At this season, forty-one years ago, we had just moved into our new home and our new lifestyle as observant Jews. We had already been married eleven years and had two young daughters. I was working as an editor at a large daily newspaper in Queens. One day, driving home along Jamaica Avenue, I noticed an inviting-looking store called “House of Israel.” I parked and went inside. This is how I met Avraham Gross and Menashe Weissman.