Ken Braiterman was always proud to have graduated from Oberlin, and treasured his memories of the close and longstanding friendships he made there. He enjoyed reminiscing among five in his close family who also are Oberlin grads: his sister, brother-in-law, niece and a nephew's wife. Ken was singularly the most courageous person I've ever known in my life. This obit is lovingly shared by his sister, Marta.
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Whitney Rimel
Ken was such a lovely person. Knowing Ken is one of my best Oberlin memories. I remember one holiday at his parents’ house in Baltimore. His whole family was so welcoming. I’m so sorry he is gone.
Noel Evans
Freshman year, 1965, Ken wanted to put on a play -- something hip. I think we did Pinter's The Birthday Party, or a similar new play. (Although I played the lead, I can't really remember which play it was, but it was in one of those Evergreen review editions. I remember Ken, his direction, the fun of it all -- sort of an underground theater thing. He was refreshing, sometimes mistaken as a nerd (nothing against nerds) but he was actually a very hip and cool guy -- in the parlance of the times. I was a freshman who had doubts about everything he did, but Ken and the play we put on helped me realize that Oberlin was exactly where I wanted to be.
David Gottlieb
Ken was a very good friend, in Oberlin and for several years after. He loved language, both written and in song. His other loves included his wonderful family, his native city of Baltimore, and baseball, particularly his beloved Orioles.
We hung out together a good deal during Senior year; in 1970-71, when I moved to DC, Ken was a big part of my life. I have a boat-load of memories, including my first encounter with Maryland hard shell crabs, in St. Michael's Md. on Chesapeake Bay, visits to Memorial Stadium, catching a Lacrosse game at Hopkins on a beautiful spring day, a number of all-nighters, one of which included a memorable 2am stroll by the Capital and Supreme Court buildings, my visits with his Baltimore friends, and some of his visits with the friends I had met in DC. After his family moved to New Hampshire, Ken invited me up there, and I got to experience some time in Henniker.
Passover at the Braiterman house was a special occasion, and I had the chance to be a guest two or three times. Ken had a wonderful family--his Prof. mom, his social justice warrior dad (I don't mean that ironically) and his wonderful siblings Marta and David. It was great to be included with them. I have a wonderful picture of Ken (playing guitar) with Steve Franse (also class of 69) playing bongos. Apparently, for Passover 1971, the three of us had decided to provide the musical interlude for part of the evening.
Ken and I kept up during my years at law school and time in New York, and we were able to talk, at least occasionally, after he moved to New Hampshire and I moved to Kansas. My daughter now lives a couple of miles from Ken's old neighborhood, so I have the occasion to remember him often and fondly.