Misted up on the corner of River and Water Streets today, remembering how Mama used to sing "Sunrise, Sunset" to me as a child.
"Fiddler on the Roof" was probably my first introduction to Jewish life, long before I read the "All of A Kind" family books or ever saw "Crossing Delancey."
That memory came to me a flashback nearly 45 years later, and I took it a as sign that Mama is proud of what I am doing.
Misting up all over again writing this right now.
Sunrise, sunset,
Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears ~
Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears ~
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