“Goodbye then and have a good day” was all he said but the voice he said it with resonated deep in his chest and with the passionate inflections peculiar to the Welsh people.
I was transported back more than forty years. The extended family gathered around a battered upright piano, my Mamgee vamping out the chords while Gramp provided the vocals in his approximation of a performance by a concert singer. “Bless this house, O Lord we pray, make it safe by night …. anddd d a y”, he hammed. “Sh Jim, sh” calmed Mamgee, ever the one to preserve propriety.