When Stewie was very little..maybe 4...he went with his Bubbe somewhere on the buses in Chicago. Bubbe wasn't sure which bus to take when they had to switch and Stewie told her. But she didn't believe a 4 year old could be right so she went to find a cop....and sure enough Stewie's directions were right! (Sharon Sheinfeld)
Christmas eve one year our Abba took Stewie and I (we must have been maybe 7 and 6) downtown to look at the windows and we went to a party at Mr. Kurs office in some office building. When the elevator came, Stewie got on without us. We did manage to find him later in the lobby and he wanted to know where we had been. (SharonSheinfeld)
In our old house, the boys and girls bedrooms were connected by a door with maybe twelve small windows, 3 across and 4 rows down. There was also the time that our Ima chased you (for something we know you did not do) through the boys room into the girls' room. You held the door closed while she pounded on the glass panes on the door insisting that you let her in until finally she unintentionally smashed the window with her bare hand. (Josh Sheinfeld and Sharon Sheinfeld)
As your roommate with the second longest tenure I spent many a night getting hit from the upper bunk, once from the left, once from the right. Occasionally, I would catch your arm and return the favor, but I would pay for that later. I was overmatched in our wrestling matches and my only chance was to continue after I had promised to stop. (Josh Sheinfeld)
I remember a wintry Shabbat afternoon when Shu went outside on Central Park to play in the fresh snow on our front lawn. It was you who rescued her when we realized that she had stepped into such deep snow that she was stuck and could not move.(Josh Sheinfeld)
Stewart was a very good big brother and very protective. He wouldn't let anyone else pull my long pony tail, just him.(Shu Sheinfeld)
As all of you know Stewie enjoys his sleep, Even at about age of 6 ½. I couldn’t get him up for school one morning in time to make his carpool, so as he took his time getting dressed, and was finally ready to leave, he looked up at me, expecting me to drive him to Torah Center, a good couple of blocks away. I told him, you’ll walk and carry your briefcase, but I was afraid to let him walk alone and cross all the streets, so I drove along beside him, and he kept pleading to get in the car, and I refused. Maybe that’s why I’m always the bad guy. If I recall correctly, I finally relented – no, I didn’t let him get in the car, but I took his briefcase. And he was on time for his carpool thereafter (until his Yeshiva days). (Edith Sheinfeld)
In the early 1960's, the Jewish guys from Albany Park who went to the Academy as well as Arie Crown, back then on Kimball St., used to kill Summer's by playing baseball at Eugene Field. We ranged from eighth or ninth graders in age. That is, except for a seventh grader who used to fight his way into the games. The problem was he was pretty good for a little guy, so it was hard to tell him to get lost. Actually, it was pretty hard for him to get lost, as the backyard of his house faced Center Field. In fact, he became pretty useful as he used to jump out of bed in order to reserve our diamond. Back then he was a wise guy too, who used to laugh (back then he had a great laugh too) at a certain 14 year old punk who used to smoke cause it was cool. He laughed so well there were times I wanted to punch his lights out. Problem was, he was right. (Nachman Klieman)