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- To Hear The Skylark’s Song A Memoir by Huw Lewis

THIS was something I only recognised and understood through its absence – when I left Aberfan at the age of eighteen to study at Edinburgh University, and was transplant­ed to a strange city, hundreds of miles away. When this happened I became suddenly disorienta­ted by the seeming absence of shared assumption­s about how community, society, ought to be. I felt like someone who makes to climb a staircase in the dark, only to stumble over a missing step, with a sudden nauseating lurch. I was disorienta­ted too by the change in topography. Suddenly in a city with grand vistas that drew the eye toward the sea, or to distant hills, I realised that the valley I grew up in may well have been scarred by industry but it was also a natural shelter from the wider world, its mountains forming an embrace around the mind; protective, but enclosing too. Leaving the smothering warmth of that affectiona­te embrace was to be the hardest part of growing up.

After the disaster, Aberfan was still a pit village, no more or less than all the others. But there were difference­s too. In face of that unspeakabl­e horror, it instinctiv­ely used its strengths to fight back. A close community grew closer. An organised community amplified and multiplied its organisati­ons. The instinct for mutual support kicked in. But there were gaps, gaps that some would fall through. After all, how could a community that dealt with communal threats by communal means stand up to individual grief? How could any organisati­on, no matter how sensitive and well meaning, step in and give any answer to the boundless loss of a unique and irreplacea­ble child?

Today we might have called in experts in bereavemen­t, psychologi­sts perhaps, and counsellor­s. But in 1966, such things were not so well understood.

So Aberfan in the aftermath of disaster became different. A community so strong in its connectedn­ess was neverthele­ss undermined by the aching grief of parents, siblings, families and loved ones. The grief gnawed away at happiness, at peace of mind, at health, at hope.

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