This is such a complex sentence. So much detail and character building in just one sentence. I've tried to follow the pattern, but it was difficult to keep track of the parts of such a complicated train of thought, and make sure it didn't become just a jumble. Here it is:
My father, even though his deep, rich baritone, the legacy of generations of Welsh quarrymen, their voices ringing out in glorious harmonies across the green valleys of the north—the consolation of those choirs to men who knew suffering—was no longer the soaring golden voice that had set him among the angels as a boy soprano, could reduce us all to quiet tears as he sang, so that we almost forgot it was only with three or four drinks under his belt that he could bear the burden of grief those songs laid on him.
This is such a complex sentence. So much detail and character building in just one sentence. I've tried to follow the pattern, but it was difficult to keep track of the parts of such a complicated train of thought, and make sure it didn't become just a jumble. Here it is:
My father, even though his deep, rich baritone, the legacy of generations of Welsh quarrymen, their voices ringing out in glorious harmonies across the green valleys of the north—the consolation of those choirs to men who knew suffering—was no longer the soaring golden voice that had set him among the angels as a boy soprano, could reduce us all to quiet tears as he sang, so that we almost forgot it was only with three or four drinks under his belt that he could bear the burden of grief those songs laid on him.