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Our Story, A Family Legacy
As told by Marjorie Foster Saltzman

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Our Story, A Family Legacy
As told by Marjorie Foster Saltzman
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Our Story, A Family Legacy
As told by Marjorie Foster Saltzman
Produced by Lisa Kagan Designs
Family Heirloom Art
www.LisaKaganDesigns.com
Portland, Oregon
Lisa Kagan: Director, Oral Historian, Writer,
Photography Editor, Book Designer
Joella Werlin, Familore: Project Consultant,
Oral Historian, Text Editor
Julie Leuvrey: Genealogical Research, Family
History Consultant
Connie Lenzen, CG: Genealogical Research,
Genealogical Chart
Julie Zander: Copy Editor
Content for this book is based on oral history
interviews of Marjorie Foster Saltzman
and her four children: Jeff Saltzman; Barbara
Lovre; Dan Saltzman; and Julie Leuvrey.
Interviews initially were conducted by Joella
Werlin, Familore, beginning in 2004, and subsequently
by Lisa Kagan, Lisa Kagan Designs,
2008–2009.
Copyright © 2009
Marjorie Foster Saltzman and her heirs
All rights reserved. Reproduction of the whole or any part of
the contents without permission is prohibited.
Printed by Stevens Printing,
Portland, Oregon.
Book binding by Grossenbacher Bros Inc.
Front cover caption:
A collection of photographs celebrating four generations of the
Saltzman family
Images from left to right, top row:
Goodman family: Lillian and Sam (back), Ophelia, Dora,
Celia, Charles and Rebecca (middle), Helen (front)
Jeff Saltzman, Jack Saltzman during the war years,
Julie Leuvrey
Images from left to right, bottom row:
Barb Lovre, Marjorie Foster Saltzman, Dan Saltzman
Foster family portrait, c. 1929: Shirley and Ophelia (back),
Betty, Jacob and Marjorie (front)
Photo montage by Lisa Kagan.
Specializing in Family Heirloom Art Books
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Contents
This book has been created
as a way to share
Family
my life experiences and
those of our ancestors
with my children and
~ Preface ~
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Origins
The Foster and Goodman Families
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Growing Up in Sandpoint
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Oregon –
Reconnecting Roots
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Newlyweds
During the War Years
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Marjorie and Jack’s Family
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Planned Parenthood
Forty Years of Volunteerism
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Origins of a Self-Made Man
The Saltzman and Miller Families
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An Entrepreneur’s Legacy
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Jeff, The First Born
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carrying with it the
Legacy
wisdom and insights
of all that has come
before. I hope that this
collection of our fam-
Barbara, Oldest Daughter
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Dan, Youngest Son
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Julie, The “Baby”
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Three Generations Together
The Later Years
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~ Family Tree and
Concluding Thoughts ~
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For my family and future generations
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This book has been created as a way to share my life experiences and those of our ancestors
I
think it is important to know where you come from.
with my children and grandchildren. Once all the older generations are gone, I want future generations
to have a place to go to learn about our family. This book is my answer to that. I hope it awakens
their curiosity about the past and encourages them as they build their own lives.
I began this process when Jack’s health was failing, before he passed away, with the idea that our
children and grandchildren also would have the opportunity to know him better through these pages.
I would love to have had a book like this when I was younger. Current technology makes it much
easier to access information than when I was growing up. Research on our ancestry helped us uncover
many stories that I never knew. I only wish I had the opportunity to hear these stories earlier in
my life, but I am thankful that now I can share them with my family. It makes me feel good to know
that younger generations can grow up with more knowledge of our family history than I did when I
was a child.
Life is continually changing, which is quite evident throughout this book. I believe that each generation
creates its own way, yet can really benefit from learning about what came before. I feel optimistic
about the opportunities available to my grandchildren. They will have access to the tools and
resources that they need to pursue their dreams. I think they will be able to do great things. Perhaps
one day when they are older, they will create a book like this about their own lives, weaving together
the stories of past, present and future generations.
I have created this book out of love — love for the future of my children and grandchildren, and
the children they will have one day. It is amazing to see all of the pieces come together.
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Goodman Family
Lillian and Sam (back)
Ophelia, Dora, Celia, Charles
and Rebecca (middle)
Helen (front)

The Goodmans
Origins
The Goodman and Foster Families
My grandfather, Carl Wilhelm Gutman,
was born in May 1858 in
Latvia. The Gutman family lived
in a town called Sassmachen, in Courland, a
historic area of Jewish settlement in Latvia.
The town is now called Valdemarpils. Around
1882 Carl and his two brothers, Herman
and Joe, immigrated to the United States to
escape the threat of being enlisted into the
Russian army. When my grandfather went
through the naturalization process in the
United States, he decided to Americanize his
name, so he became Charles William Goodman.
Once he was admitted into the United
States, he traveled to Michigan to stay with his
cousin. Charles was a very remarkable young
man. Not only did he quickly learn the watch
repairing trade, but he also taught himself
English. He spoke without any trace of a
foreign accent. He never had a single day of
schooling as a child, and yet his favorite books
as an adult were by Darwin, Shakespeare and
Herbert Spencer (a popular philosopher of the
late 1800s).
Eventually Charles continued west to join
his brother in Chehalis, Washington, where he
Charles Goodman’s father
“Charles was a very remarkable young
man.... He never had a single day of
schooling as a child, and yet his favorite
books as an adult were by Darwin,
Shakespeare and Herbert Spencer.”
Charles Goodman’s mother
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owned a clothing store. There, Charles opened
a jewelry shop, which he would continue to
own for many years. It was in Chehalis that
Charles met his first wife, Sarah. They had two
children, Sam and Lillian Goodman. His marriage
to Sarah ended in a tragedy. His wife was
in a horse-drawn buggy with their baby, and a
train whistle frightened the horse. The buggy
Dora’s father and his second wife, matchmakers for Dora and Charles
overturned and she was killed. Their baby,
Sam Goodman, survived the accident.
Following this extremely difficult period as
a widower, my grandfather was introduced to
my grandmother, Dora Hurwitz, in the most
unusual way. Dora was born in May 1874 in
Russia. She had immigrated to the United
States in 1896 to marry a cousin who passed
away shortly after she arrived.
Dora’s father, my great-grandfather,
was a widower, and his second wife
was a relative of Charles Goodman.
Through the two of them, they
arranged for Dora in Minneapolis
and Charles in Chehalis to meet by
correspondence. After exchanging
many letters and pictures, Charles
and Dora met in Seattle and got
married, much to the satisfaction of
their familial matchmakers.
The young couple moved to
Chehalis where they started their
life together. A few years later, they
moved with their young family
to Portland, Oregon, where they
spent the rest of their days. Charles
bought property for the family
home, which he had built at 714 E.
Madison Street in Portland in 1906.
He had the Goodman name carved
on the riser of the concrete steps
leading to the front door. This large
white colonial style house can still
be found in southeast Portland, at the current
address of 2036-2038 SE Madison. My
grandfather re-established his jewelry store
on southwest Morrison Street downtown. He
made an honest living, though the business
was never very financially successful.
Charles and Dora had four girls and two
boys of their own. Combined, they had eight
children in their family. My mother, Ophelia
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The Goodman family at their home
at 714 E. Madison Street in Portland
Grace Goodman, was born June 18, 1900, in
Chehalis, Washington. Ophelia’s name, which
she did not like since it was so uncommon,
was inspired by Charles’s love of Shakespeare.
Ophelia was the third child, born a year after
twins Helen and Celia. Her younger siblings
were Rebecca, Louis and Mort. Two of my
mother’s sisters died during childhood. Celia
died of tuberculosis in 1905, at age six. Rebecca
died at age eleven of complications
from diabetes, before the invention of insulin.
Insulin was discovered only ten years after she
passed away.
Rebecca was a frail and beautiful child
with blue eyes and black hair. She did not
attend school because of her illness. Her last
summer was spent in Seaside, Oregon, since
the doctor recommended
the sea air. She died that
summer, but she came out
of a diabetic coma just long
enough to tell her mother,
Dora, that she had seen
heaven and the angels. From
that time forward, when
the children came into the
kitchen for lunch, Dora always
left the back door open
for Rebecca.
The Goodmans were a
very close family. My grandfather
Charles was adored by
his children, whom he loved
deeply. He loved music and
often sat outside his children’s
bedrooms and sang
opera to them until they
fell asleep. At dinner, the
children would take turns
sitting on his lap throughout
the meal. Charles preferred
spending time with his
children and their friends
rather than with his business
associates discussing adult
matters. According to my
Uncle Louis, Charles was
interested in their hearts and
minds, and Dora was interested
in their health and
their souls.
Charles Goodman
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When my sisters and I were growing up,
we used to enjoy spending summers with the
Goodman family, and I learned most of what
I know about Orthodox Judaism from my
grandmother. Grandmother Dora was very
religious, perhaps balancing out Charles’s
leaning toward atheism. Dora kept a kosher
household, and I believe they had their kosher
meat sent from Seattle or Portland when
they were living in Chehalis. One infamous
Goodman family tale was the story of “Luke”
Twins Helen and Celia with mother Dora
Goodman. My Uncle Louis came down with
tuberculosis, and was sent to a sanitarium in
Eastern Oregon to recover. When his condition
failed to improve, Dora went to what
many today would call a quack doctor. I
believe he was a religious healer. Upon his
advice, she re-named her son “Luke,” so God
couldn’t find him. Then, she took a chicken,
whirled it around her head and said a prayer.
She believed that is why he survived, because
God couldn’t find him. The chicken-whirling
Rebecca, Ophelia, Helen, Mort and Louis
portion of the story was derived from a mystical,
medieval ritual called Schlagen Kaporas,
performed by very orthodox Jewish wives on
the day before Yom Kippur. Dora had adopted
this practice. It was supposed to transmigrate
one’s sins to the helpless carcass, which was
then given to charity.
Over time Dora adapted her ways slightly
and eventually permitted my Uncle Louis and
Uncle Mort to attend medical school instead
of synagogue on Saturdays. She rationalized
this by telling them that they were learning
to do God’s work of healing the sick. Charles
was determined that his sons, Mort and Louis,
would become doctors. They were both very
original and extremely intelligent. They became
highly regarded and very successful in
the field of medicine.
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Mort, Louis, Rebecca, Ophelia and Helen
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Postcards from Sandpoint, Idaho

Marjorie, age four
“Sandpoint was a small town of only
about three thousand people at that
time, and for us kids it was like
one big playground.”
Growing Up in Sandpoint
I
came into this world April 30, 1922, born
in the Sandpoint Hospital in Sandpoint,
Idaho. Sandpoint was a small town of only
about three thousand people at that time, and
for us kids it was like one big playground. We
could walk everywhere and everyone knew
each other and looked out for us. The town
was situated right on the edge of beautiful
Lake Pend Oreille. We heard stories that the
lake was so deep that the bottom was never
found! The beach had wonderful recreational
facilities nearby where we played golf and tennis.
We were always exploring on our bikes,
crossing the long
bridge over the
lake. Some of our
friends had summer
homes across
the lake, and we
would go over
there and swim.
Our high school
was only a block
away, the grammar
school was three
Marjorie and Betty
blocks, and downtown was only four. Everything
was at your fingertips; it was a marvelous
place to grow up.
In a two-story house at 230 SW Fourth
Avenue, I lived with my parents; my older
sister Betty; my younger sister Shirley; and
our fourteen-year-old live-in maid, Anne. It
was on a corner lot surrounded by beautiful
fruit trees. We loved picking the fruit from the
cherry trees for canning and baking pies. The
house was distinctly different than the houses
we are used to today. First of all, in order to
Cousin Harriet Hoeflich (left) with
Foster sisters Marjorie, Betty and Shirley
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Foster family home in Sandpoint
get any heat upstairs you had to light the potbellied
stove. On winter mornings my father
would get up early and build a fire, and then
we would all huddle around the heat of the
stove and get dressed. We also had only one
bathroom upstairs with a tub. You can imagine
what a challenge it was having four women
and one man in that household! My sister
Betty and I shared a bed in the little bedroom.
Our sister Shirley had to live with Anne in the
other bedroom, though in the summertime
we all slept together on the sleeping porch,
and Shirley was thrilled about that. We slept
so close to the stars. In the kitchen we had
a wood-cooking stove — you had to start a
fire every time you
wanted to cook or
bake something. The
iceman delivered ice to
the icebox on our back
porch, yet for a good
portion of the year
winter weather kept
things cold.
Snow blanketed the
ground from November
until May, transforming
everything
with its quiet beauty.
We couldn’t wait to
go out and play in the
mountains of snow
piled up by the plows down the middle of
Main Street. They were so tall that you could
not see over the top of them as a child. They
became our “fortresses.” We would slide down
the steep slopes with our sleds. We loved going
ice-skating on the lake when it froze over.
Ice fishing was also popular.
My parents were extremely hard workers
and always provided very well for us. My
father opened his store, J.A. Foster & Co., after
World War I. It sold complete lines of men’s
and boy’s clothing and furnishings, and shoes
for the entire family. When I was a child, he
opened the women’s portion of the store. My
mom worked there since the day it opened, so
Anne cooked and cared for the house. One
of my favorite memories of the store was the
day my dad brought home our dog. A haggard
looking man came into the store with
a dog at his heels. My father inquired about
the dog, and the man said, “Oh, would you
like to have him?” My father purchased the
dog for $5. Later he found out the dog just
followed the man into the store; he didn’t actually
own it. We named that dog Gypsy, and
she lived with us for seventeen years.
My father ran a good business and I think
we were financially better off than most,
Betty and Marjorie
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Marjorie, Ophelia, Shirley and Betty
Betty and Marjorie
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Foster sisters (left)
Marjorie (right)

Oregon — Reconnecting Roots
“I missed my boyfriend Dick and my
friends in Sandpoint terribly. But, we
adapted quickly. My sisters and I
became known as the Foster girls, and
the boys would come over to call on us.”
Foster family’s rental house in
Portland’s Eastmoreland neighborhood
Our first Portland home, when we
arrived in 1938, was a big historic
house, a rental, right across from
Reed College. My mother, my two sisters
and I, and my uncle Dr. Mort Goodman, all
moved in together. My mother’s sister Helen
had passed away, so her children, Harriet
and Alan Hoeflich, lived with us as well. A
few months later, Uncle Mort married Edith
Schnitzer and she moved in, too. I couldn’t
believe that as newlyweds they would want to
live with all of us teenagers! But I really enjoyed
that bustling household. My sister Betty
and I enrolled in Lincoln High School, across
town. Betty was a senior when we arrived, and
I was a junior.
Shirley in Eastmoreland home
Lincoln was not the neighborhood school,
but I believe we went there because it had
more Jewish students. Uncle Mort would
drop us off at school everyday on his way
to his office in Northwest Portland. It was a
difficult transition for me at first. I missed my
boyfriend, Dick, and my friends in Sandpoint
terribly. But, we adapted quickly. My sisters
and I became known as the Foster girls, and
Marjorie at Lincoln High School
the boys would come over to call on us. It
was easy to make new friends. There were a
lot of Jewish girls’ groups in Portland at that
time, including Kmaia, Sub Debs and the
B’nai Brith girls. They were like little sororities
— you had to be invited to tea and then
you could join. It was popular to spend time
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Marjorie with friends at Seaside
Marjorie (left) with friends at Seaside on the Oregon Coast
“It was crazy; you were going along,
enjoying your life as you always did.
Then, all of a sudden, the whole world
changed. Of course at the time we didn’t
realize how much it had changed. We had
no way of anticipating how much hardship
would ensue in the years to come.”
that we’d have breakfast at this spot on Green
Lake the next morning. That was the morning
of December 7th. I met him there and
then the news broke. It was crazy; you were
going along, enjoying your life as you always
did. Then, all of a sudden, the whole world
changed. Of course, at the time we didn’t
realize how much it had changed. We had no
way of anticipating how much hardship would
ensue in the years to come.
I met Jack the following summer, in 1942.
I came back from the University of Washington
to spend the summer in Portland with
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my family. Jack had just graduated from the
University of Oregon. I had heard about him
when I was on a date with another guy for
“Junior Weekend” at the University of Oregon.
That same weekend, Jack was inducted into
the Friars, a prestigious group for the highestachieving
students. It was a highly recognized
event down there, so I knew of him but had
not met him yet.
That same summer, I was working at
Lipman-Wolfe in the men’s department. Jack
came in to buy a bathing suit. He picked
everything out himself, but I waited on him.
I can’t remember if I sold him the suit or
not. He seemed to know me, but I didn’t
really know how. I remembered him from
that weekend at the University of Oregon. In
addition to working during the days, I was
taking a business class at Lincoln High School
in the evening. On the way home after class
one night, I stopped at the J.C.C. People were
always hanging out there, and I ran into Jack
again. We starting talking, and he asked me
for my phone number. He didn’t write it
down, so I figured he wasn’t going to call. Sure
enough, he called.

Majorie during summer vacation from the
University of Washington
Jack at the University of Oregon
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Jack and Marjorie’s letters and memorabilia from the war years

Newlyweds During the War Years
Newlyweds Jack and Marjorie on a trip with family in Long Beach, California
We arrived in San Francisco, flush
with the excitement of our recent
marriage, to discover that Jack was
going to be shipped out to the South Pacific
with the Navy for two years. Heavy with
disappointment, Jack told the officer at the
Coast Guard headquarters about our recent
marriage and urged the officer to consider
an alternative option. To our amazement, the
officer turned out to be a compassionate man
because he said “Okay, we’ll change your assignment.”
At that moment in our country’s
history, you had to do what you were told.
The fact that this man showed him some
kindness was a real miracle. Our marriage
may have saved Jack’s life, because so many
died in the South Pacific.
As it turned out, we
were able to spend several
months together in San
Francisco. Jack was assigned
to duty on a Coast
Guard ship that traveled
up and down the coast of
San Francisco, protecting
the bay. He would be
out on the boat for three
weeks at a time. Luckily,
I was able to obtain a job
at the Bank of America
transcribing communications from Italian
bankers. I used a Dictaphone to play back
their recorded voices in order to transcribe
their words. Their accents were difficult to
understand, but I enjoyed the job. It kept me
occupied during those long days in an unfamiliar
city. During that time we were staying
in a hotel room, which was rather lonely while
Jack was on the ship. Fortunately, I had a few
friends from Portland who were living in
San Francisco, so I spent a lot of time at their
apartment on the Marina. It looked out over
the Bay, and from that vantage point I could
see when Jack’s ship was returning to the port.
At the end of our time in San Francisco,
Jack received news that he had to go to Washington,
D.C., in preparation for his upcoming
assignment abroad with the Navy. In D.C. he
would be trained to become a high-ranking
officer on the ship. We boarded a train and
headed east. We spent three sweltering
months in D.C., renting the upstairs of an
Jack and Marjorie visiting with family in California
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Our Letters, Stories from the War Years
This collection of letters spans the period while we were separated due to the war,
beginning April 15, 1944. Jack returned home in the summer of 1945,
shortly before the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima.
Jack spent a lot of time reflecting on love and
our relationship while we were apart. “Booge,”
our nickname for each other, comes up
throughout our correspondence. These
excerpts are highlights from some of his letters.
... You told me about your Mother’s Day dinner at the Mallory Hotel ... and how you went
to revisit the room where we spent our first night. As I sit here thinking about the same thing,
I can feel my heart just skip and jump — and I get the warmest feeling. That night of March
25th was the first time I realized that I had stepped out of an ordinary existence into one full
of warmth and happiness. It was like coming in out of a storm and into a warm room with a
peaceful fireplace — so distinctive was the change I felt. Yes Booge, someday we will go back to
that same room.
... You know Booge I always seem to think of our married life in four distinct phases, which are
classified by the locality in which we lived. Seems to me that in each period we lived in new
and distinct worlds. Each phase seemed better than the last one too because the longer I knew
my Booge the more I discovered, I loved her.
... Does this day, April 15th, 1945, mean anything to you? Today marks one year that I’ve been
away from you. Remember that miserable Saturday when we said goodbye in the little car. I
guess I can stand almost anything now because I never thought I could bear being away from
you for such a long time. I guess we are both a bit stronger now — if only from the heartbreak
and loneliness we’ve both suffered.
Jack during his Navy service
“I would like you to save all of
these letters by clasping them together
in a manila folder or something in
that order. We are not allowed to keep
a diary and I think these letters could
serve the same purpose. It ought to be
fun reading them over about ten years
from now — it will make us realize
then how lucky we are to be together.
Your loving husband, Jack”
May 17, 1944
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We spent a lot of time writing about memories and dreams while we were apart. That kind
of time travel provided some relief from the agony of missing each other that we endured.
These excerpts from Jack’s letters show how we struggled to bring ourselves closer together
in spite of the distance.
... One of the songs in the movie “Miss You” certainly expressed the way I feel, especially when
I see and hear things that remind me of all the things we’ve done in the
short time that we have been married. Yes Booge, married life is wonderful
and better with a wife like you. I agree with you — “you don’t
know how lucky you are.”
Marjorie
... Gosh, how all of the small incidences that sometimes didn’t take up
more than a few minutes of time return to me to give me a lifetime of
pleasure reliving them. I remember in Long Beach how I would have to
coax you to get wet. You were afraid your silk bandana wouldn’t do as
a bathing cap and that you would get your hair wet — then we would
hold hands and gradually duck lower and lower into the waves, but
you always held your face up high, and you’d make the cutest noises
and expressions when the cold water would finally run up against your
shoulders. You’d say,“Now Booge, that’s far enough” and I would hold
you with me until a larger breaker came so that I could lift your head
and shoulders above it and then bring you down with your eyes and
mouth wide open from the thrill. I guess you can tell Booge — from the
way I write — that I am nuts about you and how happy you’ve made
me. Some days I think about it so much, I just have to put it in my letters,
and all you get is a lot of writing about it like this.
Jack aboard the Navy ship
in the Aleutian Islands
... I believe that on Sundays you are with me more than any other day
of the week, and I suppose it is because I usually have more time to think, and because Sunday
was a day we always spent together from morning until night.... I’ve never had any happier
days than those in which we were together. Please buy yourself a gardenia and wear it for me
— just as though I had given it to you.
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time, Jack got a
job working with
Tom McCall on the
radio station selling
advertisements.
He began working
extremely hard to
provide for us and
establish a foundation
for our future.
I remember the
night I went into
Shirley holding baby Jeff
labor, we were in
the duplex playing bridge and I said, “I think
I better go to the hospital.” Jeff was born on
March 1, 1946, initiating us into parenthood.
Not long after Jeff was born, Harriet’s
husband came home from the war and my
mother decided we needed more space. She
bought a three-plex off of Belmont and Southeast
Twenty-fifth. It had three units, and she
said we could have one. Ours was a two-bedroom;
she lived in one and rented the other.
Two years after Jeff ’s arrival, Barbara was
born, February 23, 1948. We were fortunate
because Mother was right next door, so Jeff
could go over to her place if Barb was crying.
Our second son, Dan, was born December
22, 1953. Then Julie, the baby of the family,
was born May 2, 1961. Jeff was fifteen years
old at the time. I can remember their reactions
— especially the teenagers. Their mother
was pregnant again, having another child? It
was just not heard of in those days. Of course,
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Marjorie and Jeff
“During that period, the roles of men
and women were very distinct. The men
worked to support the family and were
not as involved with the day-to-day
tasks of child rearing and running a
household. Very few women went to
work to earn money for the family,
but we had all of the household
responsibility to attend to.”
Jeff and Jack
everyone doted on Julie when she was born.
Barb was very active in helping me take care
of her. Often she mentions to me that she feels
like she raised Julie.
It was my main responsibility to take
care of our children. In addition, it was my
job to make sure that everything was going
smoothly in our household. Jack had a very
high standard, which was often a challenge
to meet when raising four children. During
that period, the roles of men and women were
very distinct. The men worked to support
the family and were not as involved with the

Jeff and Barb
Jeff and Barb
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Marjorie leading a Planned Parenthood workshop at Beaumont High School (center)
Marjorie receiving the Silver Award from Elder’s In Action (right)

My first connection with Planned
Parenthood was through Jean
Rustin, a friend in the Council of
Jewish Women, who invited me to observe
her teach one of her sex education classes at
the Planned Parenthood Center on Northeast
Broadway. The center was near a pawnshop,
in a small building with two little rooms
downstairs and offices upstairs. I decided to
take Jean up on her offer, and I was hooked.
That was back in 1968, and marked my initiation
into working with Planned Parenthood.
My interest in Planned Parenthood began
with my own experience of not being able
to control the timing of my pregnancies. My
four children were born over a span of fifteen
years. I love my children, and it worked out
for our family, but the experience made me
realize how important it is for women to have
control over when and if they have children.
A lot has changed over the last forty years.
The only available methods for birth control
at the time when we were starting our family
were the “rhythm method,” which wasn’t
very reliable, diaphragms and condoms. Pills
came in 1964, three years after Julie was born.
Of course, abortions weren’t legal until 1973.
Unfortunately, in those days, there was no
Planned Parenthood
Forty Years of Volunteerism
information available in the schools about
sex, birth control or diseases. As a woman,
once you were married, you would go to your
gynecologist. They were mostly men, although
I had one female gynecologist who delivered
two of the children. If you asked for birth
control, they gave you a diaphragm. They
would fit it, show you how to use it, and that
was all. Diaphragms didn’t work very well if
they were in your dresser drawer! You had to
plan ahead. Many thought that decreased the
spontaneity of your sex life. Through Planned
Parenthood, we emphasize thinking ahead.
When I was younger, nobody showed us
the specific way that condoms needed to be
used in order to be effective. Condoms were
available for sale behind the counter at the
drug store. You had to go up and ask for them.
In those days, women definitely didn’t feel
comfortable asking; they did not take responsibility
for those types of things. People’s attitudes
at that time were also very important.
Married men did not want to use condoms.
When the birth control pill came along, it
made a big difference, because women had
more control over their choices. Unfortunately,
when the pill first became available it
was really strong. I can remember trying it,
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Jack with members of the
Portland Development
Commission viewing the
model for the Marquam
Plaza Building, 1964

J
ack always had an entrepreneurial spirit
and a keen business intuition. He could
anticipate market trends and make sound
investments, just ahead of the curve. His first
business, Oregon Pacific Lumber Company,
which he started in 1950, became quite successful
within a few years. He created a stateof-the-art
organization, implementing the industry’s
latest methods. Jack set up his lumber
business to have specialized knowledge of the
major production facilities and different types
of lumber available in the Pacific Northwest.
His company was well-informed about the
interests of the principal market areas of the
United States and focused its marketing strategies
accordingly. Jack was distinctly different
than other operators who would jump into a
market when times were good and bail when
the market slowed down. He would adapt to
the changing times with innovation. As he
built his business, he surrounded himself with
smart people and had very high standards for
his employees.
An Entrepreneur’s Legacy
“Jack always had an entrepreneurial
spirit and a keen business intuition.
He could anticipate market trends
and make sound investments,
just ahead of the curve.”
Jack working in the Oregon Pacific Lumber Company office
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Passing the Torch
My dad’s work in real estate development had a significant impact in shaping my career
aspirations as a young woman. When Eric and I moved to San Francisco in 1984, I was still
unclear of my career path, but I wanted to pursue my interest in real estate. I had an opportunity
to work at a company called Eastdil as an intern. Originally, it was going to only
be a three-month position, but it
turned into a full time job, which I
ended up staying at for two years. I
gained good experience, helping to
acquire and manage real estate for
institutional clients. It was during
that time that I realized how much
I needed to learn about business
and real estate in order to take
my career to the next level, so I
decided to go to graduate school. I
attended University of California at
Berkeley, and earned a master’s in
business, specializing in real estate
and finance.
Upon graduating, I worked for
Co-President Julie Leuvrey
a pension fund advisor that bought
real estate for pension funds. This
job turned out to be an excellent learning experience, because I was able to travel throughout
the country and work with a lot of different types of real estate, in a variety of markets.
In 1991, my dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. I was just starting to build my career in
California, so I thought I should stick with it and see how things progressed with his illness.
Yet, by late 1992, I began thinking that I should come home and be closer to my family during
this difficult time. There was no transition plan in place for Oregon Pacific Investment and Development
Company. It wasn’t clear how my dad was going to pass the torch, because he didn’t
perceive himself to be in position where he needed to hand off his leadership in the company.
Co-President Randy Lovre
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Jack

The Saltzman Family,
Contributing to Our Community Legacy
Every year we sit down together as a family
and make donations to a number of charitable
causes. Over the years we have refined our focus,
because everyone has specific things they
want to see on the contribution list that are
of personal importance to them. One of our
primary focuses is on helping women, children
and families in need, through combating
domestic violence, helping foster children and
giving to the food bank. In 2002, we set up the
Marjorie Saltzman Educational Endowment
Fund for Planned Parenthood. Recently we
made a substantial contribution toward the
construction of Planned Parenthood’s new
Regional Service Center, which is expected to
open in 2010. I am honored that the education
wing of the new building will be called
the Marjorie Saltzman Education Center. This
Regional Service Center will expand health
care access for low-income Oregon residents
by serving 50 percent more patients throughout
the state.
We also contribute to disease treatment
and prevention research through the Alzheimer’s
Association and the Oregon Health
Sciences University (OHSU) Cancer Institute.
In addition, we give to environmental causes
“It means a lot to me that Jack and I
have been able to pass on to our
children the value of giving back to the
community....Through volunteerism
and civic involvement, I feel we can
continue to make significant and
meaningful contributions to
our community.”
and Jewish philanthropic causes. Of course we
always support the Oregon Humane Society,
in honor of our family’s love for animals.
Everyone in our family is committed to
becoming involved with causes that they
feel passionate about. We have volunteered
throughout the years for political campaigns,
organized fundraising events, served on
boards of nonprofits and done grassroots
volunteer work. During the 2008 presidential
campaign, our company distributed voter
registration cards to all of our apartments, and
offered to pay the postage and mail in the tenants’
registration cards. Our family business
reached a lot of people that way.
It means a lot to me that Jack and I have
Marjorie
been able to pass on to our children the value
of giving back to the community. In turn, they
have passed on to their children an understanding
of the importance of helping others.
Through volunteerism and civic involvement,
I feel we can continue to make significant and
meaningful contributions to our community.
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Moshe Saltzman
b. abt 1830
bp. Petrikov, Russia
d. abt 1911
dp. Petrikov, Russia
Ephraim Saltzman
b. abt 1863
bp. Petrikov, Russia
d. Jan 28, 1932
dp. Chicago, IL
Joel Golubitsky
Esther Golubitsky
b. 1861
bp. Mozyr, Belarus
d. Aug 11, 1931
dp. Chicago, IL
Rubin Mitnik Miller
m. Jan 1899
Our Family Tree
Harry Braufman
Pearl
Esther Rachel Braufman
b. Aug 14, 1877
bp. Russia
d. Sep 4, 1962
dp. Portland, OR
Samuel Foster
bp. Austria
Rebecca Shiers
Other surnames:
Wasserman &
Bershohm
b. Oct 4, 1845
bp. Austria
d. Feb 1, 1918
dp. Spokane, WA
Mr. Goodman
Charles William Goodman
b. May 1858
bp. Sassmachen,
Courland, Latvia
d. Nov 15, 1933
dp. Portland, OR
m. abt 1896
mp. Seattle, WA
Mr Hurwitz
Hannah
Dora Hurwitz
b. Mar 13, 1873
bp. Kovno, Russia
d. Mar 17, 1935
dp. Portland, OR
Samuel Saltzman
b. Jan 19, 1888
bp. Petrikov, Russia
d. May 23, 1972
dp. Portland, OR
m. Mar 16, 1919
mp. Portland, OR
Anna Miller
b. Sep 15, 1900
bp. Orel, Ukraine
d. Nov 29, 1987
dp. Portland, OR
Jacob Akiva Foster
b. Dec 22, 1885
bp. Austria
d. Feb 28, 1945
dp. Portland, OR
m. Aug 20, 1920
Ophelia Grace Goodman
b. Jun 18, 1900
bp. Chehelis, WA
d. Oct. 27, 1989
dp. Portland, OR
Jack J. Saltzman
b. Feb 14, 1920
bp. Portland, OR
d. May 30, 2004
dp. Portland, OR
m. Mar 25, 1943
mp. Portland, OR
Marjorie Cecille Foster
b. Apr 30, 1922
bp. Sandpoint, ID
Jeffrey Foster Saltzman
b. Mar 1, 1946
bp. Portland, OR
Barbara Jo Saltzman
b. Feb 23, 1948
bp. Portland, OR
& Randy W. Lovre
b. Nov 25, 1946
m. Jun 21, 1975
mp. Portland, OR
Daniel Roger Saltzman
b. Dec 22, 1953
bp. Portland, OR
& Tracy Vorster
m. Aug 28, 1988
mp. Hood River, OR
Julie Ann Saltzman
b. May 2, 1961
bp. Portland, OR
& Eric Jacques Adrien Leuvrey
b. Jun 7, 1959
bp. Algiers, France
m. Aug 19, 1989
mp. St. Helena, CA
Alex Norma Lovre
b. Dec 25, 1989
bp. Minneapolis, MN
Adrianne Foster Saltzman
b. Dec 30, 1989
bp. Portland, OR
Nicolas Adrien Leuvrey
b. Dec 16, 1994
bp. Portland, OR
Allisa J. Olivia Leuvrey
b. Dec 5, 1997
bp. Portland, OR
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As this chapter comes to a close, the next one begins, carrying
with it the wisdom and insights of all that has come before.
I hope that this collection of our family stories inspires future
generations to continue writing our story, adding their voices,
memories and dreams to our family legacy.
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