Was Daisy Feeling a Little Unwell?

I have been sick all week.  Sick, sick, sick.  And I’m sick of it!  My head feels like it’s in a fog most of the time and I don’t have much energy.  But I still wanted to do my family history blog post, right?  I can’t miss that.  It would let down my peeps.  With what I have planned for tonight, I still may disappoint some.

I was starting to look for something to post, and I thought about something musical.  Maybe I have another little ditty by Great Grandpa H. C. on his fiddle?  So I went searching for those recordings I got a few years ago.  I always think I’m so organized, but I find myself frustrated more often than I like when I’m looking for something specific.  Having a foggy head today wasn’t a help.  I finally found “Soldier’s Joy” and “The Irish Washerwoman.”  But I didn’t see another fiddly jig.  But then something else entered my foggy brain.

In my semi-demented stated, I thought of just the song recording that would represent how I’ve been feeling this week.  It’s a song from the same group of recordings as those others, but it wasn’t something that resonated with me until today.  Anytime I’m asked a question this week, I don’t want to answer with much effort.  It can set off coughing.  You also know I’m from a musical family.  I tend to relate things around me to certain songs, which I will start singing at random.  But with a scratchy throat and not much energy, I don’t really try for the correct pitch, and I really don’t care.  Like I said:  I’m sick, sick, sick!

So this is a recording of my mom’s maternal grandparents Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Keys.  Daisy is singing and playing the piano, while H. C. is accompanying her on his fiddle.  It’s a bit discordant.  It’s bit off key.  It’s exactly how I felt inside my head this week.  I wonder if Daisy was a bit unwell back then?  Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.