(Editor’s Note: Longtime Battery Park City resident Stan Braverman died on February 28. This remembrance is provided by his widow, Maryanne Braverman.)
Early Monday morning, Stan passed away. He is free of the body that disappointed him. May his spirit of caring friendship, devoted fatherhood, and supportive partnership remain with each of us who knew him.
Stan was born in Brooklyn and grew up in East Meadow, Nassau County. Spending his youth in Long Island’s car culture during the 1950s and 60s, Stan became a very knowledgeable devotee of all kinds of vehicles. Whenever we walked down the street together, if Stan’s eyes strayed away, I knew that he wasn’t looking at another woman — it was a car, something new or old, in some way unique, that had caught his attention.
We met in 1980, through mutual friends. When Stan brought me home to my Brooklyn apartment, he returned through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel onto West Street and noticed the construction in progress on the landfill that was becoming Battery Park City. I worked in FiDi and he suggested we live there, so I could walk to work. And so, we moved into Gateway Plaza on the first day that the building opened, and later bought a condo in Liberty Court, when it opened. Our wedding was held at Windows on the World! Stan was becoming a real Downtowner.
Over time Stan, became a member and then president of Liberty Court’s condominium board. He worked as a graphic designer and formed his own business. Having his office at home enabled Stan to be aware of the physical and human needs of the building. He formed strong bonds working with the staff.
One of his fellow members of Liberty Court’s condominium board said, “we all loved Stan and had so many great memories working together. The residents don’t know all the hard work and devotion Stan brought to the condo board. He was always such a good listener and able to find a middle ground to complete projects to everyone’s benefit.”
Stan did not suffer fools gladly. He was smart, had high standards and a dry sense of humor that could defuse a tense situation.
In 1990, we traveled to Egypt. At the end of the trip, Stan contracted a severe flu. It seems that his immune system’s strong response to this illness went overboard, and his nerves were impaired. Over 32 years, this nerve disease (which Stan called, “Pharaoh’s Curse“) progressed, further and further limiting Stan’s physical abilities.
We can’t say that he bore his limitations with complete equanimity, but his love for me and our son, Eric, never failed. We are both relieved that his suffering has ended and heartbroken that he is no longer present.
To honor and remember Stan, donations may be made to Concerned Home Managers for the Elderly (COHME). This agency, located on Lower Broadway, is a not-for-profit, which is rare in the world of private-pay home health agencies. Their aides supported me with the challenge of caring for Stan in our own home in Battery Park City. To learn more about COHME’s mission, or to donate, please browse:
www.cohme.org/donate