Fiddle-dee-dee by Hermene Conner
Vicki Nelson (1952). "My home sounds of waves lapping on the beach crashing in the wind, the songs of seagulls, blue jays, robins… The Sleep comes to me multi-colored. It slowly lays over me like a blanket. Sleep is a feeling of being safe, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and peace. If I have a trouble falling asleep I relax my limbs and slow down my breathing, or counting backward from 100 in either Norwegian or English. I love cinnamon. It smells warm and homey. It is comforting. I love lemon because it is refreshing. I love the scent of the flower heliotrope because it smells good enough to eat. Sound of rain, the wind even in a storm, distant thunder. I do not like sounds of garbage trucks, lawn mowers, car horns. “Fiddle-dee-dee” I learned from my mother, Hermene Conner. I have never heard it sung by anyone else. My mom was born in Winnipeg, Canada. She came to the USA when she was 4 years old. I do not know if at one time it was a nursery rhyme, but I have never see it written in any nursery rhyme anthology.” (I found the “Feedle-dee-dee” by Elliot J.W. at: http://www.kididdles.com/lyrics/f067.html J.W. Elliott was a popular composer of the Victorian period, and is best known for his nursery rhyme music and for his work on hymnals in the 1870s.
Fiddle-de-dee by J.W. Elliot Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, 0222 |
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