Where to start with the memories of Dad Barsky, a man I've known since I was 15 years old? One of my favourites was when I was invited, aged 16, to their Passover Seder. I was so nervous. I was raised Catholic and had no idea what to do, and at that age I was still so self-conscious and wanted to do everything right. So, we're starting, and just as they were getting ready to start, he quickly nudged the Uncle sititng next to him, got out his yarmuke, and said, "We have a guest, quick put it on, we have to do this right!" and everyone giggled. I was still very nervous, though, and in awe of Sharon reading Hebrew as I followed along in English in my prayer book. When we got to the plagues, Dad's sister, Ida (aka Aunt Hyke (sp?)), whispered to me, "Maureen...that's the menu". Everyone cracked up and that did the trick - I was able to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. Rest in peace, Dad Barsky.