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Lights, Candle and My Dad

I love Christmas lights! This is our dining room.

Our Advent candle has reached 17th December.

On this day in 2004,  my dear Dad died in St John’s Hospice where he had been beautifully cared for since the start of December. My favourite perfume is vanilla and I have been wearing it for 40+ years. One of the last things my lovely Dad said to me on this, his last day with us, was, “I’d love some of that vanilla ice-cream please,” as I leaned over to kiss him.  He was a very special man.  He chose ‘Joe Hill’ sung by Paul Robeson for his funeral and I play it every year on this date in his memory.

 

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For My Dad, Christmas Lights and A Simple Supper

1    A beautiful song was chosen by my sister for our Father’s funeral nine years ago. It is nine years ago today that he died in St John’s Hospice, Doncaster, where he was so incredibly well looked after for 17 days that he asked, “This is a wonderful hotel. Can I afford it?”  Today is the day that I play ‘The Ballad of Joe Hill‘ in remembrance of my much-missed and much-loved  Dad and today I have played Daisy’s choice as well, ‘Under a December Sky’ by Beth Nielson  Chapman and I give you a photo of today’s beautiful December sky to go with the lovely words and music.

Under a December Sky

Under a December Sky

2   The lovely Mr S has put up the Christmas lights tree in the garden today – such a cheery sight.

Christmas lights tree

Christmas lights tree

3   A delicious and simple supper tonight of Chicken and Leek Risotto with Toasted Cashew Nuts.

Chicken and Leek Risotto

Chicken and Leek Risotto

 

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The Ballad of Joe Hill, Singing and Limequats

1  I was reminded of these words of Shelley yesterday

“Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-  “

when I heard ‘The Ballad Of Joe Hill’ sung by Paul Robeson, one of my all time favourite voices singing one of my lovely Dad’s favourite songs, and one which we played at Dad’s Humanist funeral. It was chosen by Ed Milliband in Desert Island Discs on Sunday and has been in my head ever since. Some of you will know this – but it doesn’t matter how long ago you ‘lost’ a parent, they never actually leave you and music can suddenly bring them back into the kitchen as clearly as if they were still alive.

3   Singing with The Inglehearts tonight was especially good. There’s something very special about singing in harmony with friends. Here’s a public Thank you to Claire Ingleheart for her work, her friendship and her very special talent which she shares so freely.

3   The Crystallised Limequats look beautiful in their jar.

Crystallised Limequats

Crystallised Limequats

 

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The Ballad of Joe Hill, Our CD and Rehearsal for Truro Cathedral

1  I’ve mentioned before in this post about the beautiful poem, ‘Afterwards’ by Thomas Hardy, that my parents chose together to be read at each of their funerals.   My lovely Dad who died 8 years ago today also chose the beautiful voice of Paul Robeson singing The Ballad of Joe Hill to be played for him and every 17th December, I sing the song along with Paul Robeson in honour of my Dad.  Do click on the link and listen and sing along too if you’ve a mind to.

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I, “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” says he, “I never died” says he.

“In Salt Lake, Joe,” says I to him,
him standing by my bed,
“They framed you on a murder charge,”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead,”  Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead.”

“The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe” says I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man”
Says Joe “I didn’t die.”   Says Joe “I didn’t die.”

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe, “What they can never kill
went on to organize,  went on to organize.”

From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where workers fight and organise
It’s there you find Joe Hill,  it’s there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” says he, I never died” says he.  I never died” says he.

I grew up hearing and loving Paul Robeson’s voice and in the year that my Dad lived in Cornwall before we were able to join him (I was only 6 years old) Mum played ‘Just a Wearyin’ for you’ every evening and it can still bring me to tears as I remember how much I missed my Dad and it’s only now that I realise that she wasn’t playing it for me but for herself. How they must have missed each other that year. They’d already had 5 years apart during the war and now Mum had three of us to look after and a fourth on the way who was born just 10 weeks before we eventually moved to Cornwall and were all together again and living by Pill Creek as I wrote about here.

2  This beautiful thing is a day or two late but we have the CD that our choir, The Ingleheart Singers, have made and it’s good! Copies are now winging their way to Hawaii, to Atlanta, to Munich and to London to my far-flung family

A Celebration of Christmas by The Ingleheart Singers

A Celebration of Christmas by The Ingleheart Singers

3   A super rehearsal tonight ready for our gig in Truro Cathedral on Wednesday evening and for our singing at a wedding on Saturday.

 

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