I wish I would have been old enough to appreciate even a little of his vast knowledge that I can now read in his writings. But looking back I do remember his gentle, giving nature.
Im yirtzeh Hashem I hope my little Shalom and the rest of my children will follow in my Zaidie Sholom’s exemplary way of living a life centered around the three pillars of the world – Torah, avodah, and gemilas chassadim.
Aviva Goldberg
I have many feelings about my Zaidie and they all make me smile. He was caring and sweet. Everyone knows my Zaidie was a scholar and loved to learn, and I too know that. However, I also know that Zaidie loved his great-grandchildren perhaps just as much.
When I picture my Zaidie I see him in his room in the Homowack leaning over a sefer. I know my Zaidie loved the sweet words of Gemera and lived his life exemplifying the simcha of learning. Yet my Zaidie also had a way of making everyone feel needed. When I would walk into his room to say hello, Zaidie would look up from his sefer and greet me with a big smile, which to this day makes me feel his love. I knew my Zaidie loved us and he made us feel it.
I also remember Zaidie taking coins out his velvet-like sack of quarters. He would always give us quarters to go play the arcades. Our happiness made him happy.
My Zaidie was, baruch Hashem, very successful in his lifetime. What I can say is that his legacy both in Torah learning and in the area of bein adam lechavero has stuck with his family as we continue to follow his guiding footsteps.
Racheli Klein
I was really young when Zaidie passed away, and unfortunately I didn’t get know him very well.
One memory I have isn’t so much a memory but more a picture in my mind. When we would go visit Bubbie and Zaidie in their house in Manhattan Beach, Zaidie was usually in his study. I remember piles of sefarim opened and Zaidie always in there learning. I remember being told we had to be quiet when Zaidie was learning because learning was very precious to him. I was very little but that picture of Zaidie surrounded by sefarim is what I see when I recall the times we went to their house.
When I hear stories about him, I wish I had the zechus to have witnessed more of who he was.