Thirty-one years, I’ve been married, come June. And we have celebrated as many Passovers together. It’s hard to explain how all those dinners with all the family and friends have blended in memory into one holiday.
Passover is not a holiday I grew up with. There are no nostalgic childhood memories of the seder for me. I think of Thanksgiving and the smell of turkey roasting, making turkey pictures by tracing my hand and adding feathers and beak (and that gobbly thing) with crayons. I remember waiting for Santa Claus, hoping for water colors so my pictures would have “good” smooth colors like in books (not scratchy crayon colors), and how peaceful the colored lights look on a tree inside the house. Remember watching fireworks on the Fourth of July while drinking root beer and sitting on top of the car at the A&W drive-in on US-2! And being piffed at the parents who thought Halloween meant only going to the relatives’ houses for “trick or treat” where we got popcorn balls or apples—then finally at age 14 I went out with friends until 11 p.m. dressed as a geisha to collect treats at the “Go-Go Club.” That was my last Halloween. All fond memories.
Now it’s been thirty-one years of making a sedar, and because it’s a two for one, also going to seders, and Passover has become a holiday with many memories.
Some seders stand out clearly and happily, while others blend pleasantly to a sort of ideal season to anticipate. Last year, my husband at age 56 met his “new” twin brothers. It was a very happy and exciting seder. This year, Aunt H. is going to undergo chemo for breast cancer and Uncle B. was hospitalized. Also, my mother died in February.
Even after thirty-one years, I still make mistakes. Mr. Tess printed out this because I still make mistakes.
“Baw rukh ah tah Adaonai Eloheynu melekh ha ohlahm asher keedeeshahanu be mitz voh-tahv veetzeevahnoo leehahdleek nerh shel yom tov.”
So what hope do I have of making and understanding Japanese food. or really understanding Japanese culture? I have never even been to Japan!
Well, it’s still an adventure.
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