A Date With Passover Memories
Once a year, soon after Purim, my parents lug down the hydraulic press from their attic.
Once a year, soon after Purim, my parents lug down the hydraulic press from their attic.
\”When I left Baghdad in 1951,\” Naji Harkham recalled of the day he left for Israel, \”I left with tears in my eyes. To me, Baghdad was good. I had so many Muslim friends who didn\’t want me to leave.\”
The stench in New York after Sept. 11 reminded Julia Millman of Europe.
Although I was there, I can\’t tell you much about the events of Sept. 11, 2001, that you don\’t already know. After all, you had CNN; I only had my two eyes and the prescription lenses I thankfully remembered to grab as I fled the apartment.
Passover is a special holiday for me and brings back many wonderful food memories.
Another year come and gone. Another one beginning. For me, an occasion more for recollection than repentance.