what would be done with meat, they told me “we aren’t gonna throw it away, we will distribute it to the poor in Is- rael”. I’m happy that Baruch Hashem at least the needy yid- din in Eretz Yisroel will be enjoying this meat!”
I don’t know if they really meant what they said about dis- tributing the meat, maybe they just wanted to calm my grandfather down. However it was enough to make my grandfather happy losing a fortune of meat if he heard that it would be distributed amongst the poor yiddim in Eretz Yisroel. Now you understand what I mean when I say that my father was a big giver...
HaRav Ahron Walkin: I once came to my son’s Yeshiva Ke- tana to discuss tuition. The administrator looked at my son’s paper and remarked, “Walkin?! Growing up, Rav Shmuel Dovid Walkin was a household name...were you by any chance related to him?”
“Yes, he was my grandfather,” I responded. The administra- tor of my son’s yeshiva then shared with me a telling story:
"My mother escaped with our family and ran away from her country before the Second World War. After arriving in the city of Lukatch, she looked for a place to stay with our fami- ly. Naturally she knocked on the Rav’s door. The Rav of this town was your grandfather HaRav Shmuel Dovid Walkin; my mother asked him if she could stay in the Kehilla’s guest house”.
“Your grandfather realized that my mother needed respite from a long and arduous journey fraught with difficulties. He told her that he had a better idea. Rather than stay in