I was a child, yes, but I was there, amongst the thousands, on the 26th of Av, 5739. I held on to my father's hand for dear life. My older brother managed to get onto he porch of the Groyse BesMedrish, I wonder how much of it he remembers. We didn't need to travel far; we were in the country just up the road, but I imagine my father would've gone anyway, even taken off a day of work and traveled from Brooklyn if need be. There were hours and hours of hespedim, but I can't recall how long we stayed. VosIzNeias, in their coverage, have this very silly obituary, where they basically single out many of what were the Rebbetzin's accomplishments - such as Bikur Cholim and Hatzoloh - as what made him great. They just about miss the point, as usual. But they do have a link to some really great pictures, and they were nice enough not to kill the pictures by plastering their logo and emblems all over them, like that other site did, as if they were their pictures... Maybe if I was a bit more spontaneous I would've made the short trip from Monsey today. All day yesterday I was thinking about what I had seen in the book "שקיעת החמה" that was printed after his passing, where they bring a clip of the Algemeiner Journal, where he speaks about the fact that the "Rebbe hut nuch gebentshed Rosh Chodesh nechten bam Oomid." I was thinking that here we are 30 years later. Man! How the world has changed!
A young Yossel Ashkenazi, probably Switzerland
Final days - 21 Kislev, maybe?
"Shmiras Eynayim" by a wedding in the early days in America
Off the boat, Rebbetzin close behind...
Early Years in Orshive
Orshive or Krole
Leaving a shul in Boro Park