Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Pre-war Minsk

The little wisenheimer herself.
My daughter received for Hanukah The Big Book of Jewish Humor. And since then there has been no turning back, either to knock-knock jokes or the shtetl.

Now the jokes are of an earnest, avoid-the-antisemites, oy-vey variety. I feel like I'm living in the borsht belt. Obviously this is one of the ways cultural identity is formed, just need to wait until she works her way to more modern comics.

Here's a taste of the schtick:

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