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While walking through my Jerusalem hotel dining room thinking about the news from the states that a U.S. court has tossed out a $655 million terrorism judgment, a young woman came up and gave me a big “Hi!”
Seeing that I was not connecting her face and name, she spared me that now all too frequent embarrassment and quickly said, “Sarah.” She was one of the first girls that my late daughter Alisa met when we moved to West Orange, New Jersey in 1978. She and Alisa attended nursery school and then started yeshiva together, and it was this now 41-year-old woman who - as a 5-year-old - became our first Shabbat afternoon guest.
She was in Jerusalem with her family attending several family celebrations. And there she sat with two of her
A regular visitor of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, who advised him on a public career spanning 60 years
By the age of 12 he had become a Nazarite, just like his father, foregoing haircuts and eschewing meat, wine and leather shoes. He stopped a few years later—having explicitly avoided making a vow—although he never did eat fish, poultry and meat, or drink wine again. At age 20 in 1948, with Israel’s War of Independence raging around them, he and a group of fellow yeshivah students snuck into
I write these words about one hour after the passing of Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis.
My wife and I met Rebbetzin Jungreis in Newburgh, New York in the spring of 1974. As I walked into the synagogue, I put on a yarmulka for the first time in my life. Here is how I describe the following moments in my book, From Central Park to Sinai: How I Found My Jewish Soul:
“The speaker’s here? OK, let’s go. Rebbetzin who? What’s her name? What’s a ‘rebbetzin’ any-way? BOOM! The world turned upside down. This
To the world she was a survivor and trailblazing visionary. To me and my siblings she was our mother who was always there for us.
These are most difficult words for me to write. Today I got up from sitting shiva for my beloved mother, Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis. For seven days I opened my mother’s front door, waiting for her beautiful smile to greet me. I walked into my mother’s kitchen where photos of all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren plastered the walls. I looked for her but
A. Alfred Taubman, the self-made billionaire and philanthropist, has died at home in Bloomfield, Michigan, at the age of 91.
Taubman, born January 31, 1924 in Pontiac, Michigan to poor Jewish immigrant parents from Białystok, Poland, got his first start in business at the age of nine, when he was compelled to help out his parents when they lost everything in the Depression era.
Taubman attended University of Michigan and Lawrence Technological University but did not graduate. Instead, in