Passover

I forgot to report that i went to my first Passover dinner last weekend - it wasn't the super-formal kind, but Gini did her best to explain some of the traditions and she did have reference material in case we wanted to learn more. We learned about how it's an anti-oppression holiday - how cool is that to have a whole holiday set aside to remember slavery and how wrong it is to oppress people for their religious or political beliefs. To illustrate this, scallions were passed around to symbolize the flogging endured by jewish slaves. M. proceeded to run around fake-flogging everyone which prompted K. to say, "I hate being a slave." Funny how the Christians don't recognize such things as anti-oppression, eh? Well, except for Jesus being the perpetual underdog and unjustly crucified I guess. I should stop talking about religion. But it was cool to go to the dinner because I have jewish ancestry on my mother's side, but it's been kept hush-hush and I never learned any of the traditions. My grandparents actually had to flee Germany because of their ethnicity in the 1930s, and while the immediate family members all survived (by fleeing), some of my grandparents' more distant relatives didn't make it.