Put a leek or a daffodil in your cap, and listen to what happens when 5,000 Welshfolk show up at Prince Albert Hall one night and a Gymanfa Ganu (songfest) breaks out.
My grandfather, James Lewis, was born up the Rhondda Valley in 1862. He went down in the pit when he was 12, leading the pit ponies to the coal face. When he came to the States he worked the coal mines in Western PA and eastern Ohio, then opened a small general store in Edinburg Township on Route 18. He and my grandmother, had 10 children, the youngest of whom was my father, born in 1910, and they made sure all went to college or business school. This album came out in the early 60's. My two Welsh aunts would play it at family gatherings and all the old folk would have tears in their eyes.