A yahrtzeit tribute, three years later
In many ways, Dr. Marvin Schick and my grandfather, Rabbi Shmuel Hoch, zichronam livrachah — could not have been more different. Dr. Schick was a fiery activist, brilliant professor, and relentless klal advocate; my grandfather was a soft-spoken talmid chacham, devoted Radziner gabbai, and ever-in-awe talmid of Rav Hutner.
Yet for half a century, they not only lived under the same roof, they developed a yedidus that continues to span families and generations.
For as long as I can remember, my second-favorite place on Earth (after home) was the spacious house with the white siding on 56th Street.
It wasn’t just because my grandparents lived on the top floor, plying us with Tofutti Cuties, Cornell lemon soda, and a ceaseless outpouring of love.
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