Memories of Pesach - by Judy Mellul

 My memories were from Fairmount St where we had moved into a lovely big house that had carpeting and your Aba, a'h' took many many hours meticulously looking for the chometz and my mother a'h' just behind him because she was afraid of candle wax on the new carpet!  I also remember the chumros of having all the matzo in his mouth before swallowing (and I remember him almost choking) and many many hours of discussion with cousin Henry Fistel, all very intellectual and beyond my comprehension. and then of course the singing at the end of the hagodoh.