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Sweet Memories of Broken Matzah

My great-grandmother, Gouda, escaped Germany by boat at night when she was in her 60s. My grandfather, Opa, fled with her and his wife and two small children when he was 42. Both lived long, energetic, brave lives in their adopted country: she, chasing her great grandchildren around in a playful hide-and-seek when she was 95 years old; he, establishing a synagogue in the Bronx after abandoning one in Grebenaou, Germany. Both also had elaborate Passover breakfast rituals involving broken pieces of matzah.

\”Gouda lined her half-full coffee cup, with thin strips of matzah,\” my mother told me. Then, in the order they went in, she lifted each piece out, sprinkled it with sugar and ate it.

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