The Jewish holiday of Passover begins this evening. Passover commemorates the departure of the ancient Israelites from Egypt. Under Egypt’s Pharaoh, the Jews had been enslaved and utilized, at least in part, in the building of large construction projects.
The story of Moses and the 10 plagues which resulted in the release of the Jews has been memorably (if somewhat melodramatically) retold by Cecil B. DeMille in The Ten Commandments. Over time this 1956 film has become a marker of the season, like It’s a Wonderful Life during the winter holiday season. I must say that seeing Charleton Heston as Moses is a bit unsettling, but his performance is wholly appropriate to what now seems a bit campy. (Author’s note: In researching this diary, it was revealed that DeMille actually filmed an earlier version of the story, way back in 1923.)
The seven day holiday is commemorated in Jewish households by the Seder, which literally means order. The seder is a combined religious service and meal during which there is a succession of rituals. The Haggadah is a book which contains the entire seder service.
Typically the host will place upon the Seder table a Seder plate containing several symbols. These are the bitter herbs (representing the bitterness of slavery), charoset (a mixture of chopped fruits and nuts representing the mortar of the aforesaid construction projects), salt water and a dipping vegetable (the salt water representing the tears of the Egyptian’s slaves), a lamb’s roasted shankbone (representing sacrifice) and an egg (symbolizing mourning according to Wikipedia). Some households have different meanings for these items. In mine, the egg was also taken to represent the coming spring season.
Finally, the matzot, or unleavened bread, made only of flour and water, is like the bread made by the ancient Jews before their flight from Egypt. Their hasty departure left no time for their bread to rise. And so today, Jews eat this cracker-like bread during the pendency of the 7 day holiday. Also, many have multiple Seders. (Note: Observant Jews eat no leavened bread or other leavened bakery products during the holiday. In fact, no such products are even to be present in the home during the seven day period.)
Of course, each family has its own traditions to add. Lately mine has created a new one. Getting the proper bone has sometimes presented a problem. I remember a time while growing up when we drew a picture of a bone and cut it out for placement upon the Seder plate when no suitable bone was available. In recent years, during visits to rural Utah, we came upon a small shop that sold dinosaur bones and fragments. At the insistance of the now 7 year old boran2 boy, we purchased some of these. A couple of years ago, we again ran into the bone problem and I half-jokingly offered to my mother one of the said dinosaur bones. She endured this substitution at the time but has now apparently fully embraced this custom. The other day, she called and asked that we bring a dinosaur bone for her seder plate. From such small things new traditions grow.
Happy Passover!
Happy Passover! I love your dinosaur bone tradition.
My little family and another celebrate together with a tradition of acting out the exodus story, amid much merriment involving the throwing of stuffed animals, and trying out all kinds of alternative haggodot that can be pretty amusing.
Speaking of alternative, in deference to my daughter’s vegetarianism we usually use a beet or yam (“especially in Berkeley!) on our seder plate instead of a shankbone.
A yam sounds like a great idea, except that I’d be tempted to eat it!
I am woefully ignorant of the traditions and customs of other people. Thanks for this. And Happy Passover!
What SN said. Happy Passover.
Happy Passover, Boran.
I hope you have a great time with your family.
Thanks, BooMan!
Lovely diary Boran2. A very Happy Passover to you and your family.
Chag Sameach
And for those of us who grew up the counting down the pages in the Haggadah until the “Festive Meal”, Slate has provided the perfect solution, the 2 minute seder:
Chag sameah, Andi!
Besides being quite funny, this condensed version really resonated with me since as a child my grandfather, who was orthodox, ran the seder so we skipped nothing and did everything in Hebrew and English. Sometimes we didn’t eat until 9.
yup that’s how my grandfather did it too. Entertainment was always provided though, by my mom, who is usually a total teetotaler and always got tipsy by the second cup of wine.
We had my Uncle Chick for that but he wasn’t a teetotaler. He just went through about 8 glasses in the time the rest of the adults had done two. Elijah was lucky he kept his hands off that glass. But he was also the best Afikomen hider and he always got us silver dollars.
I think I’ll use this version sometimes this week. I especially like the four questions.
Thank you for sharing information and your traditions. It is part of this wonderful community that we learn more about each other’s traditions and beliefs.
May all who celebrate this holiday have a blessed and peaceful season. May the coming year be equally blessed and full of peace.
Happy Passover to you and yours.
I was going to write a humor thingy about our traditional non-traditions and how my family is schlepping it along, finding our own way through some of these holidays. π
Thank you for sharing yours with us. It helps me on my journey π I’m a mutt when it comes to spirituality. I take a little of this and a little of that, always adding or deleting.
One Tradition that is set in stone here: Alice’s Restaurant is played while eating Thanksgiving Dinner.
Psst… I’m in love with an artist, philosopher, folk/rock singer songwriter named Peter Himmelman. He doesn’t perform on certain days. You might fall in love with his cds, too. I’d try his “Skin” – that’s my “religion” in music if I had to have a religion and his kid’s CD (folk singers always do kid songs) “My Fabulous Plum” π
Great diary boran2! The dinosaur bone is wonderful!
Our traditional hood Seder will be tomorrow, to free up all the Catholics and Muslims for religious observances on Friday.
This is the season when all Muslims enjoy reaping the rewards of all those Iftar invitations handed out like candy during Ramadan – first the Seder, and then the Easter dinner on Sunday!
There is gossip that my Ukrainain neighbor has already dispatched one of her descendants to the farmer’s market with instructions to purchase very large bags of potatoes and sweet onions. This can only mean one thing: Seder latkes!
The Ethiopians and Yemenis, with the help of some Mexicans, naturally, have dug the pits, and will be putting the lambs in very late tonight, and I can hear some lively discussion on the subject of what our contribution will be, and what huge quantity of it should be made, as a record number of feasters are expected. (Fortunately there are several very popular and festive options that can be made very cheaply)
And this morning Madame was seen supervising the transport of some pillows and rugs to the home where the feast will take place.
(Neither we nor our Seder hosts dine sitting up high in chairs with our shoes on. That is a picturesque European custom but I do not think it is very good for the digestion, especially on a feast day.)
I so want to pack up lock, stock, and kittycats and move to your neighborhood!
My boss is a Reformed Jew and we tease him a lot. My downstairs neighbors are much more conservative religiously, but extremely cool and wonderful people. They have invited my daughter and me to Sukhot in our shared backyard (yes, they erect the tent and all) and Friday dinners and their son’s Bar Mitzfah (excuse the spelling) and we have learned lots and shared lots. They are a fabulous family and have really blessed me and my daughter with their openess and willingness to answer questions and share their culture. Today, Judith, the mom, underwent surgery to remove one of her breasts. She was diagnosed with breast cancer a couple of months ago and has so far undergone intense chemo and today surgery and soon radiation therapy and reconstruction surgery. She is a beautiful soul and I want to take this moment to say a blessing for her. As the Jews fled Egypt, may Judith flee this disease for once and for all. No one is more deserving of a long and happy life than she. A devoted mother, a devoted friend and a devoted member of her temple, may Judith see many more sunrises and sunsets.
Thank you for this lovely diary and have a blessed Passover with you and your family.
Happy Passover boran2, to you and your family.
Happy Passover Boran2. Wonderful diary – thanks.
It gets even better with the comments you inspired.
We all celebrate with you.