augusta Trapp tells in her own beautiful, simple words the extraordinary story of her romance with the baron, their escape from Nazi-occupied Austria, and their life in America.

Now with photographs from the original edition.

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eight or ten days devoted only to music-making and folk dancing. I haven’t seen that done in America yet. Couldn’t we start them in that camp?” All exhausted, I put down my fork and wiped my face. Mr. Merrill immediately liked the idea. “That sounds like a very wholesome recreation, and that’s what we want to boost in our State. The type of people who might come for such a thing are exactly the ones we want to draw to Vermont.” Now I was looking down at my plate, avoiding the eyes of my

prouder of my family. The girls started to paint and hammer as early as five o’clock in the morning, and worked through the day and evening until ten o’clock or later. If I wasn’t in New York or Boston or Montpelier in one of the offices, or on the train, I looked over the camp anxiously and counted the objects which hadn’t arrived yet. There were only five days more to go, and the beds hadn’t come. Pillows and blankets had arrived, but there were no beds to put them on; and the china was

her eyes wandered over my exhibition, and perfectly unmoved, she asked dryly: “And who is going to wash and iron all this every day?” I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. When Mrs. Drinker noticed this, she took over immediately. With eyes and mind of a general she surveyed my almost desperate situation: a battle to come, with no ammunition to fight it. “Pack that silly stuff away and come with me. We’ll go shopping for some sensible things.” I tried hard to swallow my hurt feelings, while she

thought then. Now this came to my mind. Next morning we called Mrs. Pessl to find our how one approaches a manager. So far, managers had approached us, and we didn’t know anything about the other way around. “Well, that’s easy,” she answered. “All you have to do is ask for an audition,” and she explained to us what that was. With trembling hands I dialed Circle 7-6900 for the first time and asked for Mr. Schang. “Am mother of Trapp Family Choir,” I informed him in my halting English. “Want to

One day he came back with a family. As the ice box was not big enough, they settled under the house. But one cannot tiptoe and whisper forever, and once in a while something dropped to the floor, which was the roof for the skunk family. Then Mother Skunk quietly gave the defense signal: “Let us spray,” and unanimously we hated the one who had dropped that fatal fork, or whatever it happened to be. Real spring came to Vermont. The last snow was gone, and after a few days of warm rain and another

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