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Monday, April 29, 2013

Trenton Photos #6

Penn RR Station

Sam Finkle, 1895

Van Sciver Building

Cadwalader School Pix 1953

Top Row: Al Downing, Alan Kagan, Art Finkle, Ed Berklehamer, Ron Warren, Bob Hollingshead
2nd Row: Elona Farina, Barbara Kuhl, Judy Joseph, Katrina Peters, Dorothy Fizer, Pat Tibbs, Gail Rosenthal, Sandy Lipshitz
3rd Row: Carolyn Lingrel, Paula Robinson, Janice Louden, Susan Rosenthal, Ann Fiestal, Shirley Gary, Judy McFarland, Pat Cunningham
Front Row: Bobby Harris, Jeff Doranz, Larry Trachtenberg, Jack Simons, Marvin Kupersmit, Jimmy Hardman, John Gebhart, Kenny Wood

This was a mixed 5th and 6th grade and Mrs. Clark was our teacher

Shad Fishing in the Delaware River, April

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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Seders Reminisces at Bubbe and Zadie’s

Arthur L. Finkle

Waiting for my eight Aunts, Uncles and their families was an adventure. Because one of the participants lived in New York, we monitored the train schedule.

The smells of Passover wafted from the kitchen, whetting my appetite. However, my eight-year-old food desires and the reality of my desire fulfilled were worlds apart.

The Zayde began the Seder after sundown, usually about 8:30. Using the veteran Maxwell House Haggadah, with its wine stains impressed on the pages from prior years, seemed to be integral to the festivities. Not that I could read (or understand) the English, much less the Hebrew.

I had confidently learned the four questions at Hebrew School. When my Father came home at 7:00, he told me to recite a Yiddish phrase that I remember to this day, even with my short-lived confidence shot. We kids did not understand Yiddish. (Our patents’ generation used this arcane language to keep their secrets from us kids.)

“Zayde, I fer defregana de feir cashas.” I found out years later what it meant (Grandfather, I will ask the four questions).

Then the Seder droned on and on and on. I can empathize with Alex Haley when we heard the story of his native tribe and found Kinte Kunte about 3 hours into the native.

Meanwhile, my young teenaged cousins, without any food, got drunk on especially saccharine Manishewitz wine. (If you get drunk, DION’T do it on Manishewitz wine.)

We commenced eating about 11:00 pm, after pleadings from my Bubbe, Aunts and Uncles to opportune my Zaydie to shortcut some of the footnotes in the Passover story.

The food portion began at 11:00 pm. My Bube’s gefilte fish was excellent. My Zayde’s home-made wine wou ld have been bad even in prohibition days.

We ended the Seder at about 1:30 p[m, about four-five hours after my bedtimes.

Such were my recollections of my family’s Passover Seder.

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