*Connie* was a dear friend of the family. She used to visit Grandma’s house on Sundays after she attended Church. She was the sweetest little thing. Petite and Grey. She was so warm in that senior-citizen-grandma-way. Joel would ask her weekly if she attended *Church* in his thick foreign Polish accent. He was always so gracious to every guest. As long as you respected Joel and were *in line* with your manners and habits, he revered you. That’s how it was around glass coffee table chatter at 744. He used to preach to me how you dont have to love everyone. You dont even have to like everyone. But you have to respect 🙏 🫡 💯 👏 everyone. I think the idf was extremely fortunate to have him on board. Its unfortunate just how dirty they did him

His *Princess* . He loved to treat me out 😀 Canters was his fave. He loved giving charity and encouraged me to dedicated alot of my life to philanthropic work. Its been quite the ride let me tell ya 😉 Chabad especially benefitted immensely from my grandparents generosity and they just kept comin and comin. They love *returning.* they encourge that verb daily! They love it. *Am yisrael Chai* folks. If anyone needs a good place to *leech* off of when youre famished, from war, illness, poverty ect, i encourage you to politely knock on your local chabad houses door. They seem to evoke an *open door policy* and are adept at fundraising. God 🙌