The Music of My Grandparents

I planned to continue my rant about teachers, educrats, &c., but I’m having a flare up of arthritis (erosive osteoarthritis of the hands, with possible psoriatic arthritis on top).  I was going to give it a miss. As you can imagine, typing is difficult and painful right now.

But then I clicked on a YouTube video (via Facebook) of The Beaton Sisters playing at the Celtic Colours Festival in Cape Breton.  My dad came from Cape Breton, and his family’s root in CB go back to the early 1800s. The music took me back to some records my grandmother you listen to.

I followed another link to Natalie MacMaster playing Cape Breton style fiddle at TED. She played with her husband Donnell Leahy. Try to deny that they are not the equal of any violin player in any symphony in the world!

This is the music of my people, preserved and extended from the 18th to the 21st centuries. I must make it to the Celtic Colours Festival one year. I’ll take my brothers and we’ll remember our childhood trips to Cape Breton, and regret that we didn’t embrace it with Dad and our aunts, uncles, and grandparents while they were still here. Would that we could all gather at St. Annes for one great ceilidh!



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