I remember the last time I was at the aronow’s house sitting in the kitchen and talking to Rebbetzin Aronow. ASuch a sweet lady. You could tell she was a hartzige woman from the Alte heim. Even though I was so young (I still am) she asked questions and wanted to know who I was and how I was doing in school. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen me in a long time and I was practically a stranger. She was still so welcoming and caring.