I've been thinking about family seders in my grandparents' apartment.
For those of you who don't know what a seder is, here's a link that provides a summary:
http://www.jewfaq.org/seder.htm
And for those of you who don't know what Passover is, it's a seven or eight day (not sure) holiday that represents, in essence, the Book of Moses. The Jews' exit from Egypt. Big time stuff.
Seders are very, very, very long (yes, three verys). They are not a meal till the end. There are many traditions that must be followed and rituals that must be performed.
My mother's mother was the daughter of a rabbi. She believed fervently in following through on everything.
The pre-Passover activities were major. Cleaning like no other cleaning (my grandmother was an immaculate housekeeper). No amount of cleaning was clean enough. We all helped. In addition to super-cleaning, no crumb of anything with leavening was allowed in the house. No crumb. Nuttin'. Nada. The final i dot of leavening was removed from the apartment with a feather. I don't know why. I liked the feather part.
Another major production was changing all the dishes. A kosher home has two sets of dishes at a minimum. One for meat; the other for dairy. Also two sets of silverware. All of this had to be changed to two Passover sets of dishes and silverware. We didn't all help with this since most of us couldn't tell the difference between one set and the other.
Once we all gathered at the table, I had to remind myself that we weren't gonna eat for a long time. A nibble of this, a sip of wine. Some bitter stuff (bitter herbs are part of the ceremony). A lot of praying. Fortunately, I usually got to sit next to my cousin, who would occasionally make me laugh. However, I had a job to do. He didn't. For many years, I was the youngest. I had to ask, "Why is this night different from any other night?" I was always on the alert for my cue.
The seder went on for hours, until my grandfather said his version of amen--"Lizzie, let's eat." For my early childhood years, I actually thought the seder was over when he said that. My grandfather was a religious man. He went to temple every Saturday. But I guess hunger or impatience would get the better of him. We ate.
I once attended a seder at my mother's friend's house. No grandpa present. They had the whole seder--I think. Why don't I know for sure? I fell asleep.
So here I am at the ripe old age of 64, and I've never been conscious through a whole seder. That's ok with me.
Passover was also an event at school. Why? How do you bring a bag lunch to school with no sandwiches? It was a week of challenges for the parent who made the lunch and a week of, "Whatdya got?" from the students to each other in the cafeteria.
I can still hear Grandpa say, "Lizzie, let's eat." Yay Grandpa. How I loved dat man.