“As this was the first Succah since our arrival, we were invited by our neighbours to join them.  The father, a patriarchal looking old man with a saintly face, sat at the head of the table, and we were fascinated by his looks.  His eldest son came in soon after, followed by his other grown-up sons and his daughters.  He greeted his aged father with a smile, and wished him good ‘Yom Tov’ and bowed his head for his father’s blessing.  Then one by one all the children came to greet him and receive his blessing, with quite a number of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and last but not least the little great-great-grandchild.

“When my parents looked astonished at the number, one of the daughters quietly said:  ’You see that here we marry our children while very young, so that the Psalmist’s words are very often fulfilled in Palestine, and nearly everyone has his quiver full.’  When all were quiet, our aged friend repeated a prayer over the wine, and the large silver cup was passed from one to the other.  This was very solemnly and reverently done.

“After this, our aged neighbour’s children who had large families went to their own homes, while those of his children who had small families remained to celebrate the Feast with him.  When he had washed his hands before eating and repeated the blessing upon the meal, he took his youngest great-grandchild on his knee.

“The only thing that saddened the scene was the empty chair beside our aged friend—­his wife had died during the course of the year.  The family all looked at the empty chair and sighed, and the great-great-grandfather, with tears glistening in his eyes, also gave a sigh, and then turned with a smile to his large family and said:  ’Let us begin.  My little Samuel will start a Brocha,’ and the rest listened to hear how the little one lisped the words after his great-grandfather.

“The following day our aged friend sat like a king in his Succah, while relatives and friends came to pay their respects to him, and all was joy and merriment.

“Some of the younger grandchildren wanted to show their grandfather what they had lately learned, and there was quite a scramble around his knees to try and be first heard.  With a wave of his hand he said:  ’I will hear you all in turn, my children.’  This quietened the eager little souls, and they waited patiently for their turns to come.

“While the children were thus busy with their grandfather, the elder sons and sons-in-law and their wives sat around, discussing quietly various topics of interest, till the time for Mincha came round.

“Then the great grandfather went to Shule, followed by all his children.

“Visiting other neighbours during the Succah weeks, we found that they preserved this beautiful and ancient way of keeping the Festival.

“I never realized till then what a great influence for good the surroundings and teaching in childhood can be, and how a father and mother can leave the impress of their teaching in early life upon both sons and daughters.  It is the mother specially who forms the child’s soul, quite as clearly on the boys as on the girls from their cradle-days, and the father and the teacher only builds on the foundation laid by the mother:  this is seen here more than elsewhere.”