Passover Memories

Product Description
I was raised Catholic and attended a Catholic boarding school, not knowing my own parents were Jewish. While away at school, I was invited to share a Passover meal with a friend I had made. That meal is what inspired this story. I am now a grandmother myself and as I age, I look back at the past and see so much lost to immaturity and youth. What seemed so insignificant years ago now has more meaning. Passover is a yearly ritual in the Jewish faith, and as children I think we get a little bored with the repetition of the same story each year, whether it is about Easter, Christmas or any religious holiday. We tend to forget the true meaning of the celebration. Over time, I began to feel the importance of that Passover meal I had attended; the warmth of that holiday, and the love I had felt surround me.

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Using a writing style without artifice, evoking effortless emotion, she writes about her Jewish grandmother ...