A flight of New England Fancy – A passover Seder!

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It’s been a while since I’ve been back to Massachusetts… I think it was for Dillon and Liz’s wedding, wasn’t it? That’s sounding right… though I frankly can’t believe that was only six months ago. These last few months have felt like forever, and it was high time that I got back East. The rock was calling, family and friends beckoned, and I hadn’t seen my Grandma in far, far too long…


Saturday, 16-May-2022

Man… I can’t remember the last time I had a Passover Seder with my family in person. It must have been at least three or four years… Pre-Covid, definitely, and I’m pretty sure that it was noticeably before then.

This was a unique chance – COVID had died down enough that everyone was (hesitantly) comfortable meeting in person, assuming we all took a couple tests ahead of time, and the whole family was in one place for the first time in… jeeze. At least 10 years, if I’m remembering correctly.

Granted, it was also a bit melancholy… this was the first year that we were missing an entire generation. Melancholy, but also important – as the first year without either my Grandma or Grandpa, it was important for us all to get together and celebrate our heritage, family, and the spirit that the show goes on… even if those who founded the show have passed away.


We ate, we drank, we fulfilled the mitzvot of the Seder.

We caught up, played with the newest youngsters, and used the time we had together as best we could. It was, undoubtedly, a good Seder.


As a small note to future version of myself – this is a good spot to note just where my mental state was, these days. It wasn’t great, truth be told. Spending time with family, and away from my normal haunts, was absolutely good for me… but it was being a tough year.

As a tangible example: I didn’t realize that it was Passover until I arrived, and was looking for crackers to snack on. “Cracker’s aren’t kosher for Passover, Ben!”

I knew that I was going to Mass for the Seder. I knew that a Seder meant Passover. But I never made the connection that “Going to Mass” meant “Passover”. I just didn’t have the spoons to make that connection, until it was kinetically right in front of me.

Yeah. I needed that break.

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