{"id":28875,"date":"2018-05-18T03:49:59","date_gmt":"2018-05-18T10:49:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jewishindependent.ca\/?p=28875"},"modified":"2018-05-16T23:14:28","modified_gmt":"2018-05-17T06:14:28","slug":"sunday-school-sweethearts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jewishindependent.ca\/index.php\/2018\/05\/18\/sunday-school-sweethearts\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday school sweethearts"},"content":{"rendered":"

Shelley Globman Osipov and Marty Osipov (photo from the Osipovs)<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Can Marty and I be childhood sweethearts if we didn\u2019t start dating until we were 26? But we did meet when we were 4 years old. It happened in September 1961 at the preschool at I.L. Peretz Shule in their original location in Vancouver, on Broadway near Birch \u2013 though neither of us remembers that encounter.<\/p>\n

From age 6, we both attended classes at the shule\u2019s current location at 45th and Ash on Tuesdays after school and on Sundays in the morning. For me, Marty was just another one of the boys in the class.<\/p>\n

In our six years at the shule, we were taught Yiddish and learned about Jewish culture, initially from lehrerin Sarah Sarkin and, then, by lehrer Leibel Basman. In our last year at the shule, John Mate taught us Hebrew \u2013 lessons that would come in very handy for me.<\/p>\n

On Sundays, we had choir practice. Little did I know that our choir teacher, Claire Osipov, would become my mother-in-law. I\u2019m sure everyone who attended the shule remembers the big box of Bader\u2019s cookies that was passed around to bribe us to sing. I have fond memories of the cookies, though not so much of the songs \u2013 and not yet of Marty.<\/p>\n