Cantorial music, however, was much more. It helped him quench a certain thirst for Judaism because he was part of the lost generation and had not had a decent Jewish education.
We were all supposed to be sleeping, but our bedroom was right next to the reception area and Gedaliah and I could hear the music playing very softly. Not only were we awake and listening, but, in order to hear better, I had opened the door slightly and I was lying in bed with my head hanging off the foot of the bed to hear better. It wasn't too long before we were discovered, but instead of being angry, it strengthened Daddy's resolve to give us music lessons. Not long after that, they enrolled us in the Boston Music School where I studied violin and Gedaliah studied piano.