“We weren't allowed to have candles. No. My mom. Your…” — Morbid at 29:20
“We weren't allowed to have candles. No. My mom. Your grandma. My grandmother. Her mother. Yeah, they would not let us. Ever. She. She. Yeah. So when we would all go up to bed, if the menorah was not done burning yet, you don't blow out those candles. Nuh-uh. Oh, yeah. My parents would put it in the sink to finish…”
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