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I set my table with metaphor:
the curling parsley—green sign nailed to the doors
of God’s underground; salt of desert and eyes;
the roasted shank bone of a Pascal lamb,
relic of sacrifice and…
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Linda Pastan
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1971
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Moritz Daniel Oppenheim
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Frankfurt am Main, German Empire
(Frankfurt am Main, Germany)
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1880
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On the nights before Passover, Rosh Hashanah, and Yom Kippur, my mother would send me to the butcher with some birds to be slaughtered according to ritual so the meat would be kosher—that is, clean…
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Lázaro Liacho
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
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1943
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Dear Mo:
I se no way for you to keep Pesah at William Hanry thear fore you had batter come over hear the Sunday before than you neat not due any thing to your house to git the hamez out of your house…
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Aaron Hart
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Trois-Rivières, Kingdom of Great Britain
(Trois-Rivières, Canada)
Date:
1790
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Grandfather scurries from cupboard to cupboard in his black coat; he looks in every corner, checking for bread crumbs in my treasure drawer, under my crystals and shells. He rummages through…
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György Konrád
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1982
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It was close to Passover. In the house, Passover was already present. But Father was not in a holiday mood. He looked at nobody and even his appearance changed. A yellow cast covered his face.
He had…
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Yosef Rabin
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1945
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In Brownsville tenements the kitchen is always the largest room and the center of the household. As a child I felt that we lived in a kitchen to which four other rooms were annexed. My mother, a “home…
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Alfred Kazin
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1951
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He carried his camera and case into the dining room, and as he stood there for a moment, peering at the table through the twilight haze in the room, he breathed deeply of the familiar holiday odors…
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Jo Sinclair
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1946
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Artist Unknown
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1502
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Can you guess, children, which is the best of all holidays? Hannukah, of course.
You don’t go to cheder for eight days in a row, you eat pancakes every day, spin your dreidel to your heart’s content…
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Sholem Aleichem
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(Ukraine, Ukraine)
Date:
1900