In 1945, the year my parents were married, and during which my mother turned twenty, Rodgers and Hammerstein came out with their acclaimed musical Carousel. One of its songs, You’ll Never Walk Alone, has acquired nearly iconic status, and has been recorded by an incredible litany of performers.
But my favorite recording was the one that my mother made in a studio sometime in the 1950s. I can still hear her beautiful voice singing what could have well been her mantra at times, as she navigated a shall-we-say less than easy life. Both she and the recording are long gone (thirty-two years, to be exact), and recently I came across the version recorded by Celtic Woman, which comes as close to the sound, cadence and rhythm with which my mother sang it.