My mother’s parents were not practicing Jews and they celebrated none of the Jewish holidays. But they also didn’t celebrate the Christian holidays. My father’s parents were atheists and from what I gathered, only celebrated St Nicholas Day which is a Dutch thing and involves St Nicholas (Santa) bringing children presents and a chap called Black Pete taking bad children away. My parents were far too politically aware to bring me up with that tradition. So what were we left with? Easter.
My mother was sent to an Anglican boarding school – a fact that I could write several pages about – but for the purposes of this story what is important is that in those days the boarders did not go home for Easter. So my mother was raised with an Easter tradition. . . albeit a boarding school one.
So we celebrated Easter. But because we…
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