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Death of A Salesman
Schechter’s home. It was probably through his strict adher- STORE HOURS:
ence to kashrus that he was zocheh to find his bashert, his December 18: 11:30-2:30
aishes chayil of over 55 years, my Mom. December 19, 21 & 22:
The Shidduch and a Bayis Ne’eman 8:30-10 pm.
Dad had accounts in Atlantic City, and when he traveled December 25 & 28: 8:30-10 pm
there, he made it a point to visit Vineland, New Jersey, where
a kehila of refugees had bought poultry farms to live off the CHANUKAH SALE!
land. My maternal grandfather, Willi Goldschmidt, had such
a farm. Spin the dreidel and
get up to 15% off
On one trip, my father stopped at the Mayerfeld farm, your purchase
probably for a bite to eat. Mr. Max Mayerfeld came to his farm
door to greet his young, 31-year-old guest. “Freddie, are you Special kallah of skirts.
still frum?” he asked. Dad assured him nothing had changed!
“Well Freddie, are you still single?” Again Dad told him noth- discounts
ing had changed. After a quick lunch prepared by Mrs.
Mayerfeld, Max took Freddie to the Goldschmidt farm. NOW CARRYING 10% OFF
Hearing the knocking at the door, Willi Goldschmidt and his 29” PENCIL AND purchase of
wife came out to greet the guests. He inquired, “So who is the A LINE SKIRTS two or more
fine young man?” to which Max Mayerfeld answered, “Willi,
meet your future son-in law!” UP TO SIZE 26 shells
They showed Dad a picture of Greta Goldschmidt, who 3108 Marnat Rd
was a kindergarten teacher at Breuer’s in Washington
Heights. They met, and three dates later they were engaged (Left Side Downstairs Entrance)
to be married. In 1947, with 56 people in attendance, they Call Or Text (818) 671-8572 For Convenient Appointment
were married in Philadelphia by my Dad’s Eretz Yisrael room-
mate, Rabbi Noah Rosenbloom. The caterer charged $3.50 a
plate, but my grandfather supplied the chickens, and Mom
picked the flowers that same morning back on the farm. The
band was just a few pieces, but the beautiful music went on
for the rest of their lives.
Dad was an accomplished pianist and wonderful harmon-
ica player, and Mom was a pianist and guitarist who also
played the lute. Both had beautiful singing voices, and they
made beautiful music together. They loved opera and classi-
cal music as well as Jewish and Israeli music. We were Levi’im,
and music was an important component of our chinuch.
I lived at home for over 20 years, and never did I see my
parents disagree or argue about anything – never an
unpleasant word or raised voice, only commitment, love, and
a relationship of two people totally devoted to each other and
to their family. Their wedding was bekavod and not ostenta-
tious, just as their life together would be bekavod and even
royal, yet simple, humble, and understated.
Soon after the chasana they were off to Leibowitz’s
Pineview Hotel for sheva brachos and a honeymoon of sorts.
As soon as they arrived, my romantic Dad was on the volley-
ball court, where he was promptly knocked out by colliding
with another player. My Mom took care of him then and from
that day on: a care so incredible that it was a lesson to us all
on how to treat one’s spouse.
During the early years of the business, Dad often returned
home late each night from a hard day on the road. There
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Schechter’s home. It was probably through his strict adher- STORE HOURS:
ence to kashrus that he was zocheh to find his bashert, his December 18: 11:30-2:30
aishes chayil of over 55 years, my Mom. December 19, 21 & 22:
The Shidduch and a Bayis Ne’eman 8:30-10 pm.
Dad had accounts in Atlantic City, and when he traveled December 25 & 28: 8:30-10 pm
there, he made it a point to visit Vineland, New Jersey, where
a kehila of refugees had bought poultry farms to live off the CHANUKAH SALE!
land. My maternal grandfather, Willi Goldschmidt, had such
a farm. Spin the dreidel and
get up to 15% off
On one trip, my father stopped at the Mayerfeld farm, your purchase
probably for a bite to eat. Mr. Max Mayerfeld came to his farm
door to greet his young, 31-year-old guest. “Freddie, are you Special kallah of skirts.
still frum?” he asked. Dad assured him nothing had changed!
“Well Freddie, are you still single?” Again Dad told him noth- discounts
ing had changed. After a quick lunch prepared by Mrs.
Mayerfeld, Max took Freddie to the Goldschmidt farm. NOW CARRYING 10% OFF
Hearing the knocking at the door, Willi Goldschmidt and his 29” PENCIL AND purchase of
wife came out to greet the guests. He inquired, “So who is the A LINE SKIRTS two or more
fine young man?” to which Max Mayerfeld answered, “Willi,
meet your future son-in law!” UP TO SIZE 26 shells
They showed Dad a picture of Greta Goldschmidt, who 3108 Marnat Rd
was a kindergarten teacher at Breuer’s in Washington
Heights. They met, and three dates later they were engaged (Left Side Downstairs Entrance)
to be married. In 1947, with 56 people in attendance, they Call Or Text (818) 671-8572 For Convenient Appointment
were married in Philadelphia by my Dad’s Eretz Yisrael room-
mate, Rabbi Noah Rosenbloom. The caterer charged $3.50 a
plate, but my grandfather supplied the chickens, and Mom
picked the flowers that same morning back on the farm. The
band was just a few pieces, but the beautiful music went on
for the rest of their lives.
Dad was an accomplished pianist and wonderful harmon-
ica player, and Mom was a pianist and guitarist who also
played the lute. Both had beautiful singing voices, and they
made beautiful music together. They loved opera and classi-
cal music as well as Jewish and Israeli music. We were Levi’im,
and music was an important component of our chinuch.
I lived at home for over 20 years, and never did I see my
parents disagree or argue about anything – never an
unpleasant word or raised voice, only commitment, love, and
a relationship of two people totally devoted to each other and
to their family. Their wedding was bekavod and not ostenta-
tious, just as their life together would be bekavod and even
royal, yet simple, humble, and understated.
Soon after the chasana they were off to Leibowitz’s
Pineview Hotel for sheva brachos and a honeymoon of sorts.
As soon as they arrived, my romantic Dad was on the volley-
ball court, where he was promptly knocked out by colliding
with another player. My Mom took care of him then and from
that day on: a care so incredible that it was a lesson to us all
on how to treat one’s spouse.
During the early years of the business, Dad often returned
home late each night from a hard day on the road. There
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