I've been my mom's kitchen helper since I was a little kid.
To go to the synagogue with one's father on the Passover eve - is there in the world a greater pleasure than that? What is it worth to be dressed in new clothes from head to foot, and to show off before one's friends? Then the prayers themselves - the first Festival evening prayer and blessing.
I got me a hit record and I ain't never made a cent from it.
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