Pesach dead hand of the past
(April 8, 2009)
I am fuming. I was just in West Side Judaica (Manhattan’s Upper West Side) where a little boy was saying to his grandparents, “We need a Miriam’s Cup.”
Grandfather (60-something, could pass for a liberal-congenial-spirit): “No, we don’t.”
Moi (seething): “Yes you do.”
Grandfather: “What did Miriam do?”
Moi: “She provided the well of fresh water that kept the Jews alive in the desert.” (I was so enraged, I didn’t even mention Miriam led the women a
song of rejoicing after the crossing of the Red Sea.)
Grandfather: “That was after Passover.”
Moi: So angered, it didn’t even occur to me to say So was Elijah.
But final shot: Grandmother taking Kos Miriam selected by the little boy to the cash register, where the Orthodox male will ring up the sale.