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1138 days ago 5 comments Categories: Holidays Tags: memories, Passover, Easter

I am not sure what you are doing this weekend but it is likely that you are with family or friends celebrating Easter, Passover, or April Fools day .

What do you think about memory? It is a strange thing. Moments in our lives recorded on our nervous systems with electrical impulses. Some are etched so deeply we recall all the details what we were doing, saying, smelling, seeing. Sometimes these moments are snapshots in the collective conscience of a generation like the day Kennedy was shot, the Challenger explosion, Trump election or other collective shared event that allows you to permanently record all of your actions of a moment or day.

I am not sure what you are doing this weekend but it is likely that you are with family or friends celebrating Easter or Passover. Quite possibly building memories to be stored in your memory to be recalled each year by a Easter bonnet, the smell of Brisket or gifilte fish cooking. The memories of your and those around you. I would like to hear what are your memories of this weekend or your Easter/Passover memories from years past.

I am 50 years old this year. Here are what I think of when I try to access Passover memories:

Hallway that smelled like mothballs, a Black cabinet filled with a huge bag of pistachios red of course, my grandfather’s smile allowing me access to the bag filled with the colorful salty nuts. Sitting in his lap trying to learn the 4 questions…a carp in my bathtub my grandmothers smile (she knew that fish was no my new pet, but that gifilte fish was great)…pieces of a glass wine cup in my mouth smooth and sharp…my heart pounding in front of 50 people reading the 4 questions, my fathers smile at the successful completion…My “uncle” slapping me on the back with a mouth full of horseradish whose ether brings tears to my eyes exclaiming “That will put hair on your chest my boy”…. smell of brisket cooking…my mother’s exasperated expression when my father told her she could not use noodles for Passover “what am I going to do with all of this noodle Kugel? Knowing full well it was not for Passover but needing to conceal my father’s upcoming surprise party…My heart pounding in front of 30 people as I lead my first sedar…. My sense that my face was not big enough for my smile as each of my children read the 4 questions for the first time…the empty feeling when my children do not return from their young lives for Passover…

What are your memories?

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  •  Corey_Bearak wrote 1138 Days Ago (positive) 
     
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    Glad you remembered to blog today
     
       
     
     
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  •  Susan_Zinder wrote 1138 Days Ago (neutral) 
     
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    My memories include Dad leading the seder from the other end of the room, you and David sitting next to Dad, Mom lighting candles next to me, Elijah coming into the synagogue's community seder in the form of a family friend dressed in a toga, you chewing on glass, the kitchen in Woodland filled with women filling pot luck Passover plates, you leading your first and other seders, your son singing all of the verses of Who Knows One?, your daughter acting out Avadim Hayenu as she sang, ... I remember that, and also the look on your face laughing at an oft repeated Passover joke.
     
       
     
     
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  •  MarilynGenoa wrote 1138 Days Ago (neutral) 
     
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    Sooo many, and thank you for making me stop to remember them. I hope everyone enjoyed whatever holiday they may have celebrated this past weekend, and if this weekend was not a holiday weekend for you, that you enjoyed the weather we had before being sidelined by yet another crazed snow event.
     
       
     
     
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  •  CarlyMeyer wrote 1137 Days Ago (neutral) 
     
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    Josh,
    Thank you for providing the moment to stop and reflect. Very early Sunday mornings, hunting for Easter baskets with my little brothers. Easter Sunrise Service, sitting on my grandmothers lap listening to her hum hymns into my little ears. White shoes, gloves, pink hats and a tiny purse on my arm. Our entire family sitting together, talking about the upcoming baseball season and watching the Chicago Cubs. My grandmother Sandbloom's rice pudding cooking on the stove. Playing at my grandfather's feet. Walking to visit the cows on the farm and the late afternoon "ladies stroll" with my grandma, Mom, Aunt and little girl cousins.
     
       
     
     
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  •  Daniel_Schwartz wrote 1137 Days Ago (neutral) 
     
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    Many memories too, especially now that my family has moved or has passed away. I texted my cousin who is not local anymore and rekindled several memories. My dad always hosted the seder and my cousin always sat next me at the table. She just reminded me of the many times I would get her to laugh at the table, of course followed by a very cross gaze of my dad. He knew it was me causing the disturbance (as my cousin was very introverted and quiet), but it was our thing and talking about it this weekend brought so many good memories that connected our family so many years ago.
    Great Blog Josh.
     
       
     
     
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