By Mendel Horowitz
Storytelling is a central feature of the Passover holiday. The imperative for Jews to retell our history ensures that our children will never forget it.
During the Holocaust, traditional Passover seder texts were handwritten in ghettos from memory. Survivors illustrated Holocaust-themed Haggadahs in displaced persons camps after the war.
To accompany the familiar Passover narrative, on our table, heirlooms link my children tangibly to their past. Incorporating their material objects into our rituals is both an homage to our ancestors’ determination and a prayer for the perpetuation of their faith.
Ideally, we can meet the bearable challenges of our times by appreciating how our predecessors confronted the unbearable difficulties of theirs. In a time of uncertainty and inconvenient isolation, these relics can help to put social distancing in perspective and encourage us to maintain resilience and hope.
As the coronavirus spread in March 2020, my daughter and I transported an heirloom set of Rosenthal china in two overweight carry-ons and one bulging knapsack on a flight to Israel from New York. Before escaping the carnage of Europe for the United States in 1949, Zaidy Victor and Bubby Bella had the presence of mind to purchase quality German china manufactured in the U.S. Zone. Traumatized in ways I cannot imagine, these two refugees made their way to Philadelphia with two young children and enough plates and saucers for a family of 12.
In an honoring of the past, we transported the relics to a sovereign Jewish state after survivors of genocide salvaged them from a country that had sought their annihilation. The dishes would adorn our Passover table in Jerusalem, and remind us how, from ugliness, beauty can be reclaimed.
In ordinary times, the tableware might have become a sentimental curiosity. During the pandemic, the artifacts take on more significance.
While the history of anti-Semitism is unmistakable, without overt persecution, the hyperboles of Passover can ring flat. During the pandemic, when the danger is indiscriminate and viral, fear and uncertainty resonate more loudly.
While the coronavirus pandemic is no Holocaust, dramatizing the Passover narrative is tempting. How is this Passover night different? With the threat of infection on every doorpost and disappointment spread widely like a plague, like last year, on this Passover night, few things will feel the same.
On a typical Passover, orchestrating an enjoyable seder can be challenging. During a precautionary lockdown — as was imposed almost everywhere in the world last Passover — the challenge is magnified.
Last year, men and women who ordinarily conducted seders with many guests and/or extended family members found themselves virtually alone. This year, the eve of the holiday will again need to be reimagined and observed more intimately. (In Israel, the restrictions imposed on seders in 2020 are being lifted.)
I think of Passover during the Holocaust and other periods of terror and confusion. At a time when celebrating might have seemed naive, some Jewish fugitives found fortitude in ceremonies. Others had the idealism and faith to peer ahead.
After liberation, Zaidy Victor and Bubby Bella took refuge in the Foehrenwald Displaced Persons camp in Germany with their son, Mendel. Their lives as Polish Hasidim had become suddenly extinct. In a short time, the resolute couple would birth a daughter, Rifka, and make their way to a New World. Alone and defiant, the small family would begin life anew in a Golden Land.
I cannot imagine the wartime atrocities or the foresight necessary to purchase dinnerware in the aftermath of genocide. The Rosenthal china was a reminder of what was lost and of what could be had.
This Passover, my family and I will adorn our seder table with antique china and other nostalgic adornments. From wine-stained Haggadahs, we will recount time-honored stories and add to them our family’s ordeal. And in the spirit of our great ancestors, we will demonstrate that the foundation of survival is both devotion and the optimism to believe that better days lie ahead.
Mendel Horowitz, a psychotherapist, is working on a book about Orthodox Jewish men, group therapy and faith. This originally ran on JNS.org.