This past Friday night, April 19, 2019, marked ninety-five years since a woman named Paula Harris, at the end of a long day toiling in her kitchen, set out a Passover Seder on the dining table of her home on Shady Avenue in Pittsburgh. It was not a meal in which she was destined to take part. No sooner had she finished setting the table than she left for Magee Hospital, in active labor. The following morning, April 20, 1924, my Nana, Elinor Harris (later Goodman), came into the world, a Passover baby.
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