We were eight plus Rachel at the seder. The food was great, (everybody cooked something). Aunt Mildred’s horseradish (which Boss claimed, before eating, was probably so mild that you could eat it with a tablespoon), had us all coughing and crying upon eating the Hillel sandwich.
In an unguarded moment, Boss said ”it sure is nice to have everybody together like this.”
Uncle Bob couldn’t quite decide what to read in Hebrew and what to read in English, so there was occasionally some confusion. We used a Haggadah that had Fleishmann advertisements, instead of Maxwell House coffee, but essentially of the same vintage and “attractiveness.” Rachel watched Uncle Bob with quite a bit of interest and was quiet for most of the half hour we spent on the service.