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Mercoledi Musicale

As I have mentioned every Thursday I spend an hour or so Dancing with Parkinson’s. Each week Julia, our marvellous teacher, works with a musical theme. Of course our last session for 2025 included the perennial Auld Lang Syne. Though the words were familiar the melody wasn’t the one we are accustomed to singing.

It would appear that this may have been the tune that Robbie Burns heard when he “took it down from an old man.” in 1788. He deemed the melody “mediocre” and in 1799 it was published with the now familiar setting. Though the first verse may be the one he “took down” it appears that several stanzas that follow are of Burns’ invention. (As a footnote, the transcription on the screen takes the idiom “my jo” incorrectly as “my jove”: jo is Scots for dear, darling, sweetheart.)

Oddly in that version by Mairi Campbell the last verse is omitted.

There have been so many versions and arrangements of this traditional and very popular song. (How I wish I owned the copyright!) It has been covered by jazz musicians, pop singers, rock bands, brass bands et al. And who could forget Die alte gute Zeit by Ludwig van Beethoven.

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Beethoven!! gasps my faithful, if inattentive to past posts, reader. I’ve written on a few occasions of the tireless work of George Thomson in commissioning and publishing parlour arrangements of folk songs of the British Isles. Beethoven submitted 175 arrangements of which all but 25 reached publication. Auld lang syne appeared in a collection published in 1818.

This is the only performance I could find on the YouTube but I’m not sure you could do better than Dame Flot, Sir Thom or Mark A as a vocal trio.

Unlike the Mairi Campbell version it includes the last and, though oft omitted, most post important stanza.

It answers the questions asked in the first verse:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught,
for auld lang syne
And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syn

No matter which version we sing tonight let’s hold our old and new friends in our hearts, if not by the hand, and wish them well as the new year begins.

The word for December 31st is:
Hand /hănd/: [1. noun 2. verb]
1.1 The terminal part of the human arm located below the forearm, used for grasping and holding and consisting of the wrist, palm, four fingers, and an opposable thumb.
1.2 A homologous or similar part in other animals, as the terminal part of the forelimb in certain vertebrates.
1.3 A unit of length equal to 4 inches (10.2 centimeters), used especially to specify the height of a horse.
2.1 To give or pass with or as if with the hands; transmit.
2.2 To aid, direct, or conduct with the hands.
From Middle English, from Old English hand (“hand, side (in defining position), power, control, possession, charge, agency, person regarded as holder or receiver of something”), from Proto-Germanic *handuz (“hand”).

Memes for a Monday

Well the parcels have been opened, the festive board attacked like the buffet at a church pot luck, and the empty wine bottles lined up like pins at the bowling alley. Multiple naps have been taken, leftovers inventively worked into tantalizing (?) casseroles, and tummy rumbles muted by chalky-tasting pink liquids. It over for another year and I still didn’t get a pony.

Time to take a break from fretting over which PJs I’ll wear for all the faux-fun of New Year’s Eve and giggle at some memes leftover from the celebration.

Just so you know.

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Ain’t that the truth.

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Is it just me or it’s it worse this year?

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Good luck with that.

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Offered without comment.

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More leftovers. Here’s two that I found tucked in back just covered with plastic wrap that I know won’t freeze until next Christmas.

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Then …. they strip you and throw you out with the trash. Sounds like my … never mind.

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That’s until February 2nd for you heathen’s out there.

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Thoughts while peeling 8lbs of potatoes on Christmas Eve.

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Ah the Christmas bills have started to arrive, have they?

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To be followed on February 15th by chocolate Easter eggs.

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Some of the finest fiction appears this time of year.

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But if you are making resolutions here’s a tip:

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The word for December 29th is:
Resolve /rĭ-zŏlv′/: [1.noun 2.verb}
1.1 Firmness of purpose.
1.2 A determination or decision; a fixed purpose.
1.3 A formal resolution made by a deliberative body.
2.1 .To make a firm decision about something.
2.2 To cause (a person) to reach a decision.
2.3 To decide or express by formal vote.
Middle English resolven, to dissolve, from Old French resolver, from Latin resolvere, to untie : re-, re- + solvere, to untie.

Christmas Eve

In churches, chapels, and homes across Christendom the final candle is being lit on the Advent Wreath. The Christ or Jesus candle signifies the end of Adventide and the period of anticipation. Penitence and reflection give way to the glorious celebration of the birth of the Christ child.

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The word for December 24th is:
Tide /tīd/: [1. noun]
1.1 The periodic variation in the surface level of the oceans and of bays, gulfs, inlets, and estuaries, caused by gravitational attraction of the moon and sun.
1.2 Time or season – used in combination.
1.3 A season of the church year; in a narrower sense, a feast-day; a festival: as, Whitsuntide (the whole octave or the day only
From Middle English tide, from Old English tīd (“time, period, season, while; hour; feast-day, festal-tide; canonical hour or service”), from Proto-Germanic *tīdiz (“time, period”).

Mercoledi Musicale

Over at Spo Reflections my beloved Dr Spo ruminated on his Santa wish list for this year. I don’t recall every writing to Santa nor aside from the Disney Theatre and the Lionel train set do I remember what the jolly old elf left under the tree for me. I chiefly remember the train because on Christmas Day my brother made it jump the tracks and hit the generator – and it never worked right after that. Gloria, my beloved sister-in-law, was always better at choosing gifts – a wonderful La Boheme on LP, Stories of the Great Operas, and tickets for The Nutcracker. (She knew her audience.)

Enough of these maudlin reminiscences. I don’t want my faithful reader thinking that I have relocated to a rocking chair on the veranda of Expiry Date Manor. At our voice therapy session today one of my friends mentioned this song. Though I am familiar with David Myles I hadn’t heard it before.


And of course this reminds me that my brother, the train destroyer, played the banjo and my early years were spent joining him in Goodnight Irene. And … what the hell! Someone is sitting in my rocking chair!

The word for December 24th is:
Banjo /băn′jō/: [noun]
1.1 A usually fretted stringed instrument having a narrow neck and a hollow circular body with a covering of plastic or stretched skin on which the bridge rests. The modern American banjo typically has four strings and often a short fifth string plucked with the thumb.
1.2 A form of automatic railway signaling-apparatus, the shape of the disk and its arm has suggested the name.
1764, in various spellings (Thomas Jefferson has banjar), American English, usually described as of African origin, probably akin to Bantu mbanza, name of an instrument resembling a banjo. The word has been influenced by colloquial pronunciation of bandore (1560s in English), a 16c. lute-like stringed instrument, from Portuguese bandurra, from Latin pandura

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