Although I was without Roselyn, the Rebbetzin agreed to receive Avrohom and me at her home on two occasions.

The Rebbetzin greeted us very warmly and paid me a very nice compliment. She said that I had lost weight and looked well, “umberuffun.” I had joined the fashion and was trying to lose a little weight; how is that for saying the right thing at the right time?

The Rebbetzin really looked lovely – she gets younger and looks more charming every time I see her. She said that the flowers that we sent (through Gil Hirsch’s store) were simply gorgeous. She genuinely expressed her disappointment that Roselyn had not also come to New York.

Avrohom brought with him a letter from his wife Susan, who corresponds frequently with the Rebbetzin. The Rebbetzin revealed that “I love her letters, especially how she describes the minutest details of her daily activities and the progress of her children.”

I brought along about a hundred photographs depicting various Lubavitch functions in Manchester. I was very gratified when the Rebbetzin asked whether she could keep some. I begged her to choose as many as she desired. She picked about half a dozen, all of Roselyn and me. How very nice of the Rebbetzin.

We had our usual relatively long discussion about the Rebbe. I intimated that to me it seemed like the Rebbe wanted the chassidim to come to 770 more often. I added, “Men darf arein chapen vos men ken, ven men ken.” (We need to make the most of whatever we can, whenever we can.) We must make the most of the Rebbe. We should seize the opportunity as often as possible to spend as much time as possible with the Rebbe, imbibing knowledge, Torah and direction.

The Rebbetzin seemed to agree with me.

We visited the Rebbetzin a second time before we left for England. She was in a jolly mood. We told humorous stories and her laughter was hearty and spontaneous. The best joke of all, made by the Rebbetzin herself, was when she informed us that the Rebbe “does not consider himself a world leader!” That was a really good one!

I was then a bit bold and asked the Rebbetzin for a photograph of her; in exchange for those which I had given her. We have dozens of pictures of the Rebbe but not one of our Rebbetzin. She initially demurred but in the end said that when we came for Shavuos she would allow us to take a photograph of her.

The following day I had a nice experience. A sleek Cadillac drew up to 770. At the same moment, the Rebbetzin’s older sister came down the walkway. (I assumed – correctly – that this was Rebbetzin Gurary because she looked very much like our own Rebbetzin.) I dashed forward to open the car door for her. She looked at me – first with horror and then – with amazement. She had never had this courtesy paid to her at 770. I explained to her that in England a gentleman always opens the car door for a lady. I was then astonished to notice that the driver, whom I thought was a young girl of eighteen, was our very own Rebbetzin. She is very petite and looked very chic and smart. The Rebbetzin gave me a wave and a glad smile, and off she drove.