By: Yehuda Greenfield
“It’s funny how they called the rosh yeshiva ztz”l, the Rosh Yeshiva, while they called Reb Yoshe Ber, the Rav,” Rav Reuven Feinstein said in his much-imitated, wispy voice. “Really, it was the rosh yeshiva ztz”l who was the Rav, a poisek, and Reb Yoshe Ber was the Rosh Yeshiva.”
I was in eleventh grade, sitting in a chumash shiur given by my own rosh yeshiva, Rav Reuven Feinstein. He was saying a story about his father, Rav Moshe Feinstein, and a man unknown to me, Reb Yoshe Ber.
“Who’s Reb Yoshe Ber?” I asked my chavrusa later, during seder.
(Source credit: R' Jeffrey Saks)