When I first started looking through this Haggadah, I new that it was different. It wasn’t just the shiny silver case studded with blue stones, and embossed with Jewish emblems, it was the amazing images inside. It was like no Haggadah I had ever seen.
My Grandparents bought it on a trip to Israel in the late 60′s, or early 70′s. At first I thought that, maybe that, was all that these acid trip like drawing were, just a sign of the times they were made in, you know crazy paisley’s and all that, but something kept pulling me back. The images were just so evocative of war and pain. More in depth than any I had ever seen in any Haggadah.