Judy Gottlieb

baruch dayan emes.

Beginning in 1965, for about 3 years, my family and I lived in Long Island. We traveled every Tuesday to the lower East Side because my brother had choir practice with Rabbi Seymour Silbermintz, and Mr Teddy Silbermintz, upstairs in the Feigenbaum restaurant. Every Tuesday we would go to your father’s ‘cheese store’, as we called it. I remember clearly how friendly your father was. He always gave us kids a taste of pot cheese, and other cheeses. We were about 10, 11 years old then, and it was such a treat! You see, where we lived, it was difficult to get kosher food. Every week, my mother bought all kinds of food there, but especially cheese. A few times, my mother would recall with great fondness, how your father was conducting his business, and one of his sons (I don’t know who, but maybe it was Yingy), would come into the store, and your father would apologize, and go to the back of the store, leaving us waiting, and talk to him, for as long as he wanted. You could see his priorities! Family always, anytime, came first. We all remember his sweetness, gentleness, generosity, kindness, never getting upset, always patient. May we share only simchos. Ha makom yinachem eschem btoch shaar evlai zion v yerushalayim.