The following evening, Sunday, Tammuz 13 (July 15), the Rebbe held a farbrengen in honor of Yud Beis and Yud Gimmel Tammuz [The birthday of the previous Rebbe in 1880, and the day he was released from Soviet jail in 1927]. The farbrengen began around 9:15 p.m. (following maariv). There were many visitors present as this farbrengen.

The Rebbe was in very cheerful spirits during this farbrengen.

We got off to a jolly start, as immediately at the onset of the farbrengen, during the first niggun, everyone was singing with the Rebbe encouraging the singing by swinging his arms and hands very energetically. We all tried to maintain the momentum of the singing in rhythm to the Rebbe's moving arms. Then the Rebbe suddenly stood up and in addition to continuing the hand motions as before, was literally dancing in his place for quite a few minutes. After this joyous round of singing, the Rebbe asked that avinu malkeinu be sung.

Then there were the sichas. The Rebbe was explaining a story about the Rebbe Rashab, the fifth Rebbe of Lubavitch, and I was able to understand more of what was being said than usual. The Rebbe talked about how a chossid is a lamternshchik (Russian word meaning lamplighter) and must actively seek out the “lamps” to ignite.

The Rebbe distributed mashke to many of the guests, including three Lubavitcher professors; Dr. Teitlebaum from Montreal, Professor Block and Yaakov Hanoka.

After a sicha about the plight of the Jewish people still behind the Iron Curtain, we started singing “Hoshioh es Amecho.” The Rebbe interrupted this song and requested that we instead sing Uforatzto. The Rebbe was very vigorously egging on this song and then he again stood up and danced and encouraged the singing. Afterwards someone remarked, “I only remember seeing the Rebbe so joyful on Simchas Torah.” I believe that it was very unusual for the Rebbe to stand up and dance on more than one occasion in a farbrengen.

During the course of the farbrengen the Rebbe called me up to the top table. He wanted to pour some vodka for me. I indicated that I had shtelled different bottles.

The Rebbe broke out in a lovely broad smile and said, “Misht zich nit in dee balebatishkeit, se'iz genug vos ihr misht zich in Manchester, doh farlost zich oif mir.” (Do not interfere with the management here, it is enough that you are involved in Manchester. Here, rely on me.) Then he said in English, “No hard feelings.”

He then handed me some cake from his tray and indicated that I give this to my daughter. (Rabbi Dvorkin, [the Rov in Crown Heights], informed me that this signified a blessing for the shidduch. Whilst this greatly pleased me, I was not expecting the Rebbe's brocha to be fulfilled with such speed.)

One of the elder chassidim present, who was also present when the Frierdiker Rebbe was released from jail, was reminiscing about 5627 (1927). He told the Rebbe how he well remembered in the Soviet Union, after getting the news of the previous Rebbe's release, they had to suffice with a very secret celebration, “but now, it is with great pirsum (publicity).”

The Rebbe retorted, whilst waving his hand in a sign of displeasure, “Doss heist pirsum?” (Is this called publicity?)

That is the Rebbe's general outlook; what was good yesterday, must be increased today and tomorrow should be more than today. One must never look back to the past and feel complacent, but instead should feel encouraged by the successes to increase in an even larger measure than before. The Rebbe himself sets a very good example to his chassidim to that end.

The next day, Monday, Tammuz 14 (July 16), Hindy and Shmuel met for the second time.

That night, we were getting ready to retire for the night at our apartment, when we received a message that the Rebbe desired to see Roselyn and myself at once. Roselyn was unfortunately not able to go, so I went alone.

I admit I do not remember much about this yechidus; events were moving too fast for me. The current circumstances, over which I had no control, were carrying me along. The Rebbe suggested that “it” take place in three months time during the month of Tishrei or in about one year's time during next Tammuz. I surmised the Rebbe was discussing the tenoim (engagement), but the Rebbe was in fact talking about the wedding! Neither Roselyn nor I had yet made Shmuel's acquaintance! I protested to the Rebbe, “What will they do for parnoso?”

The Rebbe immediately answered, “He'll be a lamternshchik.”

We realized that we should be making Shmuel's acquaintance. The next day, Tuesday, I picked up Shmuel at 770,  and took him to our apartment to meet Roselyn.

As we walked down Kingston Avenue together he said “You may think that this is very sudden; but you must remember that what it takes, l'havdil, “other people” a year or two to discover - namely, their backgrounds, family history and so forth - we already know. What we have to find out is our compatibility and whether we are attracted to each other.” He then quoted (from Bereishis, 24:67) that “Yitzchok met Rivkah, she became his wife and he loved her.” That is the Jewish way, leading to a lasting and permanent love.”

I was nonplussed. He had only spoken to Hindy on two occasions and he was already talking about compatibility and marriage! It seemed like a new concept to me, however I must admit it sounded admirable.

At the apartment Rabbi Shemtov and Avrohom were present. I introduced Shmuel to Roselyn. She remarked that she was very pleased to meet a friend of Avrohom's and if he liked Hindy and she liked him, they could correspond with each other for a year or so. After all, she was only eighteen. When they would again meet, next year, we could discuss matters that are more serious.

I am afraid that Roselyn was fighting a losing battle. She had mistakenly thought that there would be insufficient time. While Roselyn was talking about them writing to each other, they were arranging a meeting between us and Shmuel's parents at the dairy restaurant on Kingston Avenue, so we could discuss  “serious” matters over lunch.

On Wednesday, Tammuz 16 (July 18), we met Shmuel's family for lunch. His father, Mr. David Lew, a practicing attorney, could not make it with such short notice. However, Shmuel's mother and grandmother, as well as an uncle, met us for lunch. (His father met us at the airport later that night).

Meanwhile, being in charge of the charter flight, there was a tremendous amount of detail to organize. Roselyn - who was my “right hand man” - and I were kept busy during lunch,  because passengers were continuously interrupting our meal (and our conversations). There were so many problems that needed tending to.

I found out later that Rabbi Chodakov called Shmuel to a meeting on Wednesday morning, which was the day we traveled back to England, and told him that a decision with him and Hindy - either way - must be reached today, before the flight leaves. He told him that “The order is that first the boy and girl decide whether they are interested, then they obtain their parents' permission, and finally they ask for the Rebbe's brocha.”

The buses were scheduled to leave 770 for the airport at 3:00 p.m. The Rebbe had kindly consented to see every single member of our group - each of the 118 passengers - individually in his private study before our departure, as he also so generously did last year. Everyone was permitted to spend just a few moments to receive the Rebbe's parting blessings.

At 770, the scene was chaotic, utter confusion. All of the travelers, their friends and relatives together with hundreds of bochurim (who were always interested in anything connected with the Rebbe) were all milling around the vicinity of the hallway nearby the Rebbe's study. I was in the waiting room doing my best to keep the queue moving. Passengers would enter the Rebbe's study and then could not bring themselves to leave. We almost had to drag some of them out. It was very fortunate indeed that this was our personal chartered flight, as it could not leave without us. (We left New York three hours late due to this lack of co-operation by some of the members).

When it was Hindy's turn to go in to the Rebbe alone, she told the Rebbe, “I made up my mind.”

The Rebbe was visibly satisfied and said, “He is a very fine bochur.” He then gave her many fine brochos.

Rabbi Chodakov then went in, between one yechidus and another, with Shmuel's written note, requesting the Rebbe's blessings to get engaged. Rabbi Chodakov came out one or two minutes later, with the Rebbe's written agreement and blessings to the engagement.

Rabbi Shemtov arrived, holding a bottle of vodka and glass and wishing everyone “Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov.” He pushed a glass of vodka into my hand and said “Say l'chaim. Hindy has made up her mind and she is now a kallah.” What excitement! What a turmoil! Poor Roselyn hardly knew the choson and we had not even met the mechuton. The one consolation, the anchor that kept us sane, was that the Rebbe had urged and promoted this shidduch and given his blessings. That alone assured our rationality.

I confess that I did find it inconceivable that our daughter, whom I had always considered a sensible and calm young woman, should be so quickly and completely “bowled over.”