I remember…dad was alive. Because…he died…it seems to me (I think) in the year (19)43. Either (194)2 or (194)3. I was young. She had…my mother had…Hanukkah…what a hanukkia. Such size. It (was made) entirely of silver. Of silver. And it (was) entirely cups…how many? Eight cups, right? For Hanukkah? It was eight (cups). They would put…oil…oil…sesame oil and water, and put in a wick, how beautiful! And it was this big […] and they hung…they would attach it to the ceiling. There’s something special, (they would) attach it and light it…every day a cup. Every day a cup. And we would…all of us would…we would all sit around dad, and he would light the candles and say the blessings and we (would) all (say) amen. Every day (it was) like that, every day (it was) like that. And of course they (would) do (something) like a party. Every day, for eight days, they would do (it) like that.