Anita Getzler
Cousin
I loved my cousin Ruth. I was blessed to get to know her in 1976, when I moved to Venice and began graduate school. When we met, we quickly discovered that not only did we share the bond of family history, but we also shared a strong interest in the arts, culture, and politics. That meeting was the beginning of one of my most important, lasting and meaningful relationships.
In 1977, when Ruth had recently started working at KCRW, I moved in with her for a year. We’d often sit at the kitchen table discussing the trials and tribulations of life, politics, public radio, and graduate school, all the while laughing a whole lot and sometimes dining on anchovies with sourdough bread and a glass of wine. She was a great cook and I'd often come home to her cooking a delicious dinner with classical music in the background.
Knowing Ruth expanded my world—she lived the words elegance and sophistication, had clear opinions, extraordinary intellectual depth, an outstanding memory, and always had wonderful stories to tell.
Ruth was a mentor, a loyal friend, confidante, and family. Over the many years, she understood and encouraged my work as an artist and educator. I could count on her support, understanding and guidance through the challenging events in my life. I was extremely fortunate to spend time with her doing the things we loved.
I love her and will miss her greatly.
