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Talking to my father this morning, he let slip a bit of family history he'd never shared before. He said on Easter Sunday he always remembers that if his father hadn't been so terrified every Easter Sunday in the Ukraine, we wouldn't be here. In 1912 he'd had one pogrom too many and left their village for the U.S.
I shudder to think what must have gone through my father's mind when I happily made Easter hats and marched in the parade at school as a kid. We also had a great aunt on his mother's side who had been a public school teacher and had the habit, so always made us kids Easter baskets. We'd have Passover Seder, then go to her house the following Sunday for Easter chocolate. He never made any fuss about it, but clearly he had some issues.
I shudder to think what must have gone through my father's mind when I happily made Easter hats and marched in the parade at school as a kid. We also had a great aunt on his mother's side who had been a public school teacher and had the habit, so always made us kids Easter baskets. We'd have Passover Seder, then go to her house the following Sunday for Easter chocolate. He never made any fuss about it, but clearly he had some issues.
