Rav Mordechai Nakdimen

I felt like a grandchild. I was a grandchild, as were any children of talmidim who cared to retain a shaychis with the rosh yeshiva, Rav Dov Schwartzman zt”l. He loved us and cared for us. When we visited him or if he would visit us (usually once a year, when he would visit his alumnae before Pesach), he would greet us with a kiss. He would talk to each of us separately, inquire about our wellbeing, and “farher” us briefly.