More Tales of Louie Love

Steve and I met when he was running for a student spot on the Educational Policy Committee (EPC). He needed help with the campaign, so I went around North and East Quads handing out flyers. It was during the World Series, and I promised the suites watching the games that I would leave quickly if they promised to vote for Steve.

When Steve made the campaign rounds in Ridgewood, he was happy that my girlfriends recognized him from my description. He thought this was a great way to meet girls. Little did he know that I had told the girls to stay away until I had made up my mind about him.

I made up my mind, and we became engaged on the next Valentine’s Day. We celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary on January 3.

We don’t recommend getting married that young. It was a different world 40 years ago. Marriage is hard work, but we made the right decision for us. We grew up together, and we are devoted to each other.

P.S. Steve did get elected to EPC.

— Sharon Koons ’75. Married to Stephen Koons ’73.

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He was premed, majoring in Judaic studies. She majored in sociology. He spent freshman year living in North Quad. She spent freshman year living in Masell Quad. If it had not been for that fateful intercamp softball game in New York the summer before freshman year, they would likely have never crossed paths on campus. She met his roommate at the game, and they agreed to each bring their roommate and sit together at freshman convocation.

That is how Jan Klinek, from Rye, N.Y., met her soul mate, Andy Cardin, from Baltimore, Md. Later, they saw each other at an Orientation roller-skating party. Took each other by the hand, and four kids and 32 years later they are still holding hands. Two of their children will attend Brandeis next year, one as a senior, the other a freshman.

— Jan Cardin ’86. Married to Andy Cardin ’86.

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Roger first spotted Sarah in the Boulevard in fall 1983. Sarah (a sophomore) was eating lunch with her friends when Roger (a senior) walked by with his tray of food and his group of friends, one of whom was Dave Hildum ’84.

Dave said hi to Sarah because he knew her through her two older brothers, Noah ’84 and Micah ’82. Roger looked down (because he is very tall and Sarah is very small) to see whom Dave spoke to. That was pretty much it, for Roger at least. The deed was done.

But Sarah did not acknowledge Roger’s existence until several months later. In fact, it took much effort on the part of Roger, who enlisted the help of Lori Kaufman Goodian ’84, Jon Sheffres ’84 and Jordana Huchital ’86, to get her to notice him. She finally did, and on their first date — to Alvin Ailey II, at Spingold — in early 1984 she was smitten, too. (By the way, Roger hasn’t attended a dance performance since then.)

This year, Roger and Sarah celebrate 25 wonderful years of marriage. They have two sons, Jonathan (19) and Aaron (15); live in Montclair, N.J.; and looked forward to attending Roger’s 30th Reunion in June.

— Roger Segal ’84. Married to Sarah Kroloff Segal ’86.

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Back in 1958, Bob asked Jane for a date, and she refused, and that was the end of the college courtship. But in December 1964, a chance meeting in the book department in Korvettes on Fifth Avenue (who else remembers that store?) changed all that.

“Aren’t you Jane Jacobson? Didn’t you go to Brandeis?” was the pickup line Bob delivered, and it worked. We both had dated a lot in the four or five years after college and knew what wasn’t right in other relationships. We got engaged in April, married in September, and with two wonderful kids and five grandkids will celebrate our 49th wedding anniversary this year. Not bad for a pickup.

While we didn’t share experiences at Brandeis as a couple, we have a lot of shared Brandeis memories, from the old library in the stables, to Eleanor Roosevelt, John Kennedy and Pete Seeger on campus, and more. Those old, wonderful memories are among the many things that keep us close.

— Jane Jacobson Stein ’59. Married to Bob Stein ’60.

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It was early fall, 1953. The campus greenery was lush, and conditions were ripe for a love affair to blossom.

I signed up for a course to be taught by the renowned sociologist C. Wright Mills. So did a Helene Slabine, of Brookline, Mass. We didn’t know each other. Brookline is a long way from Brooklyn.

As it turned out, it was a difficult course. Out of the more than 200 students enrolled, only two received an A. Helene found out one of those two students was a football player. A jock with a brain — this was someone she had to meet.

Well, it was love at first sight. One week after graduation, in June 1956, we were married on campus, in the newly constructed Berlin Chapel, one of the first weddings to be held there. The receiving line wrapped around the reflecting pool, which glistened in the sunlight as the goldfish rippled the water. It was just a perfect setting.

A reception followed in the student lounge, which overnight had become a glamorous ballroom.

From start to finish, it was a fairy-tale Brandeis love affair, one that lasted 56 years, until death did us part.

— Marty Reichenthal ’56. In loving memory of Helene Slabine Reichenthal ’56.

Our first date was dinner at a local sports bar. It was a damp and unpleasantly cold February night, and I wanted to get inside quickly.

But Larry needed time to study the menu posted outside and periodically shook his head as he scrolled down. I assumed he was concerned about the prices, so I told him I wasn’t very hungry and planned to order a salad. I had no way of knowing at the time that the cost of the meal had nothing to do with his reluctance to go in. Finally, he lumbered ahead and grabbed us a spacious booth.

The brief incident outside was forgotten, and the conversation went swimmingly. We discovered we were both huge Elmore Leonard fans. We knew classmates in common and had similar takes on their social deficits, which we gleefully picked apart. We were funny together in a wonderfully subversive way. It was a great first date.

I got home feeling psyched about seeing Larry again. Within minutes, he called, a sure signal he felt the same way. But his voice was flat. “I don’t know,” he said.

“You don’t know what?”

“I think we’re a bad idea.”

“Why?” I was mystified and wounded.

“I feel queasy.”

I made him queasy?

“But it could have been the bacon in the club sandwich,” he mused.

“And you’re not sure if it’s me or the sandwich?”

“Well, there’s a possibility that the mayo was bad.”

“Take some Pepcid, and call me in the morning,” I joked, masking my shock.

“Maybe,” he said bleakly, and hung up.

This turn was strange and upsetting. Could I get us back on track? Did I want to? Maybe something was wrong with his food. Nah. He hadn’t eaten anything exotic.

I analyzed the conversation for several minutes. If he didn’t see a future in our relationship, why had he called at all? Maybe he was looking for some kind of reaction and I hadn’t provided it. I was missing something. But what?

Before I could talk myself out of it, I called him back. “How are you doing?”

“Can’t talk right now.”

“Why not? Are you going to the ER for a baconectomy?”

“Not funny.”

“Yes, it is.”


“How are you feeling?” I didn’t expect much improvement on his queasiness from five minutes earlier.

“I’m pretty sure now it was the fries.”

And then it hit me. This might be the moment that charted my destiny. The little psychology I knew kicked in. “You’re right.” I said slowly and thoughtfully. “They looked very greasy.” (He ate fries? News to me.)

Larry’s energy rebounded full throttle. Apparently, he was thrilled to know why he felt sick. “I knew it!” he crowed.

“You know what they fry those things in?” I hissed, working him up into a joyous frenzy.

“You’re absolutely right. It was the fat from the fries!”

In no time, we were deep in debate over who makes the best roast chicken, omelets and dumplings. We covered eating food scenes in movies (“Big Night” was the winner, followed closely by “Babette’s Feast”). We agreed that in the categories of rice pudding and tuna salad, Greek diners could not be outdone. We spent another five minutes deciding where to have dinner the following night. Larry was not only feeling better now, he was ravenous. The hour-long phone conversation marked the beginning of a long love affair fueled by gastronomic consultations.

Now, after many years of marriage, the minute I confirm that he has eaten something stale, sour, too rich, too spicy, spoiled or, my personal favorite, expired, he feels better instantly. These observations are not meant to manipulate or humor him anymore; they are genuine expressions of my enduring love. I steer him toward healthy stuff while protecting his right to be neurotic.

Still, indigestion is only a swallow away.

“How did your food go down?” he routinely asks when we go to a restaurant.

With a straight face, I say, “What can they do to a salad?”

And he darkly replies, “You’d be surprised.”

— Jane Paley ’69, P’04. Married to Larry Price ’68, P’04.

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Daniel entered Brandeis with the comfort of knowing his older sister was still on campus. Mara entered Brandeis knowing only two people, one of whom happened to be Daniel’s sister’s roommate, Amy.

So when Daniel walked out of his dorm on the first day of Freshman Orientation, he was excited to see Amy standing in front of his building — and even more excited to meet the woman she was talking to (it was Mara). Later that night, Mara found Daniel at an Orientation event at the Castle.

Much happened over the next four years — dating, taking identical class schedules, hoping to get set up for Screw Your Roommate, even breaking up.

We left Brandeis, Mara off to Israel to start her graduate program at Hebrew Union College, Daniel staying in Boston to start his teaching career. Our paths crossed once again, we both moved to Los Angeles, and the rest, as they say, is a made-for-TV special.

Two children, three NYC apartments, four jobs and seven years of “happily ever after” later, we cannot believe that the best friend we made on the first day of Freshman Orientation is now our lifelong partner.

Thanks, Brandeis. And thanks, Amy!

— Daniel Braunfeld ’03. Married to Mara Braunfeld ’03.

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Adam and I met at the Wind Ensemble rehearsal in Slosberg the first week of my freshman year. We also played together in the student-led Top Score pops orchestra. We started dating by the end of that semester and made it official on Valentine’s Day, 2005. When we first started dating, we took walks around campus, and the skyline overlook was one of our favorite spots.

We got married on November 11, 2012. Our wedding included three Brandeisians in the bridal party and a handful of others as guests. We’ve also had the privilege of attending two Brandeis weddings so far and hope to attend a few more in the coming years.

— Lauren Katz ’08. Married to Adam Turek-Herman ’06.

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We met in East dorm in 1973 — Dan likes to say he lived “on top of” Deb her freshman year (Rooms 507 and 407). Our first meeting was inauspicious (we actively disliked each other), even though one of Deb’s suitemates thought we would be perfect together.

We gradually became friends, and our first “date” was to the Stein. We broke up for a while, although we remained good friends. The movie “When Harry Met Sally” feels like our story, although it didn't take us 12 years to realize our bond.

We became a couple for life in spring 1975 in an upstairs lounge over Usdan Ballroom. We graduated together in 1977 (Dan having taken a year off). We married in 1979 with lots of Brandeis friends in attendance — one of them performed part of the wedding ceremony, another was an usher and a third witnessed our ketubah.

We settled in Worcester, Mass., raised three wonderful sons and are about to celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary. We are still in touch with most of our Brandeis friends, and have learned that many more friends are also Brandeis alums.

— Debbie Liss Fins ’77. Married to Dan Fins ’77.

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Who knew a “wild” Gilbert and Sullivan Society cast party would turn into marriage! Celebrating 22 years this year.

— Toby Boshak ’88. Married to Paul Eisenberg ’87.

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I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on Brian — he was emceeing a Halloween pumpkin-carving contest in Usdan the fall of my freshman year. I was shy, and it would be another year before we got to know each other, however. Our circle of friends included a number of student workers in the Usdan cafeteria, and we bonded over the dish machine and at the food serving line. Brian and I were married in June 1991 on campus in the Berlin Chapel with a lunch reception in the Faculty Club. We named our first son Emmett, after the Hebrew word for “truth” in the Brandeis seal. We named our second son Daniel, in part because “Dan” means judge in Hebrew. Brandeis was so important to the beginning of our life together.

— Andrea Goldoff Dorlester ’89. Married to Brian Dorlester ’87.

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I met my husband my sophomore year when I was assigned to a lighting call for my tech hours as a theater major. Lane asked me out a few months later, and we’ve been together ever since. We’ve been married 13 years and have two kids.

— Jolyn Kramberg ’99. Married to Lane Sparber, MFA’99.

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I was so incredibly fortunate to meet my wife at Brandeis. Anna and I met while members of Brandeis Emergency Medical Corps (BEMCo). Our dedication to BEMCo and emergency medical services quickly led to our becoming best friends. Despite our close friendship during our years at Brandeis, we never dated until late 2009 or early 2010 (nearly a year and a half after graduation). With our close friendship as the foundation for our relationship, it didn’t take long for both of us to realize this was it (if you ask our friends, we knew while we were in college). We married on November 12, 2011, in Boston, surrounded by our closest friends and family. We are forever grateful to Brandeis for bringing us together.

— Jonathan Modest ’08. Married to Anna (Merport) Modest ’08.

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I can vouch for the fact that Louie love is a very real phenomenon, and I suspect the statistic that one in 10 Brandeis undergraduates marries a fellow Brandeisian is vastly understated.

I offer my immediate family and circle of friends as Exhibit A. Shelly and I are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to our families. My sister Danielle ’86 married her Brandeis beau, Mark Rosenberg ’85, and their daughter Sofia’s middle name, Lou, is in part an homage to Louis Brandeis. Shelly’s sister Amy ’04 married David Stromes ’05, and their son Daniel’s middle name is Emmett because the Hebrew word emet is part of the Brandeis seal.

Our closest friends in Brooklyn are Audrey Gruber ’94 and Jeremy Gruber ’95, and Michelle Berney ’96 and J.J. Berney ’95. Expand the circle and our contemporaries from back in the day include Rachel Oliveri ’95 and Jason Schneider ’93, Tamara Schwarz ’96 and Dan Rademacher ’96, and Dara Kessler ’95 and Seth Kessler ’94.

The list goes on and on. The real question is why Louie love is such a phenomenon. My unscientific explanation leads me to the alma mater song. Right off the bat, we declare, “To thee, alma mater, we’ll always be true,” and we end with “may deeds of thy children make thee forever great.” I’m no psychologist, but this song subconsciously predisposes us to marry a fellow Brandeisian. If Brandeis is our mother (alma mater) and we her devoted children, we make her forever great by marrying well, and who makes a better partner than a fellow Brandeisian?

— Joshua Klainberg ’94. Married to Shelly Klainberg ’95.

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Sherry and I lived next door to each other, in Mods 25 and 26, our senior year. I was a swim-team captain, and Sherry came to the pool for rehab after a bad car accident. In a class we both took — we think it was advertising-related — we did a photo essay together and became good friends.

After graduation, Sherry had a job interview in the Philadelphia area (she was living in Roseland, N.J.). I had grown up in the Philadelphia suburb of Abington. She had been to my house and we had each other’s contact information, so she called my home after she got lost after the interview.

We decided to get together, and she came to help me paint my parents’ home and take a trip to Great Adventure. That’s when we started dating. We married Sept. 13, 1987, in Florham Park, N.J., and have three boys and a girl, ages 14-22. Sherry is a senior claims examiner for Blue Cross; she’s been fortunate enough to work from home for the past 16 years. I have my own law firm in Montgomery County, Penn. We live near Doylestown.

— Michael Eisenberg ’84. Married to Sherryl Katz Eisenberg ’84.

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In fall 1978, this graduate-school applicant was waiting for dental-school responses. None was forthcoming.

But luck was about to shine on me, as I was about to meet the person who would become my patient for the clinical dental boards — and the most important person in my life.

Rosanne was an underclass coed visiting my mod mate. I found myself staring at her and requested an introduction — you must understand this was a bold move for me at the time.

Our friendship developed very slowly and rather uneventfully, as my lack of style prevented anything meaningful from really becoming established. Later on, achieving an ability to comfortably communicate on an intellectual and meaningful level may be the reason our souls were able to soar so high. However, I didn’t think about where this relationship was heading or if it would fade away as our lives moved forward. In fact, Rosanne sent me a graduation card on which she wrote she hoped I would “have a good life.”

Neither of us could have imagined that we would indeed have a good life together — actually a very, very good life together — raising three great kids and building a happy home along the way.

Today, I can report that she was instrumental in my passing those boards and in keeping a part of Brandeis with me every day since the magical moment we met.

— Howie Cetel ’79. Married to Rosanne Levinson Cetel ’80.

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We met by the Pond our sophomore year, shared our meals at Sherman Hall and then at North, courted on the upper level of the library and had the audacity to hold hands across the table in Lewis Coser’s seminar. That’s us at the Goldfarb Library checkout desk on page 63 of the 1962 “Cameral.” We married in 1963. At our wedding were Brian Hollander ’62, Barry Meyers ’62, Larry Gross ’62, Annette H. Gross ’63, Marsha Pomerance ’63, Anita Pomerance ’63, Becky Taylor Stoloff ’63, Bernard Goodman ’62, Steven Fields ’62, Barbara Bleeker Appelbaum ’62 and Ben Applebaum ’62. Last August, we celebrated 50 years of marriage and our love, begun at Brandeis. How delightful to have a name for it: Louie love!

— Isa Pollack Zale ’62. Married to Larry Zale ’62.

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Paul and I met during a snowball fight in 1956. I was a junior walking from the library to my dorm (Smith, long gone) when I noticed my roommate and friends having a snowball fight in front of the Castle and went up the hill to join them. I promptly got hit with a snowball and fell into a snowbank, books and all. It was Paul, a sophomore, who threw the snowball but who also came over to lend a hand and get me out of the snow. It’s 58 years since that day, and, in a sense, I’ve never let go of his hand. That night, we went together to hear a lecture by Aneurin Bevan. We married in August 1958.

I taught high-school history in Lexington, Mass., during Paul’s senior year, then we were off to UC Berkeley, where Paul did graduate work in music and I got a job in the psychology department. After Berkeley, we spent a wonderful year in Milan, Italy, on Paul’s Fulbright. He studied with the composer Luciano Berio, while I had a great time taking cooking lessons. We attended countless concerts and had season tickets to La Scala.

We spent the next six years in New Orleans, where Paul taught music theory at Tulane University and where our son was born. In 1969, Paul accepted a position at Temple University, in Philadelphia, and we’ve been here happily ever since. I never got back to teaching; instead, I worked in behalf of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania’s subsidized child-care programs. We both retired in 2001, which has given Paul time to continue his composing. We’ve done a good amount of European travel, and we get up to Cape Cod frequently. And we remain grateful for that lovely snowfall.

— Adele Umans Epstein ’58. Married to Paul Epstein ’59.

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My fondest memory of Brandeis is the week during the first semester of my senior year that I met Amy on the kosher line and took her out on a date to my friend Jill Levin’s apartment in the Castle. I come back to this week in my life all the time and will always remember how lucky I was to find such a warm, friendly, intellectually stimulating life partner at Brandeis, a person who shares my deepest values and has helped me be the person I am in every way, every day.

— Rabbi Dr. Ron Kronish ’68, P’99. Married to Amy Kronish, P’99.

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It was the first week of classes. I was a senior stuck in a double, but, happily, my roommate and I were close friends. Deciding to make the best of it, we invited some other friends over for a movie night. An almost-but-not-quite stranger tagged along. It turned out he was the CA of the next hall over. Somehow, my door always managed to be open when he was on rounds, and, somehow, he always seemed to have an extra seat at the table when he was making cookies or Shabbat dinners on his hall. Well, many movies, walks around a moonlit campus and dinners at Sherman later, that not-quite stranger and I got engaged. We’ve now been married almost 9 years and have a beautiful daughter. Thanks, Brandeis, for bringing us together.

— Jessica Greenberg Batkin ’05. Married to Adam Batkin ’04, MA’05.

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In March of freshman year, I was in the Goldfarb Library basement, working on a humanities paper. I noticed a friend from my math class talking to a cute dark-haired fellow. They chatted for a while, then settled in to study.

After a while, my friend was still studying, but the young man had stretched out his entire 6-foot-4-inch frame atop the library table, rolled up his parka for a pillow and proceeded to take a nap. I was taken aback by his audacity.

More time passed, and my friend left the table and didn’t return. The young man continued to sleep. I doodled a rough drawing of a teddy bear on a piece of notebook paper and placed it on his table. When he started to awaken, I said, “Here, you look like you need this.” The gesture was completely out of character for me. I tended to be quiet and shy, especially around boys I didn’t know well.

I went up to the main Reference Room, and he followed me after a bit. In the absence of scissors, he had painstakingly cut out the teddy bear by running his ballpoint pen over the outline again and again. On the bear’s rounded belly, he had written, “Won’t you be my teddy bear? Wally-the-Pooh.” He handed me the bear, and I said, “Aww — I'll keep it. Not forever, but at least 40 years.” I have no idea how that popped out of my mouth.

The next day, I had the flu and didn’t go to the library. He drew a get-well card and asked one of my floormates to bring it to me. Later, he phoned; I still remember someone shouting in the hallway, “Linda, the phone’s for you, and it’s a BOY!”

We started dating, usually at Goldfarb, but sometimes at Cholmondeley’s, Spingold or Shapiro, and occasionally in Cambridge or Boston. He was intelligent, handsome, charming, bold, sweet, loving, respectful of my achievements with math and computers, and respectful of my feminism. We shared an interest in art, photography, theater and new technology. We shared concern and outrage about the major political issues of the time — civil rights and peace. My first encounter with his mother was when she was in a protest march in Cambridge. Amazing!

The summer after freshman year was a real O. Henry story: Wally got a job in New Jersey, near where I lived; I got a job at Brandeis, near where he lived. The time apart, punctuated by much-awaited postcards, convinced us we needed to be together. At the end of that summer, he formally told my parents that we wanted to get married and asked for their blessing. They said that we were very young and if, after a year, we still wanted to get married, they would let us consider ourselves engaged, but we’d have to wait an additional year before the wedding. We were married in 1968, the summer after junior year. We lived off-campus senior year, since married undergraduates weren’t permitted to live on campus.

The phrase “at least 40 years” has been written on each of our anniversary cards, and, after 40 years had passed, we decided to renew for another 40. I still call him Wally, though he used the name Walter throughout his career as a university reference librarian. The original teddy bear, in a frame, rests upon a table, surrounded by photos of our family — our children Rachel ’95 and Gary (Harvard ’99), and our three grandchildren.

Though we live in London, Ontario, about a 12-hour drive from campus, we return for as many reunions as we can, not only to see how the campus has grown and to reconnect with dear friends, but because it is always a nostalgic, romantic journey for us.

— Linda Leonard Zimmerman ’69. Married to Walter Evan Zimmerman ’69.

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Louis love definitely changed my world!

On September 16, 1968, my father, Ken Morris ’69, went to an Orientation party. He was a senior, looking to “pick up some freshman girls,” he says. Instead, he met my mother, Sandy Epstein Morris ’70, a junior serving as an orientation leader. (As it happened, the exact moment they met was captured by famed Brandeis photographer Ralph Norman.) Ken and Sandy were engaged three months later and married in June 1970.

Fast-forward 23 years, and their daughter (me!) matriculated at Brandeis in fall 1991. I had visited Brandeis countless times over the years and loved everything about it. I applied Early Decision and couldn’t wait to attend.

I had an incredible experience at Brandeis — academically, socially and even romantically. I had my share of Louis loves but not the “true” Louis love. When I graduated, I went on to law school.

Continuing my love for Brandeis, I was an active alumna. In fact, I was chair of my class’ Five-Year Reunion Committee. At our first meeting, I met Marc — who became my true Louis love! He proposed outside the Castle. We married a few years later with lots of Brandeis friends and classmates surrounding us.

Louis love is important in our family, not just for my parents and me. My mom’s sister married my dad’s Brandeis roommate (Dan Schopick ’69). And my Brandeis roommate (Erica Michals Silverman ’95) married my cousin. Without Louis love, where would we be?

— Wendy Morris Berliner ’95. Married to Marc Berliner ’95.

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I swear — and I know everyone who knew us in college would agree — that my husband and I were the first couple to form in the Class of 2006. We had started dating by the end of Orientation!

We met on the second day of Orientation through my freshman-year roommate, Sarah Eisenhandler McGinley ’06, who, truth be told, was just trying to get both of us out of her hair. Her plan definitely worked. Josh and I spent all of our time not occupied by Orientation hanging out. As a matter of fact, our first “date” was spent walking around the campus, trying to locate where our classes would be. I even fell on the Rabb steps in front of Josh during the classroom hunt. He likes to claim that was the moment I “fell” in love with him.

It’s amazing that Josh and I have known each other for so long, and also that our Brandeis memories are shared. We used to have what we called “AG/Lizzy’s combo dates,” in which we went to the Asian Grill, and then to Lizzy’s for dessert. We even both studied abroad in Madrid, in separate programs that coincidently met in the same building. When I look back at my time at Brandeis, I think of my amazing friends, of course, but I also realize how lucky I was to have been randomly matched with my freshman-year roommate, Sarah, who unknowingly introduced me to my future husband.

On a beautiful, warm day in May 2011, Josh and I, after nine years of dating, were married. Our wedding party was full of Brandeis alums: Sarah, who was a bridesmaid; maid of honor Joanna Kaufman ’06; best man Zachary Zarnow ’06; groomsmen Seth Young ’06 and Ian Sager ’06. About 30 Brandeis alums were in attendance. But definitely the most exciting alumnus there was the rabbi who married us, Ronald Androphy ’73.

To make our love story even more exciting, Josh and I are expecting our first child in September.

— Karen Travis Goldfischer ’06. Married to Joshua Goldfischer ’06.

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