Three mothers, one tongue: Returning to the joys of Yiddish song

The old woman sniggered over my shoulder at the gibberish I’d copied into my exercise book. It was my first year at Yiddish Sunday school and at six years old I had forgotten that the text was written from right to left. A boy studies Yiddish at a Hasidic school in Chicago in 2006. My face burned with embarrassment at
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