April 22, 2016 | 03:20 PM
By Janet Price
For the first time in 40 years, I am not having our family Passover Seder. I began reminiscing about the time spent with my mother and grandmother preparing for our traditional dinner – chopping this or mixing that – helping in any way I was asked.
I called our 16-year-old granddaughter, Nina, and asked her if she would like to come over and help me make the dishes I was taking to our niece and nephew’s home. She said she would, and Harold went to pick her up.
As we began peeling apples, chopping onions and eggs, and the many things we needed to do, I asked her “Why do you think I asked you to come over?” “To help you,” she answered. “Well, yes,” I said. “But there is also another reason. I wanted us to make some memories.”
I told her about my memories when helping my grandmother and how much those memories meant to me. I told her I would not always be here, and I would like her to have memories of our time together. She grinned.
As we worked together, Harold took pictures of us tasting, stirring and enjoying our time together. There was no cell phone picture-taking in my youth. I hope Nina will have her memories, as well as her cell phone pictures. It sure meant a lot to me.
Janet Price and her granddaughter, Nina, share a memory and a dish they prepared for tonight's Passover Seder.