My great great grandmother, Yetta Wagner, and her 3 year old daughter, Ceil Zimmer emigrated from Warsaw, Poland as Ashkenazi Jew’s to Brooklyn in 1913 to look for work. Alongside them and their family was a Kiddush Cup, one of the very few belongings they brought with them. It is extremely likely the cup was used to sanctify wine/grape juice weekly during a weekend sabbath. The cup moved down the ranks of the family until it met Ceil’s daughter, my grandmother, Shelly, who used it occasionally while raising my mother in the 70s and early 80s, and then she gave it to my mother in 2001 when she moved to Florida. The Kiddush Cup lay dormant in my mother's apartment, collecting dust, until she married and moved in with my father and had me. Only then did it get packed up, just to be put in a cabinet to sit and wait again. Over the 15 years between 2001 and 2016, it has been rarely touched, usually so we could access something else in the cabinet. In 2016, the cup emerged from the cabinet. The reason? My family began hosting regular passover seders at our home, and the Kiddush Cup was again used. This cup has, in a sense, been reborn, usage wise. 107 years of its definitive existence and possession in my family can be traced, and it still is central to my family's culture.

– Spencer Kirsch

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