“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find. Catch me a catch.”
Oh, how I enjoy some Fiddler on the Roof. I haven’t seen it in such a long while, but am kind of glad that I am sick so that I have some excuse to sit at my house and watch the WHOLE thing…from marriage to marriage to marriage to pogrom to America. All three of those daughters had crazy luck finding fellas without the help of their Yenta…too bad I don’t have the same luck.
They had a great father who didn’t bend to the “TRADITIONS…tradition!” and allowed them to marry the men with whom they fell in love. And he was very clever to convince his wife to allow this as well through the cunning use of dreams…
Well, must get back. Tzeitel and Motel are about to be wed.
Enjoy “The Bottle Dance”
