Seraphic Secret will be on hiatus until my shiva ends.
Born in the town of Yanuv, Poland, my father came to America with his mother, Miriam and brother and his Chaim z’l, when he was 4 years old. My grandfather, Rabbi Shmuel, z’l, was a shochet, ritual slaughterer and mohel, specialist in ritual circumcisions.
My father attended Yeshiva Chaim Berlin and then Yeshiva University where he was ordained as a Rabbi. He enlisted as a Chaplain in the U.S. Army, 42nd Division, and served during World War II, the Korean War and Vietnam. “The Army is the best thing that ever happened to me,” my father said. Serving until mandatory retirement, my father was honorably discharged with the rank of Colonel.
My father is one of the Greatest Generation. “We were poor,” he said. “But we didn’t know it. Everyone was poor.”
All his life my father served family, community and country, with selfless devotion.
There is no greater role model.
Baruch Dayan Emet, Blessed is the True Judge.
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