- 83 years old
- Date of birth: Nov 20, 1930
- Place of birth:
Greater London, Edmunton, Middlesex, United Kingdom
- Date of passing: Jul 23, 2014
- Place of passing:
Surrey, Dunsfold, United Kingdom
|Historian, David Kynaston, in his City of London Vol IV, writes about how Stanley built up Kidder Peabody Securities from scratch, 'with much relish and self-publicising, but undisputable integrity'|
And for sure, Stanley's integrity shone through. He was a man with a conscience and bundles of courage, someone able to stand in his own truth, and bear the pain of disappointment. In my experience, that is rare. I created this memorial website in Stanley's honour, because not only was he a great friend, who I will carry in my heart always, but he transformed the City. His signature parting-shot after we had lunch was always "See you when I look at you". And those were his last face-to-face words after our lunch in June, as we parted company on Piccadilly. Yvonne, the lovely proprieter of the Sun Inn, in the picturesque village of Dunsfold, who I met the day of Stanley's memorial service, said Stanley gave the best hugs ever. He did; he loved hugs and smiling, and could always find something to laugh about. I recall a lunch aboard Highland Beauty, when it was moored at Birdham, and Stanley sitting on deck with a glass of champagne, the sun shining, and him beaming me a smile and saying, "Life ain't so bad, Ducks, is it?" He said similar many times, and could savour a moment whatever challenges he faced, which in recent years included a number of health problems. A few extracts from a speech he gave to South West Shingles Yacht Club in March this year:
" ... I was in the sitting room watching the end of an old edition of my favourite sitcom ‘Cheers’ and as my son [Adam] went by at a rate of knots, I called out ‘Give me a hand up.’ ‘Be back in a tic’, he yelled and ‘DO NOT MOVE’. Now of course, I will not be told what to do by my son, in my own house. Moreover, my wife, needed her medications, and there are all manner of things to be done, meals to be prepared, pills sorted, must get on, etc. etc. can’t sit here all day, so I got up without help and promptly went straight down, this time right over the ottoman to my favourite Eames chair...
... I was ordered not to move, for three whole days. The first day was OK, cos there is something quite soothing about not moving. The second day was a bit more difficult. But happily, I noted an Asian girl attending to the man on the bed opposite. She turned at one point, and seeing me looking at her, she suddenly smiled a great, big, absolutely amazing, glorious smile. I felt, literally, warmed by it. It was extraordinary. It was as if the sun had just swept right across me...
... Just prior to being allowed home, I took the opportunity to speak to the head of the medical team and told him that I had never been a fan of our health service, but that I was, now, a true convert...
... it beats the hell out of being hospitalised in New York. I was taken ill in the Hotel Pierre one night and I remember well that bumbling Doctor who after taking my Blood Pressure on arrival, injected me with something or other and then after about 20 minutes took my blood pressure again and whispered in a shocked voice “It’s fallen 40 points” to which I, always seeking humour, whispered “Just like the Dow Jones… Next thing I knew I was in an ambulance speeding...
... Coming to the next morning, I found myself in a private room. I was glad to note that I was, given all the excitement of the previous night, still in the land of the living. It was a nice big room (I guess the Pierre does have clout) and I felt well and quite relaxed. What did they give me I wondered? Then a voice at my side said “Ah, you are awake” and I then saw, sitting nearby, an attractive, young, smartly dressed woman with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. She looked at me and asked quite simply “How are you going to pay?” Not, “How are you? Are you feeling better?” ... I shall never forget that. I replied tersely, “Ring Bill Loverd of Kidder Peabody” and turned away from her in high dudgeon. I was furious. Then I thought of my blood pressure and consciously relaxed, like you must when you get older; just - let - it - go. What else is there? I guess I shan’t speak here again till the 35th anniversary, when hopefully, I’ll be pushing ninety."
"Stanley was a true friend and ours was a friendship without edge, agenda or negative history; just free and easy and gentle exchanges. We knew each other through the City, yet it was only after I left Salomon that we became friends, although I remember clearly when he and Jackie lost their beloved son, Daniel, in 1979, to Leukaemia, at the tender age of eight. Stanley spoke of Daniel often, and the first time he recounted Daniel's tragic and sudden passing to me, over lunch at the Savoy, I sat and cried, as did he. Stanley wrote a 'possible' musing about Daniel which you can find on this site under "His Life". As a parent, the grief Stanley had to live with, and which Jackie still has to live with, doesn't bear thinking about. Yet more often than not he had a smile on his face and could always find reasons to laugh and be cheerful.
Ross and Partners provided transparency, levelled the playing field, and gave the underdog (those lowly forgotten investors!) a chance. And that sums up Stanley's character; he cared about openness and winning intelligently, and he was brave enough to stand in his own truth, and by his own words. You will find his famous 'Kidder' speech, which he delivered in 1977, on this site, under "Stories".
Driving home after the funeral on the A281 I passed countless eateries where Stanley and I had lunched: Black Horse Inn, the Crabtree, Mannings Heath Golf Club, South Lodge Hotel, Dun Horse, Cock Inn, etc, etc. We used to meet about four times a year, and in recent years usually at a place mid-way between Surrey and East Sussex. But our last lunch, in June, was in London, with Charlie McVeigh, at Browns Hotel, at their Hix Mayfair restaurant. Browns became a favourite of Stanley's following the arrival of Angelo Maresca, former manager at the Savoy Grill, in 2003. Stanley loved fine food and fine service, and he was a superb chef himself, hosting numerous dinner parties on board Highland Beauty when it was moored in St Katherine's Dock.
I'll see you when I look at you, Stanley ..."
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