Biography
Rabbi Noah Weinberg was born in New York City on the Lower East Side in 1930. His father, Rabbi Yitzchak Mattisyahu Weinberg was a Slonimer chassid, and a nephew and grandson of the first Slonimer Rebbe, Rabbi Avrohom Weinberg.
His mother, Hinda, was a direct descendant of Rabbi Jacob ben Jacob Moses of Lissa, author of Nesivos Hamishpat.
Rabbi Weinberg studied at Yeshiva Rabbi Chaim Berlin of Brooklyn and Yeshivas Ner Yisroel of Baltimore; he received rabbinic ordination from the latter. He completed his undergraduate studies at Johns Hopkins University and post-graduate studies at Loyola Graduate School.
His older brother, Rabbi Yaakov Weinberg, later became rosh yeshiva of Yeshivas Ner Yisroel.
In 1953, Rabbi Weinberg traveled by boat to Israel to discuss with Rabbi Avrohom Yeshaya Karelitz (known as the Chazon Ish), the leading rabbinical sage at the time, how to respond to the threat of assimilation in the Jewish world. Rabbi Karelitz died while Weinberg was en route to Israel.
He then became a traveling salesman for his brother's company. In his course of travel to many small cities in the United States, he discovered Jews of all kinds who were distant from their heritage.
He married Denah Goldman, daughter of Rabbi Elchanan Goldman, also a native of New York, in February 1958. Together they established a home in the Mea Shearim neighborhood of Jerusalem. Shortly before the Six-Day War in 1967, they and their young children moved into a new apartment in the Kiryat Sanz neighborhood of Jerusalem, where they raised their 12 children.
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