Let It Be is not the first musical tribute show to hit the West End. It’s not even the first to star Birmingham born Reuven Gershon, who before joining the Fab Four at the Prince of Wales Theatre played Buddy Holly in the imaginatively named Buddy. But the actor says there is no danger of audiences getting bored.
Standing in the ruins of Bergen Belsen just two years after it was liberated, chatting to children who had lost their entire families to the Nazis and survived unthinkable horrors, Greville Janner could hardly have predicted just how much the experience would shape his future.
Of all the cities in which a Jewish Holocaust survivor might choose to open a restaurant, a mere 15 years after the end of the Second World War, Munich, birthplace of the Nazi movement, would be the least appealing option. At least, you would think so.
One event we are guaranteed not to see: the families of superstar violinist Itzhak Perlman and that of the equally starry cantor, Yitzchak Helfgot, on stage together.
For despite the free-flowing musicality that runs through both families — four of Perlman’s five children are professional musicians — neither man seems disposed to have their children follow directly in their footsteps.
The photos have been taken, the memories made. The bags are now strewn across the floor. Voices have been lost, friendships formed. There have been tears and thrills, smiles and sing-songs, even a smidgen of Jewish education. The holidays are coming to an end for another year, and with them the summer camps and tours that have become a staple of the Anglo-Jewish calendar.
By Jennifer Lipman and Anna Sheinman, August 16, 2012
Miranda Salter, aged 49, from Hendon, was a performer at the opening and closing ceremonies
"Danny Boyle signed my drumsticks. He gave a speech before the opening ceremony. He said: “In 10 minutes we are going live to the world”. Then he came to speak to some of the performers. I asked for an autograph, and the drumsticks were the only thing I had for him to sign.
I remember my father once telling me about an occasion when he ran into somebody with whom he had been at school several decades earlier. This man had done very well in business, as he explained to my father before asking him what he did. “I’m a photographer,” my dad replied.