
Ruth Friedman Saul
born April 7, 1919
Montreal Quebec
died September 26, 2009
8 Tishrei 5770
Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
Daughter of Emalene Siegel Friedman and Nicholas Friedman
Sister of Milton and Lee
Wife of Samuel David Saul
Mother of Lynn, Wendy, Lewis, Alan
Grandmother of
Kevin, Erica, Wesley, Sam, Sarah, Rachel, Rebecca, Joel, Nicole, Symone, Martine
Greatgrandmother of Aiyana, Emerson, Justus, Sadie, Mara, Othmane
“Aunt Ruthie” to too many to name
Beloved and loyal friend
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Recognizing that the small Jewish community in Mt. Lebanon was growing, in 1950 Ruth and Sam became founding members of Temple Emanuel of South Hills. In her home ceramics studio, she made the Ten Commandments that were placed atop the portable ark used until Temple built its permanent home here on Bower Hill Road. She also taught Sunday School for many years.
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Ruth loved to travel, visiting her family, taking Elderhostel trips in the United States, Mexico, and Europe, visiting Israel with members of Temple. She took her grandchildren on trips to Niagara Falls, Williamsburg, Oglebay Zoo Camp, Los Angeles, and other exciting places.
Ruth took on researching both her own family history and that of Sam’s huge family who had already documented everyone in the world descended from Abraham Veshasky. In 1997, Ruth took Lynn and Wendy to a Jewish Genealogy conference in Paris and then went on to Hungary and even into Ukraine to visit Poroshko, where her beloved grandfather William Friedman was born, and Satoraljaujhely, where her father and his family had lived. She was able to visit her aunt’s former home in Cegled and see the farms and countryside that her father had talked about so much. She continued to do extensive genealogical work and collect photographs of everyone. And she maintained contact with all the live members of the family, sending birthday and anniversary cards and keeping track of all the new babies.
Ruth had strong opinions, and sometimes it was challenging to discuss things with her. When her granddaughter Nicole tried to argue with her, Ruth told her not to argue “because I’m always right.” When Ruth’s niece Amy Cohn heard of Ruth’s death, she said “Aunt Ruthie is with my mom now, and I’ll bet she’s telling June what to do.” But when Wendy and Symone were with Ruth in her final hours, they wished she would open her eyes and criticize their hair one more time. Ruth’s niece Elizabeth Himelstein wrote, “Aunt Ruth always spoke her mind, and many times, we all have to admit she was right about everything.”
Her memory is a blessing for all of us.
The Ceramist
(Judy Chicago wrote of visiting the kitchen/bedroom/basement studios of w
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“I’m going down the cellar to eat worms”
Mama’s frequent threat to her brood
husband four children constantly
needing
her escape meant to cut into our
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and in the cellar
in a windowless corner
never more than three
inches
from the washing machine
the white kiln-glow peeked out
searing into my skin “my mother is an artist”
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kitchen cabinet
dusty and gray with the
clay pies
“I’m going down the cellar to eat worms”
bitter joys
the sculpture and the painting given over to
a few bad cups
strange awkward unstackable relish bowls
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modern
(ah but I too
was bitten
made small statues and boxes
studied art in junior high school
worked in a studio with windows on a second floor
gave it all up for a
male profession)
Mama still works in a windowless
cellar three inches from the
washing machine
hangs up her oilcloth to dry
above old kitchen cabinets painted with unfired glazes
and the white hot peek-hole still registers
that affirmation
My mother is an artist.
Now she begins to
feel
lines textures
colorations
Now she begins to
share
the worms must be gone down the drain with the
slip
I wish for her a studio sharing the
sky
without a
washing machine.
--Lynn Saul