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Sefiras HaOmer

ט״ז ניסן
16 Nissan

Lag B'Omer in Lubavitch, 5666

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 132, no. 1

I came to Lubav­itch for Lag B’Omer in 5666 (1906). The Rebbe said the maa­mar be­gin­ning U’sfartem, Par­shas Emor, twice: once on Shab­bos in the small study hall, and on Lag B’Omer in the din­ing room of his home.

To record one’s mem­o­ries of Lubav­itch one must have the tal­ent to paint on a can­vas — to be an artist. I’ll just try to por­tray on pa­per three mo­ments from the Rebbe.

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The Burial of the Rebbe's Brother and R. Yisroel's First Word from the Rebbe

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 468-469, no. 4

Continued from the biography of R. Yisroel Duchman:

When the Rebbe’s brother, R. Yis­roel Aryeh Leib, passed away in Eng­land on 13 lyar, 5712 (1952), the Rebbe in­structed that the body be brought to Eretz Yis­roel and buried in Tz­fas. The Rebbe had spe­cific in­struc­tions re­gard­ing the burial, and he wanted R. Bentzion Shem Tov to su­per­vise the pro­ce­dure. At that time, R. Bentzion was in Dublin, vis­it­ing the shochtim, and was stay­ing at R. Yis­roel’s home. The Rebbe con­veyed sev­eral of the in­struc­tions through R. Yis­roel. This was R. Yis­roel’s first com­mu­ni­ca­tion with the Rebbe.

Hiskashrus

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The Agunah Pushed Into the Street

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 306-307, no. 41

The sec­ond story:

When an agu­nah came to the Tzemach Tzedek in Lubav­itch to ask about her hus­band, the Rebbe sent her to Reb Aizel in Homil.

“How should I know where your hus­band is?” he asked.

She stayed in Homil for sev­eral weeks, came to Reb Aizel ev­ery day, and wept. Reb Aizel would send her away.

One day she came as usual, but stood her ground. Reb Aizel be­gan to drive her away — but she wouldn’t budge.

Now Reb Aizel had a me­shares, Mot­tel Gabeitzik (I still re­mem­ber him: he de­liv­ered meat to peo­ple’s homes; a Yid with long untrimmed peyos) — and Reb Aizel be­gan shov­ing Mot­tel, and Mot­tel started shov­ing the woman un­til he suc­ceeded in push­ing her through all the rooms and into the street (the Kiev-Pe­ters­burg high­way, which ran through Homil). And at that ex­act mo­ment a wagon car­ry­ing her hus­band passed by. She screamed, the wagon halted — and a set­tle­ment was con­cluded.

Hashgacha PratisPerseveranceSanctity of a tzaddik

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