Menachem, sometimes people realize what they missed having and they have their children make up for it. How I ended up in the Wiener Yeshiva was not our doing but Hashem. When we arrived to New York after two weeks in Broadway Central Hotel on Bleeker Street (burned down afterwards), the Joint sent us to Crown Heights where we rented an apartment. We went to shul to Cong. Ksav Sofer, where the Rav, a grandson of the Chasam Sofer, was the principal of the Yeshiva. He convinced my father a’h to send me there. Going to Chasan Sofer afterwards was also not our doing. The Wiener Rav, Hadhauser, decreed that the one who does not come back to camp he does not want to see in the yeshiva anymore. I was not crazy about the camp, so I went to look for another yeshiva and ended up there on the East Side.
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