I will hear Dean Martin sing and I will remember.

Hey pallies, recently our pallies at google sent us a Dino-'lert that directed us to the Brit blog pad of the "Penarth Times" when columnist Miss Alison Powell holds forth with her prose under the tag of "Penarth, the sea, life and me."  Alison's current joyful jottin's "The Tale in the Tune" accents how  "music is an integral part and punctuates, highlights and illustrates so many key moments in our lives."

Likes to illustrate her thesis, Miss Powell shares personal experiences with a trio of performers, the first of which is none other then our most beloved Dino.  As you will read below, hearin' our main man croon a tune always reminds Alison of her father and particular details of his birth.  This is 'nother excellent example of the many many times that ilovedinomartin has shared similiar tales of other pallies for whom hearin' our most beloved Dino sing brings back the sweetest of sweet memories of loved one....truly truly 'nother remarkable reminder of the touchin' 'n tender transformin' power of our Dino!

We sez our thank you very much to Miss Alison Powell and all the pallies at the "Penarth Times" for accentin' our one and only Dino in this wonderful way.  Below we share only a few brief paragraphs that directly relate to our Dino, but if you clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram, you will be able to read Miss Powell's text in full at the original site.  Dino-rememberin', DMP

COLUMN: Penarth, the sea, life and me
by Alison Powell



Rebecca Lord / 04:02 Thursday 17 March 2016 / News
The Tale in the Tune by Alison Powell

IT IS a well-trodden truism that tunes can tell a tale. Music forms the background and sometimes, the foreground to our lives.

Whether it is the song that was number one the day you were born; the first dance at your wedding; the theme to your favourite film or the playlist at your funeral; music is an integral part and punctuates, highlights and illustrates so many key moments in our lives.

It is evocative of time, place and person. If I hear Dean Martin sing I am instantly driving around the countryside where my dad was born, having various places of historical interest and the tiny house where he was born, pointed out to me.

I may roll my eyes, I may have heard it all countless times, but in years to come, when perhaps he will have passed, I will hear Dean Martin sing and I will remember.