Kristina Furey

"No place like home"--Dorothy Gale

After listening to “1A” last week, celebrate the 80 year anniversary, of “The Wizard of Oz”.   I found myself with a little tune in my head and the lyrics, “Surrender, surrender Dorothy.  You’ve been running around in shoes, that don’t belong to you.  So surrender, surrender Dorothy…”  <—That little bit was really all I had and as I sometimes do when writing, I ran with it in one direction and then another.   Sad to say, it was quickly going no where and this, after I was so excited to see it pop in my head.  I was just about to release it.  As in “Catch and release”, something I think about sometimes when choosing to let go rather than dig my heels in.  I was just about to release it, when it occurred to me “Surrender Dorothy” had a significance in my life that went beyond the movie, the musical and the book.  

If you live/have lived in the Washington DC area, perhaps you have memories that revolve around, the ever revolving 495 Beltway.   Memories of traveling north west and that bridge, just before the Mormon Tabernacle, that for years on and off had the graffiti, “Surrender Dorothy” on it.  From the moment I could read, I was as excited to see it each time as we drove on 495 as I was the signs that hype up “South Of The Border” on 95.   I was sad when we’d get to that bridge and find it painted over and mischievously happy, when magically it was back.  If you’ve ever spent time in rush hour traffic on 495 then you know trying to get home, feels like trying to get to the end of a rainbow.  It might even leave you singing or whistling, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” or I’m Always Chasing Rainbows”.  Or if you’re twisted like me  it might have you creating twisted tunes like, “Follow the truck with the load.  Follow the truck with the load.  Follow, follow, follow, follow.  Follow the truck with the load”  or  “I’m stuck here in a blizzard, that no weatherman ever called.”  I could go on but it wasn’t twisted lyrics I had planned on sharing.  SO ANYWAY, with all this in mind I sat down and wrote an ode to that graffiti.  Here are the lyrics.
“Surrender Dorothy”
Posted on that bridge beside the Mormon Tabernacle said, “Surrender Dorothy.”  I would like to thank its Artist.  Stuck on 495.  Trying to get around.  Couldn’t find my way home but that tabernacle could be found.  Surrender, “Surrender Dorothy.”  You’ve been running around in shoes that don’t belong to you.  So surrender, “Surrender Dorothy,”, there’s no place like home, so why am I always on this road?  
The road to success, forever slowly paved said, “Surrender Dorothy”  as construction took things down a lane.  So I bid my time, with others all around.  Clicked my heels together and said, “I want to be home right now.”  Surrender, “Surrender Dorothy.”  You’ve been running around in shoes that don’t belong to you.  So surrender, “Surrender Dorothy,” there’s no place like home, so why am I always on this road?
If I only had a brain, I’d be somewhere else.  If I had the courage, I’d be working for myself.  I know I have a heart, feels like it’s gonna break, every time my child asks, “Why do you have to go away?  If there’s no place like home why don’t you stay?”  Surrender, “Surrender Dorothy.”  You’ve been running around in shoes that don’t belong to you.  So surrender, “Surrender Dorothy,” there’s a better place you see because there’s no place like home for me.

Being a stay at home mom is not for everyone but for me, to be in sneakers, running around the parks with my boys and all the other places we were able to go and explore, just before clicking our heels and finding ourselves home, was something I will always feel fortunate to have experienced and shared with them.  That and being able to stop, drop and write, when the muses inspire me. 

 

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