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Dad always had a makom kevua, a 33
specific place to daven Mincha if he
couldn’t get to a shul. Today,
whenever I pass that spot on New
York Avenue on the way out of
Washington D.C., I can visualize my
father and I davening there.
“To me, it will always be a holy place.
by Eli W. Schlossberg
But Dad was more than a salesperson. He had something
of much greater significance to sell than his warehouse of
gourmet food products. A brief look at his life, the full and
meaningful 87 years that he inhabited this world, will show
us just how good a salesman he was and will continue to be
for all those who so fondly remember him.
Early Years
My father was born to Emanuel and Bluma Schlossberger in
Fuerth, a small town in Germany close to Nuremberg, on
”February 15, 1915. A few years later, his sister, my beloved
Aunt Ruth, was born. (Dad shortened the name to
Schlossberg, when he came to America.)
Fuerth had a strong Jewish community. Rabbi Moshe
Heinemann was also born there. As a matter of fact, Rabbi
Heinemann’s father, Mr. Benno Heinemann, was my father’s
teacher in Fuerth. Over 30 years later, his son Rabbi Moshe
Heineman was my rebbe when I was a talmid at Ner Israel.
Dad was only nine years old when he urged his parents to
daven in a different shul, one of a more religious nature.
Without hesitation, his parents moved over to the more
observant shul. As he grew up, Dad was comfortable with his
frumkeit but was always looking for ways to reach higher
goals and get closer to Hashem. His Yiddishkeit was a very
steady ladder that he climbed, rung by rung, always moving
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specific place to daven Mincha if he
couldn’t get to a shul. Today,
whenever I pass that spot on New
York Avenue on the way out of
Washington D.C., I can visualize my
father and I davening there.
“To me, it will always be a holy place.
by Eli W. Schlossberg
But Dad was more than a salesperson. He had something
of much greater significance to sell than his warehouse of
gourmet food products. A brief look at his life, the full and
meaningful 87 years that he inhabited this world, will show
us just how good a salesman he was and will continue to be
for all those who so fondly remember him.
Early Years
My father was born to Emanuel and Bluma Schlossberger in
Fuerth, a small town in Germany close to Nuremberg, on
”February 15, 1915. A few years later, his sister, my beloved
Aunt Ruth, was born. (Dad shortened the name to
Schlossberg, when he came to America.)
Fuerth had a strong Jewish community. Rabbi Moshe
Heinemann was also born there. As a matter of fact, Rabbi
Heinemann’s father, Mr. Benno Heinemann, was my father’s
teacher in Fuerth. Over 30 years later, his son Rabbi Moshe
Heineman was my rebbe when I was a talmid at Ner Israel.
Dad was only nine years old when he urged his parents to
daven in a different shul, one of a more religious nature.
Without hesitation, his parents moved over to the more
observant shul. As he grew up, Dad was comfortable with his
frumkeit but was always looking for ways to reach higher
goals and get closer to Hashem. His Yiddishkeit was a very
steady ladder that he climbed, rung by rung, always moving
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