I have a vision of Rabbi Kramer and my father Morris Dalfen sitting at our kitchen table with the “pishkas” opened, coins piled up high, and both my Dad and Rabbi Kramer were immersed in counting the money for charity. Tzdaka, was so important to my dad.
Rabbi Kramer was part of our family. There wasn’t a simcha that we made that he wasn’t invited to. What an honour it was for me when Rabbi Kramer walked on shabbat from his house to the Adath Israel in Hampstead for my son Adam’s Bar Mitzvah. He never missed any and was dancing singing and smiling at every one.
– Debbie Dalfen Schouela