dave@utcsrgv.UUCP (Dave Sherman) (04/19/84)
Sorry to disturb all the interesting discussions about comics,
anti-semitism and loshon haro, but I thought I'd share with you
the most unusual (and wonderful) Seders I've ever had.
My wife gave birth on Sunday morning to our first child, a girl
(Ariela Rivkah, 7 lbs. 11 ozs., since you asked). Monday night,
of course, was the beginning of Pesach. We live in Thornhill, a
suburb of Toronto about 20 km from Mount Sinai Hospital. So I stayed
at a friend's place over Yomtov, arranged for extra meals at the
hospital, brought down a ton of matzoh, wine and other stuff,
and made Seders in Simone's hospital room with the baby with us.
It was great. It also meant I've been able to spend several days
getting to know my daughter (and helping Simone recuperate) without
interruption.
[If you suspect the real reason for this article is not to tell
you about the Seders at all but to brag about our *beautiful*
little girl who is healthy, active and looks just perfect... you
might be right.]
Dave Sherman
Thornhill
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{allegra,cornell,decvax,ihnp4,linus,utzoo}!utcsrgv!daveminow@decvax.UUCP (Martin Minow) (04/21/84)
When I was living in Sweden, I held a Seder for the people in my student dorm corridor. An interesting experiende -- I had to find Haddadahs, cook the food, and lead the Seder (which we conducted in Swedish). In the midst of dinner, the Stockholm University student priest came by -- he was putting flyers in people's mailboxes. I invited him to join us. He got the only remaining wine glass -- Elijah's. At the end, I asked him to give the benediction, which he did in better Hebrew than I commanded (he learned it at school). He was very moved by the experience. And my friends still remember it, even though almost fifteen years have passed. Martin Minow decvax!minow
barryg@sdcrdcf.UUCP (Barry Gold) (04/21/84)
I think the most unusual seder we had was three years ago. My husband was
just back from the hospital after having a major heart attack at 35
(due to stress, not cholesterol).
I invited two friends at the last minute (calling them up at an SF
convention--and nearly panicking them).
At the seder, my husband went out to wash his hands--and I went out to do
"something" in the kitchen--leaving the afikomen up for grabs. However,
our guests hadn't seen my husband make and hide the afikomen--and thought
that perhaps it had slipped his mind. So they grabbed a piece of matzo,
wrapped it in a spare napkin (the same type of napkin my husband had used)
and stuck half a matzo in it. And then hid it. Right next to the real one!
Come the end of the dinner, my husband strolled over to where he had hidden
the afikomen, expecting to find it missing. And instead found it had
doubled! We weren't sure which was the real afikomen, so we shared out
pieces of each among us.
--Lee Gold
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Barry Gold
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Arpanet: barry@BNLrao@utcsstat.UUCP (Eli Posner) (04/22/84)
Martin: First of all, it's HaGGadah, NOT HaDDadah.
Also, non-Jews should not be present at Seders, especially not leading
the benching (benediction)!!
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Eli Posner
{allegra,ihnp4,linus,decvax}!utzoo!utcsstat!rao