From our archives …a blog about the impact of words ... Julie Mulhern's December 14, 2015 memories of
Falling in love with Dylan Thomas
One night, very soon, I will escape to the living room with a glass of wine. The lights on the Christmas tree will glimmer and I will turn on the CD player.
At least not music as my teenagers understand it.
I will listen to Dylan Thomas recite A Child’s Christmas in Wales. I will listen to the music of words strung together like pearls, perfect and shining brighter than the lights on my tree.
I remember the first time I heard A Child’s Christmas in Wales. I was a child, left in a running car (cut my father some slack—it was the seventies and I was nine or ten, old enough to lock the doors). The day was gray and foggy. My seat was warm. My father needed to speak with a mechanic…I think. At any rate, I was left alone.
I sat in the Oldsmobile, listened to Dylan Thomas, and fell in love with language.
Happy holidays to all!