Even as close friends grappled with the temptation [to smoke], I was untroubled, having been immunized by this great teacher of our generation who doubled as a surrogate grandfather for the children of his students.
Speaking of her feelings for Israel, Irene says, ‘my heart always beats a little faster, and I experience a moment of inner joy, when I land in Lod Airport and feel the ground of Israel under me.’
There were times when I was carrying out these duties while laden with personal problems that I was able to approach him and ask for a beracha. They always worked.
Rav Dovid’s greatest joy in life was learning Torah, and he was a big masmid. Nevertheless, he also possessed a tremendous sense of responsibility for the Jewish community.
Rav Dovid smiled and asked me, “Are you comparing my father and me to the Rosh and the Tur?”
He once confided to me that the rhetoric and backlash was so intense at the time that he contemplated resigning.
As this year I am at the age my mother was when she passed away, the awareness of how both precious and precarious life is, is keener than ever.
My father’s favorite toy was his portable Hebrew typewriter. I would fall asleep each night on the living-room sofa of our one-bedroom apartment to the clickety-clack of that machine.
Your wonderful smile radiated great happiness for your ability to help, to promote, to lead the vision of clinging to the Land of Israel.
As I sit now with my book of Tehillim, my mother's words echo loudly in my head. "Pray! Use your ko'ach tefilah and pray!"
All who knew her benefited from her wisdom. In fact, her wisdom saved thousands of Jewish lives.
Not only did he respond to those who reached out to him, he proactively reached out to others in order to help, advise, cajole and simply share his rich experience with a tyro.
He did not take the easy path of avoiding any controversial topic or promoting only safe and popular stances.
I feel honored to have attended his sermons and lectures. He would weave a tapestry of ideas and words into a poetic bridging of multiple disciplines.
Rabbi Lamm was eminently approachable and made himself available to anyone who needed him.
There was no pressure, no didactics, just a Zeida who was available to share his passion for learning – if we wished.
Rabbi Lamm was prepared, indeed proud, to be an “intellectual diplomat” who sought to make peace between competing ideas.
He was among the first in America to have special tefillot for Israel’s Independence Day, but he was simultaneously least inclined to word these prayer along the lines of the arrival of the redemption or the heralding of the messianic era.
Faiga Korenblit, who passed away last month at the age of 96, could not actually be described as a “survivor,” but rather a “thriver.”
His fatherly manner of receiving, and maintaining a connection with, the many students who came from across Europe left a lifelong impression on them.
Through decades of leadership, Torah and chesed, there is but a void left in the place of the Rebbe on the dais of gedolei Yisrael.
In 1960, my father started The Jewish Press. It was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream – to launch a newspaper that would teach Torah and be a voice for Jews all over the world.
How could parents providing such a name know that their son would need it to survive life's trials?
Rabbi Malinowitz maximized his time to an amazing extent. Though busy with his kehillah and other tzarchei tzibur, based on the tremendous amount of work he performed, one would think that he devoted every waking moment exclusively to ArtScroll.
Over the course of his lifetime, Gordon switched faiths fairly often, and following his imprisonment for his role in the riots, Gordon decided to become Jewish.
Tens of thousands of students crowded the streets of Bnei Brak to accompany the man who had been head of the Bnei Brak Beis Din and Rosh Kollel Chazon Ish for many decades.
Jewish law treats human remains with considerable respect, in accordance with a view of the body as the erstwhile dwelling of the soul.
Many do not realize that the Chofetz Chaim's second rebbetzin, Rebbetzin Freida Kagan, died in the United States and is buried in Queens.
Mom…a word I don’t normally utter. So much was embodied in those three letters.