With it, I quoted a priest friend:
Jewish Press Spring was coming the long snowy cold winters were ending. Passover was coming along which meant a complete airing out and cleaning of our home. Getting rid of the chometz was a ritual we practiced it was one of our only connections to Judaism.
We always spent time with the family and one of my first memories of Passover finds me a happy two year old, sitting on a highchair eating a huge turkey drumstick while my grandfather read from his Haggadah a rare relic from our family passed down until the pages sadly fell apart.
My family is sitting around a circular table set covered with Pesach delectables. We all listen to the brief explanation of the story of Passover joining in only to belt out the songs we loved.
It was the one time a year we were all together. I danced around the table until my grandfather finished the song. When we reached the end I was exhausted and whisked off to bed my doting parents.
The food was catered and the Seder revolved around grown up talk. It was fun to see the family but the Seder was secondary to the socialization.
While they talked shop, my aunts and mother spoke about the latest hair colors, best shopping deals.
On they went in this manner for most of the night. We the children were sent to the playroom full of the latest gadgets, to play. We were only at the table briefly and knew to stay out of the grownup discussions.
These gatherings continued until I turned 10 and then we spent Passover at a hotel in the Catskills. It was a full week of yummy Pesach food and fun. The communal Seders were noisy and quick.
The focus of the week was on relaxation and amusement. We always had some kind of a Seder but not everyone came anymore. When I was 19 my sister and parents became religious. The face of Passover began to change.
Although I attended these new style Seders now held in my childhood home I found them long and tiring. I did respect their lifestyle changes but was unable to connect to it. The miracle of Passover just did not penetrate my soul.
For the first time I had an inkling of what Pesach was. I had just learned about this with my rabbi and had many questions and ideas just waiting to be expressed.
I happened to be working for a Shomer Shabbos company so I had off from the beginning of Adar until after Pesach. I decided to close up my apartment and spend the whole holiday at home.
This would be my first time ever keeping all of Pesach and I was excited and scared. I hope I can do this so many new things to do. I have to observe so several days of Yom Tov and have all these new halachos to keep. Yet, this is all so exciting I have found a connection to Torah and mitzvahs, a beautiful new world.
I am so excited. I really am looking forward to this new experience. Seder night came the beauty of the table and the Seder plate captured my heart. I felt myself opening up to a new world. From the get-go, kadesh, orchatz, etc.
I felt riveted in the orbit of Mitzrayim. I could feel the pain of the slaves and the sorrow of my brothers.You might think that celebrating Passover is only appropriate in the Jewish tradition, but this holiday is the foundation upon which Easter stands.
time, and interact with family, relatives, neighbors and strangers as we Passover Seders remain a joyous, festive celebration that refreshes our faith and reminds us of the goodness. very year for Passover, my family would drive 90 minutes to attend a seder at my aunt and uncle’s kibbutz.
They lived on Kibbutz Beth Alpha, near Jordan, and we lived in Haifa. Hundreds of. The Passover seder (literally, “order”) is probably the most celebrated and beloved of Jewish home rituals. Many Jews have cherished memories of past family times spent at a seder. It is believed that the obligation to tell the story of the Exodus was observed by Jews ever since the actual Exodus itself.
Inviting folks who don’t know anything about Judaism, Passover, or seders to share the experience with me is a teaching tool that helps my friends understand me better, and helps us all talk.
Mar 28, · I dreaded my family's Passover Seders — until I understood redemption. And I will do that by celebrating with all kinds of foods I won’t have to sell: leavened and unleavened.
It's how I. At family seders, I would dutifully recite the story of the Israelites’ abuse by the Pharaohs, while harboring a secret love for the land of the oppressors. “Let my people go,” I would sing, while longing to visit the Nile kingdom.