who wrote the book how green was my valley

We meet Huw Morgan as a small boy, the youngest in his family, his brothers and sisters settling (or not) into their roles, and we follow him into his late teens however, his story is being written from much later life, with the horror of a pit slag heap that’s slipped pressing and pressing onto the little house where he was raised and lives now. That night he held my hand tight all the way home, with my mother on his other side, and my sisters behind us. Always after that he called me the family soloist. Singing was in my father as sight is in the eye. I will never forget the way he looked when Mr Prosser, St.

Indeed if I was not chosen again for the best voice among the small boys. In the evening after we had finished tea we all sat on the grass on horse cloths and sang hymns and songs, and we had prizes for the best. Richard Llewellyn – “How Green was my Valley” Here is Mallika from Literary Potpourri’s review, do go and visit it, too! Do also visit Brona’s interesting piece about the controversies around Llewellyn’s claimed heritage and knowledge/experience (I’m still counting this for Dewithon as it’s set in Wales …). A classic of working-class literature, it reminded me in parts of “ The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists” and, while distressing quite a lot of the time, is very well worth reading. I bought this especially for the challenge as I’d agreed with Mallika from Literary Potpourri that we would do a buddy read of it (we both read it at the same time and are sharing each other’s reviews but didn’t discuss it separately to these, mainly for reasons of my holiday!). It’s Reading Wales 2023 and this is my second read for the Month, read on holiday in Southern Spain, somewhat oddly, although we were staying in quite a working-class area.

Who wrote the book how green was my valley