by Akiva at Mystical Paths
An elder yid (an old man) got up in synagogue this Shabbos, after services at the kiddush, to sing a song. This 82 year old little yiddela, with a smile on his face and often a song to share, prefaced his song with this story...
We were on the Death March, in Czechoslovakia, May 8, 1945. The Nazi's, y"s (their name should be blotted out) had locked us in a building for the night.
When morning came, the door was unlocked. A Nazi (y"s) stood there and said, "the war is over, you're free" and walked away.
We huddled together for some time, at first not believing it, but after a while when no one came, no soldiers to torture us, we just huddled not know what to do. Suddenly, someone in the back began to sing this song:
My yiddishe mama, oh my yiddishe mama, how I think of you.
My yiddishe mama, oh my yiddishe mama, I'll be home in 6 days....
And he sang for us, of hope in the midst of the darkest night.
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
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