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Serach's grandfather, Dr. Abraham Luchins, passed away Tuesday morning. His wife, Dr. Edith Luchins, passed away 3 years ago; he is survived by his children R' Dr. David Luchins; Dr. Daniel Luchins; R' Dr. Yirmiyahu Luchins; Dr. Anne Greenfield; and R' Yosef Luchins; their spouses; and his 22 grandchildren and 21+ great-grandchildren, ken yirbu.
Baruch Dayan Emes.
Some notes I've seen from around the blogosphere...:
The letter the Orthodox Union (OU) sent out:
Baruch Dayan Ha'emetA short piece written by a cousin of Serach's, another grandchid: (I'm lifting the whole piece as it doesn't have its own link) [EDIT: Current link]
from: RABBI DR. TZVI HERSH WEINREB
Executive Vice President, UOJCA
We regret to inform you of the passing of Dr. Abraham Luchins, a former member of the Union’s Board of Directors. Dr. Luchins, a distinguished psychologist, prolific author, and noted scholar is survived by 21 great grandchildren, 22 grandchildren, and five children including Orthodox Union Vice President David Luchins. The levaya is scheduled for 11:30 a.m. Wednesday morning, December 28th at Parkside Funeral Home, 2576 Flatbush Avenue, (718-338-1500) in Brooklyn, N.Y.
The shiva will commence at the home of Rabbi Dr. Yirmiyahu Luchins, 20 Park Avenue in Monsey, NY (845-425-5661) and David Luchins will be sitting from Motzei Shabbat at 11 88 McNeil Avenue in the Bronx (718-822-1216) Contributions in Dr. Luchins memory may be made to NCSY’s Ben Zakkai Honor Society.
We extend our deepest sympathy to the entire Luchins family.
Once, there was no Luchins Family. There was, however, a Luchinksy family. At some point, for reasons I've never gotten a clear explanation of, it became Luchins. None of the brothers spelled it the same. As such, my grandfather was the first Luchins ever. In fact, if you Google "Luchins", every single result is one of his children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren. Everything that makes us Luchinses, we got from him.
Today, the Twenty Seventh of December, in the year two thousand and five, Dr. Abraham Luchins, the first Luchins, the prototype, if you will, has gone to join his wife in Heaven.
So who was Abraham Luchins?
That covers dry facts, but what about Abraham Luchins, the person ? Who was he?
Here comes the part where you'll think I'm crazy.
Whenever I think of my grandfather, I think of ice cream. You see my father, Grandfather, and I are all Ice Cream fanatics. We must have it in the house. Grandfather's house in Albany had a small fridge that always had Breyers in it.
He did this interesting thing though.
He would take out an almost-empty carton of vanilla. He'd scoop out the ice cream, eat it, and drink his coffee. Then he would take the remainder of the coffee and pour it into the Ice Cream carton, swishing it around and letting the ice cream melt into it. Then he'd pour it back in his mug and drink it.
One time, after seeing him do this for years, I offered to pick up Coffee Ice Cream for the next time he visited.
He gave me a look like I'd sprouted another head (a look I got a lot).
"Now where's the fun in that?"
That right there? That was Abraham Luchins.
But still, that wasn't all of him.
So far I've talked about his mind and his mouth, two amazing things, of course, but what about the rest of him?
The last time my wife and I visited him, it struck me how someone seeing my grandfather for the first time now would never realize who he was.
Looking at him then, how could someone imagine him to be a man who, fighting in the Second World War, traded his meal rations with other soldiers for dessert rations. Why? The meat in the meal rations weren't Kosher. Such was his devotion to his Torah.
How could you imagine that that wracked, bent body holds a mind that held it's own with the founders of Gestalt Theory?
Those gnarled hands - how could they have ever tended lovingly to a garden, bringing forth vegetables of all sorts (especially gourds. That man loved his squash).
That voice? Faded. Weak. That voice could never have taught thousands of students, at places like NYU, Yeshiva University, Touro College, and West Point Academy. It's simply not believable.
Looking at him, those scant few months ago, you'd never have thought any of that about him.
But if you like, I'll tell you all about him...
In summation, my friend Michael Pullmann may have put it best when he said "Boys learn the facts of life from their fathers, but they learn how to live from their grandfathers".
Really. There's nothing else to say.
From a fellow blogger:
These are in addition to all the touching comments from readers of this blog, both here and via e-mail.
A shock to the system--when the real world and "Olam HaBlog" collideToday, I typed an announcement to be posted throughout my office building notifying our staff and visitors of the death of a staff member's father, and providing details concerning the funeral and shiva (roughly translated, the period when the mourners receive condolence visitors). Imagine my shock when I was making the rounds of the blogs and discovered that the deceased is the grandfather of a Jewish blogger's spouse. Baruch dayan emet--Blessed is the true Judge.
Thank you all very much for your kind words, thoughts, and prayers.