<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	
	>
<channel>
	<title>
	Comments on: Passover	</title>
	<atom:link href="https://drsavta.com/wordpress/2005/04/17/passover/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>https://drsavta.com/wordpress/2005/04/17/passover/</link>
	<description></description>
	<lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 02:19:47 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>
	hourly	</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>
	1	</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4</generator>
	<item>
		<title>
		By: Nelly Alcala de Fielding		</title>
		<link>https://drsavta.com/wordpress/2005/04/17/passover/#comment-19</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nelly Alcala de Fielding]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 02:19:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://drsavta.com/wordpress/?p=10#comment-19</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Doctor Savta&#039;s family is one full of great love and warmth.  I met this family in the middle 70s when I used to babysit for the doc&#039;s first four children.  I had a regular shabat job, and sometimes when I would arrive they were not quite finished with dinner.  I remember that dinner--capon chicken, spiced just perfectly.  Rona is a mah-velous cook.  Anyhow, the shabat candles were lit in the kitchen in the corner, and the Rabbi would lead the thankful prayer, &quot;Barogh..&quot;  And long as the prayer was, the children would wait without fidgetting.

But that is not my main point.  I began to talk about the love and warmth that permeated the home.  I have told the following story a million times:  It was Mother&#039;s Day and the Rabbi had bought the Rabina Rona the most awesome present, or rather, presents.  There in the closet of the kitchen were TWO brand new dishwashers, one for meat and one for dairy!  Is that love, or what?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Doctor Savta&#8217;s family is one full of great love and warmth.  I met this family in the middle 70s when I used to babysit for the doc&#8217;s first four children.  I had a regular shabat job, and sometimes when I would arrive they were not quite finished with dinner.  I remember that dinner&#8211;capon chicken, spiced just perfectly.  Rona is a mah-velous cook.  Anyhow, the shabat candles were lit in the kitchen in the corner, and the Rabbi would lead the thankful prayer, &#8220;Barogh..&#8221;  And long as the prayer was, the children would wait without fidgetting.</p>
<p>But that is not my main point.  I began to talk about the love and warmth that permeated the home.  I have told the following story a million times:  It was Mother&#8217;s Day and the Rabbi had bought the Rabina Rona the most awesome present, or rather, presents.  There in the closet of the kitchen were TWO brand new dishwashers, one for meat and one for dairy!  Is that love, or what?</p>
]]></content:encoded>
		
			</item>
	</channel>
</rss>
