I am leaving behind me fifty years of memory. Memory . . . Who shall say what is real and what is not? Can I believe my friends all gone when their voices are a glory in my ears? No. And I will stand to say no and no again, for they remain a living truth within my mind. There is no fence nor hedge around time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it . . . So I can close my eyes on my valley as it was . . . from Huw's opening monologue in the movie, How Green Was My Valley . . .