Legendary chazzan Yossele Rosenblatt had always dreamed that his last pulpit would be in the Holy Land
Yossele sings at the Kosel in a scene from The Dream of My People
He had no sooner landed on its shore than it seemed to him as though an oppressive weight had been lifted from him. He felt rejuvenated, restored, filled with new hope and zest for living. The first piano he saw was immediately put into action by him, and, after having played on it for a while in an accompaniment of a tune he was singing, he pranced around the room like a child, so that my mother felt embarrassed.
“Yossele, what are you doing?” she tried to interrupt his frolicking. “You are behaving like an infant.”
“That’s exactly how I feel — like a newborn babe,” was my father’s quick retort.
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