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three Assembly Line shifts. The owner of a Pascal lamb (Kohen or non-Kohen) slaughtered the Korban. “The blood was then collected by a Kohen in a silver or gold beaker and brought close to the Mizbeach (Altar) where it was then sprinkled/splashed against its side. The Kohanim would stand in Assembly Line form and would pass to each other the full beaker until it reached the Mizbeach where the final Kohen would pour it on the base of the Mizbeach. He would then return the empty beaker to the Kohen in the next row—keeping the flow of blood circulating through the Azarah.” The rows of Kohanim with their respective gold or silver beakers was indeed a spectacular sight. In addition to the colorful gold and silver beakers, the pomp and circumstance included blowing Tekiah and Teruah blasts from silver trumpets during the slaughtering process. Moreover, “throughout this process the Leviim sang Hallel in a continuous loop,” performing as a concert choir. Today, during our current pandemic, we unfortunately need to register for services. Even though we cannot invite many guests to our Seder as in recent years, we still possess the Seder rituals. However, we lack the Korban Pesach with its special registry, its Assembly Line in conjunction with its pageantry and pomp and circumstance. May we all be Zocheh to once again experience the offering of the Pesachim in Bayit Shlishi, Bimheira B’yameinu. Miriam joins me in wishing all a Chag Pesach Kasher Vesameach. A
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נשי חיל
Neshe Chayil Look forward, never look back.
My Mother Sala After the Eshet Chayil evening on 27th January, I was asked to write a few words about my mother. No easy task! How to be brief, what to say about this elegant Lady, an exceptional Mother who has lived such a full life. Then fate stepped in to help me. On my next visit to my Mother’s and before I had a chance to tell her about the article I was to write, she handed me a folder: “Look what I’ve found!” Ten years ago, when my grandson, Netanel, was 9 years old he was given as a school assignment a project to do on the person he admired the most. All the other little boys in his class, as one would have imagined, had chosen a footballer, a film star, an astronaut. Netanel’s subject was his great Grandmother Sala. His thoughts are my guidelines. He says it all. “I admire Savta because she is a survivor. She is brave and determined and never gives up.” My mother survived the Lodz ghetto, the death camps and the loss of her family before her twelfth birthday. She arrived in England
in 1945, an orphan, mastered the English language within six months and tried her utmost to fill in the precious years of schooling she had lost. Later, thanks to her determination and efforts, she became a state registered nurse. She met my father in Windemere. They got married in Manchester, moved to London and had three daughters. Together with my father they worked hard to send us to the best schools in London and give us the education that they had missed! In 1990, they made Aliyah and soon after my father Benny ז’’לpassed away. Alone in her new country she started a new life with the same strong will she had had when she was sixteen. She went to ulpan and became perfectly proficient in Hebrew and later remarried. “Savta is positive and generous. She makes people happy.” For more than twenty years, mummy volunteered for ATTAD. She would sing and dance and bring a smile to faces. She used to bake and deliver flowers regularly to many people to embellish their Shabbat. Mummy was also an active member of the Irgun Nashim and has always been a great supporter of the Laniado. In 2007 she
