If my childhood was to have had a narrator, the voice would have belonged to Thomas Winding.
The author, director, narrator (and more) died today 71 years old.
I doubt I will ever forget his deep, calm voice - especially because it was pretty much associated with 80% of all tv-entertainment for kids when I was little. It had that sound or depth or harmony, that would make you listen. Like REALLY listen. He could probably be reading knitting diagrams or pastry recipies, and you'd still listen.
It's odd how a voice can have such an impact, but perhaps you're more easily affected by the impressions you meet when you're a child? I don't know. But I will miss that voice.
Rest in peace.