As I was recuperating in my hospital room, the phone rang. Thinking it would be a family member, I somewhat groggily picked it up. A voice at the other end of the line said, “Hello? This is P.L. Travers.”
"Oh, hello, Miss Travers!" I stammered, gathering my wits as best I could. "How nice of you to call…"
"Well, talk to me!" She said brusquely.
"Oh- well- I’ve just had a baby and I’m feeling a bit exhausted…"
"Yes, yes," she interrupted, "but you’re going to be playing Mary Poppins?"
"Yes, Miss Travers."
"Well, you’re much too pretty, of course. But you’ve got the nose for it!"
Later, we met in person when I went to tea with her, and once we had settled in Los Angeles, we corresponded, because she wanted to be kept in the loop. She became a bit of a thorn in Disney’s side and Walt had ultimately to tell her, rather firmly, that she didn’t have the right to dictate how he should make a film. Apparently she was not that thrilled with the movie, but it became a huge annuity for her.
-Julie Andrews, Home: A Memoir of my Early Years
Look at her perfect profile. Mom Julie is adorable…