Devoted to Career And His Firehouse 'Family'
November
11, 2001
Lt.
Steven J. Bates always saw the guys in the firehouse as his true
family.
Bates,
42, of Glendale had a rough childhood, said Joan Puwalski, his
companion of 10 years. His mother died when he was a child, and
his father wasn't around. Engine Co. 235 in Bedford-Stuyvesant
really gave him a "family feeling," she said, and he
looked forward to dinners with the guys and cooking them sauerbraten.
He
was devoted to his 18-year career, Puwalski said. After work,
he studied four hours a day for the captain's test. When he took
the lieutenant's test three years ago, he placed 20th out of all
the test takers. "He was really dedicated and diligent in
pursuing his career," Puwalski said.
At
one time Bates even pursued two careers by working and going to
nursing school full-time. "Steve hears something and thinks
it's a great idea and goes after it," she said. Eventually
his concentration shifted back to the firefighting career he loved.
He
was also a dedicated golfer and a focused athlete who competed
in triathlons and marathons. He had been a star pitcher for Grover
Cleveland High School in Flushing, and he had a love of sports
all through his life, Puwalski said. "He competed just for
the pleasure of competing," said Puwalski, who often got
up early to attend his events and cheer him on, and also sometimes
participated.
But
Bates wasn't on a typical athlete's diet. He loved to eat "anything
with butter on it," put butter on his hamburgers, Puwalski
said, and only went to butter-friendly delis.
"He
had a very big heart, and he loved animals," she said. Their
dogs Norton and Samantha were "his babies."
He
loved working with his firehouse family and looked forward to
retiring and moving from the Glendale house he grew up in and
shared with Puwalski to a summer house and a half-acre of land
in East Hampton. "That was his place to go for peace and
solitude," Puwalski said.
Bates
always made a little time for peace at work, too. "He would
say, 'Don't call the firehouse between 2 and 4 in the afternoon,
because that's my quiet time,'" Puwalski said. His love of
naps tempered his love of work.
On
the morning of Sept. 11 he borrowed $20 from Puwalski to buy rolls
and bagels for his brothers, as they all started a new day at
the firehouse.
--
Devi Athiappan (Newsday)
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