Great Aunt Cele’s Seders


As Pesach approaches, I often think about my Great Aunt Cele and the Seders she held for my family in the 1950s on Cylburn Avenue. Aunt Cele was never married, but she was the matriarch of our family. She treated her nieces and nephews like they were her own children. And her great nieces and nephews were a special joy for her.

With great passion, Aunt Cele held on to the tradition of her parents, who came from Kovna Geberna in Russia. I don’t know what Seders were like for her growing up, but for me they were the highlight of every year. At the Seder, adorned in my favorite dress and shiny, black Mary Jane shoes, I sat on one side of Aunt Cele, while my brother Julian, in his brown suit-like attire, sat on her other side. Across from us were my mother and father, and at the head of the table sat my Uncle Nate, Aunt Cele’s brother, who led the Seder in his lyrical Hebrew.

Each of us had our own kiddush cup. My brother’s and mine were tiny glass ones. Each cup sat on a white plate with a painted flower design in the middle. I believe those plates had belonged to Aunt Cele’s parents, my great-grandparents. Also, we each had our own Haggadah. For Julian and me, they were small booklets with colorful pictures to make the story come alive.

The aroma of chicken soup, roast, and tzimmes warming in the kitchen, drifted into the dining room. Soon we would eat on the white plates with tiny flowers in the middle. But, I wasn’t in a rush to eat because the Seder was too magical to miss.          

From the beginning of the Seder, when Uncle Nate broke the middle matzah and slipped half of it into a white silk bag, Aunt Cele would start plotting with Julian and me how we might grab that bag with the afikomen. During the Seder, she explained the meaning of everything, from reciting the Four Questions to removing tiny drops of wine or grape juice from our cups in remembrance of the plagues to taking our first bites of matzah that didn’t have time to rise when the Jews left Egypt to tasting the brown charoses, which my brother had helped Uncle Nate grind in the basement before the Seder.

Throughout it all, Aunt Cele kept reminding us to think where Uncle Nate might have hid the afikomen. We knew that once we found it, we would get gifts in exchange for giving it back. Of course, with Aunt Cele’s encouragement (aided by Uncle Nate), we always found it. My brother and I could hardly stand still as we held up the silk bag with the afikomen needed to complete the Seder. My parents, across from us, beamed at our excitement. And behind it all was Great Aunt Cele, who, as quickly as the next week, gave us our gifts for finding the afikomen.

The first afikomen present that I remember was a puppy, a cute, beige-colored terrier that we named Buttons. I’m sure my parents gave their okay beforehand, however Buttons soon chewed up my father’s slippers and left puddles all over in our rowhouse on Shirley Avenue. We kept Buttons for only two weeks. We were sorry to give him back but always remembered the afikomen gift that was a puppy.

As a teacher for many years at Pimlico Elementary School, Aunt Cele (known as Miss Block) made sure that many of the afikomen gifts were educational. I remember when she gave us a new game called Scrabble. We might have been the first on the block to have it. And of course, she gave us books – like a large blue one called Mother Goose Rhymes for Jewish Children. It had short verses about Jewish life including the holidays, easy to learn and recite.

As I got older, the most important afikomen gift that Aunt Cele gave me was my first Chumash. It wasn’t like the Chumash I read today. But Pathways Through the Bible, a thick green tome written all in English with unusual drawings, played an important role in my life, although I didn’t start reading it until years later. I kept this Jewish Bible on the shelf in my bedroom while I was a commuter  to Towson State College (now Towson University).

At that time, I was struggling with some emotional problem that I don’t even remember. One evening, I took down Pathways Through the Bible from the shelf and started reading it. Every night, I read a different chapter – first about Adam and Eve, Noah and the ark, and then Abraham who believed in one G-d. As I read each story, I started to feel better. I knew that there was something special about this book, a Jewish Bible, that Aunt Cele had given to me years earlier as my afikomen present.

At her Seders, Aunt Cele gave us more than tangible gifts. She shared her joy at being Jewish, of following the laws of Torah and believing in one G-d, the Creator of the Universe, who took us out of Egypt and commanded us to recall that experience every year at a Seder.

About 40 years ago, Aunt Cele flew down to Atlanta to share Pesach with my young family, who was following in her footsteps. Not long after that, she passed away. After she died, my mother, one of her favorite nieces, who often visited her, found a box among her belongings labeled “Passover dishes for Ruby.” She sent the box down to Atlanta, and when I opened it, I recognized those flowered dishes that we used at the Seders when I sat next to Great Aunt Cele at her home on Cylburn Avenue growing up in Baltimore in the 1950s.

 

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