In 1986, my mom helped me get dressed for school
one morning in a ‗stunning‘ get
-up of ruffled white sweatshirtmaterial decorated with sparkly pink hearts. The skirt and top combo paired nicely with ballet-pink tights, patent leatherMary Janes, and some kind of side ponytail. (It was the 80s,
after all!) Into Miss A‘s first grade classroom I went, knowing
that my mom was coming to get my brother and me early. Itwas erev Passover, and we were heading to mygrandpa and grandma in Brooklyn for our se-der.I remember so many things about the
eight Passovers I spent at my grandfather‘s
house in Brooklyn. The way the whole apart-ment building smelled like matzah ball soup; the mumbling of my grandfather as he ferventlyread every single word in the Haggadah; thePunky Brewster doll that I got as a gift for find-ing the afikomen (which my grandpa always hidunder the tablecloth beneath his leftarm!)...Like so many families, Pesach was fullof traditions for us, and we maintained all of them after my grandfather died when I was eight and the se-der moved to our house on Long Island.Every year, in a feverish attempt to get our houseready for Passover - the chametz cleaned out, the dishes outof storage, the table set - every year my favorite part of Pesach was (and still is!) filling the seder plate with the sym-bolic foods of the story. My mother would quiz me on whateach one meant, as we filled the plate together. When itcame to putting matzot in our matzah cover, my mother put the three required matzot into our beautiful white matzahcover, and one more on the table underneath it. My grandfa- ther did the same thing. Year after year, first my grandfather and then mymother, drew our attention to the fourth matzah. After weread the Arameic text reminding us that this is the bread thatshould remind us of our Exodus, they would both explain that
even now, not all Jews are free. ―This fourth matzah,‖ theywould say, ―is for the Jews in the Soviet Union. Someday,may they be free to have seders like we do.‖ While I assure
you that as a little girl in Plainview, NY, this was just astory...we added that fourth matzah every single year. Nei- ther my grandfather nor my mother ever forgot to put it on
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the table. Even as we added Miriam‘s cup and oranges to
our seder, the fourth matzah remained.The first year of cantorial school, I had an incredibleopportunity to visit Belarus during Pesach. Together with arabbinic classmate, we traveled all over the country with the
Chief Reform Rabbi of Belarus, leading children‘s program-
ming, discussions, and seders. The budding-Jewish profes-sional in me crashed into that little girl in thatwhite dress with the pink hearts. Overwhelmedby a story and a memory, Marshall, my class-mate, and I decided to add the fourth matzah toour seder table.So, we started the seder. We sang theorder. The children, who had been practicing formonths, chanted the four questions. We bangedon the tables as we sang
ha lachma anya.
As Ipulled back the cover on the matzah to explainwhat we had in front of us, I felt anxious. Idoubted our decision to add the fourth matzah.And then, committed to what Marshall and I had
decided, I explained ―and this fourth matzah is foryou.‖ I told them the story of my grandfather‘s adding the
fourth matzah. All of our eyes filled with tears - each tear adifferent story of what had come before. I cried because itwas amazing to see, with my own eyes, that these Jews, forwhom I had remembered every Pesach of my childhood, werenow celebrating Passover. And I was privileged enough tocelebrate too.The next few years, I left the fourth matzah off ourseder table. It seemed to be holding on to tradition, more than a call to action and remembrance. But recently, I put itback on the table. Why? This story is, sadly, never-ending.There are Jews who are not wholly free to practice around theworld; because of their geography, because of their familiesand the decisions they have made...Perhaps we can all add that fourth matzah to our seder tables this year, if only as areminder that we share our story, and our table, with Jews allover the world, through the generations.May you and your families have a wonderful Pesach,full of memories in the making, and joy in celebrating ourcollective story as a people.
Chag Kasher v’Sameach!
Cantor Rebecca Robins
Cantor’s Notes
The Fourth Matzah
Special Israeli Speaker: Yisrael Ne’eman
Friday night, April 16 and Saturday evening April 17, Congregation Sinai will have the privilege of learning from Yisrael Ne’
eman.During the Learning Shabbat service he will share his research and experience about the formation of Jew-ish communities in Israel. He will compare this process with what happens in the United States. On Satur-day, a more serious topic about the enemies of Israel (Hamas, Hesbolah, etc.) will be the topic. Yisrael
Ne’eman has done extensive research into the compacts of these groups and their approach to Israel.
More information will follow with specific details for Saturday, but both of these programs are certain to befilled with learning and challenges to our intellect. Articles that have been published will be available fromDr. Blumberg or the congregational office for those who are interested.
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