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FEBRUARY 4, 2021 | The Jewish Home OCTOBER 29, 2015 | The Jewish Home
Remembering
Rabbi Yehuda Kelemer On His Shloshim By Elana Jacobs
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his Sunday, marks the shloshim of the mara d’asra of the Young Israel of West Hempstead and more specifically, my rav, Rabbi Yehudah Kelemer, zt”l. The loss is profound. Rabbi Kelemer’s gadlus encompassed so many areas. His persona bespoke warmth and caring. His smile radiated true simchas ha’chaim. He spoke to every person with admiration and respect. He had a wonderful sense of humor, injecting a funny comment into regular conversation as well as deep discussions, lightening the mood and bringing laughter and joy. His chessed was legendary. His commitment to Torah and Torah ideals propelled others to greater heights. Throughout the years, I would call Rabbi Kelemer often with many varied shailos. He always had time for me as if he had all the time in the world. Never did I feel rushed. If he ever had to hang up the phone, it was always with an assurance that he would call me back. Since I started teaching at the Hebrew Academy of Nassau County, HANC, ten years ago, it was a new tekufah where Rabbi Kelemer treated me like a partner in his avodas hakodesh. He knew I was “hands on” with the children of West Hempstead and HANC at large. He wanted me to reach them, teach them, prioritize their needs and treat them with great love, second only to the love and care I had for my own family. Often on the phone, he would remind me that a mother needs to be well rested for her children and that I really should be going to sleep earlier. If my kids were yelling in the background, he would gently tell me, “It sounds like you have other obligations to take care of. They are your top priority. We don’t have to talk now. When’s a good time to talk?”
His clarity in knowing how to answer people in where they were holding was unique. He would tell me one thing but he didn’t expect the same of someone else and wouldn’t have even told them that answer. When he would tell me a machmir psak, he would gently motivate me to do it by saying, “We should always try to take the higher road.” On the other hand, he did not push his psak on those who had not asked him. There was a situation in which someone did something I felt was highly inappropriate. I called Rabbi Kelemer and asked him his opinion. He told me what they did was wrong. I then asked him if I could tell the person how wrong they had been and he responded, “Absolutely not!” It seemed that since they had not asked me, I had no right to get involved. I wanted to teach my students at HANC how great their rav was and that they could ask him shailos, too! Throughout the year, if a difficult question was raised, I would write it down, promising the girls at the end of the year we would have a question-and-answer session with Rabbi Kelemer. Rabbi Kelemer loved listening to their questions. He would
turn every question into the greatest question ever asked, citing different sources and mefarshim to back up how incredible their shailos were. And, of course, he would insert his favorite refrain. This was a refrain I remember as a teenager from Rabbi Kelemer’s Q and A sessions with us. He would say, with a smile on his lips, and nachas in his heart, “Doesn’t anyone have any easier questions?” At the end of each of these Q and A sessions, he would ask the children a thinking question usually based on the parsha. Asking thinking questions to the children was something he did for as long as I can remember. He wanted to encourage them to become thinkers. He wanted to hear their thoughts and ideas. I also felt he asked questions so the students would see how he cared for them, related to them, and wanted to engage them in meaningful conversation in Torah. Rabbi Kelemer was a true ish chessed. Every person who knew him was touched many times by his unbelievable love, unwavering and deep commitment to his community members, their families and beyond. His chessed was a Toras chessed,
stemming from his great appreciation and love for Torah and the mitzvos therein as well his natural ahavas Yisroel that radiated outwards to all fortunate enough to come within his daled amos. He was at every simcha, and every sad occasion as well, offering words of sincere happiness at the good moments and comforting consolation in harder times. My husband is one of five brothers and one sister, ka”h. Getting to dance in front of the chosson and kallah at our wedding was no small feat as one had to “take on” the other brothers who were all dancing with vigor and enthusiasm. Watching the wedding video carefully, I noticed Rabbi Kelemer standing in the center of the circle, ready to be m’sameaich chosson v’kallah. After a few failed attempts to get in the middle, he was at last successful, dancing for us and giving us joy at that happy moment. When my Bubby, a”h, sat shivah for her sister in my parents’ house, due to circumstances of a very short shivah on erev yom tov, she did not have a single visitor to be menachem avel. Except for Rabbi Kelemer. When my grandmother, a”h, passed away two years ago, Rabbi Kelemer’s guidance helped us with every small step along the way. When he came to be menachem avel my mother, I sat enraptured as he was able to get to the heart of my grandmother. He knew her well, my parents having been members of the West Hempstead community for over thirty years. Here again was another testament to his great dedication. A community is comprised of people with families and family histories that are complex. Rabbi Kelemer knew all of the stories, understood deeply where people were coming from, and was able to guide them based on all of these sensitive factors.
