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Jennifer Lynn Brezenoff Hosza-Dzielak lit a candle
Saturday, June 27, 2015
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To a wonderful father, a terrific grandfather, and a real mensch. I'm watching the Met game without you, but I feel your strong spirit. Love you Dad.
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Jenny posted a condolence
Sunday, July 6, 2014
This is the poem shared by Les's sister, Eva, at the Memorial Gathering on Wednesday night, written by her husband Glen.
Perhaps he is a river
Born of a single drop of rain
Perhaps he is a river
Fed by tears of joy and tears of pain
And if he is a river
He saw the beauty by his side
If he is a river
He grew deep and clean and wide
If he is a river
He flowed straight and he flowed strong
If he is a river
He sang a cheerful river song
Perhaps he is a river
And now he's reached the sea
Perhaps he was a river
And now he is the sea
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Linda N posted a condolence
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
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I've know Les for about 50 years since Rochdale our kids grew up together. Les always had a joke going.
most were funny and some was out of left feild.(smile) He was a great guy always had a smile.
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Lisa Cappell posted a condolence
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I already miss you Mr. Breshnahoff so very much!!!! I loved you so much and always will!!!! There was never a time that I came by and you didn't have a beautiful bright smile for me. You always made me laugh with your little jokes and you were always so happy to see me. You had such a kind and caring way about you. I was so sorry to see you suffer at the end - such a wonderful man that you are, it hurt me so much to see you that way. I am glad you are at peace now. I know that your spirit is with all of us and it always will be. The memories I have of you will ALWAYS be with me and when I think of you I will ALWAYS feel just as I do when I think of my mom - happiness, love and peace. I Love You and Miss You Dearly!!!! Lisa
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Becky posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
My dad was a lot of things -
· a good sport - indulging his very little girl in her request to shave off his classic(?) moustache, and just smiling when I saw him and cried, "Put it back, Daddy!" And it took a little time, but he did. Later, we somehow got him to ride The Zipper with us at a festival. He stood in a long line on a hot day, his muscles strained to hold him in place as we hung upside down, he turned bright red, and afterward, well yes, there was vomit. He never got back on, but he got big Daddy points for that! And he never minded being the butt of a joke - as long as it was somewhat accurate, and reasonably funny.
· a music lover - singing (with his mother, sometimes) old Russian or Jewish folk songs, picking out tunes on instruments from all over the world, and calling me up to share a new (or, usually, not so new) pop song he'd just discovered.
· a supporter of the underdog. No, not just the Mets. Sometimes it surprised me to be reminded of how thoughtful he was about the plights of people who had little or nothing in common with him. He cared about fairness in all things, from game-playing to matters of social justice.
I could go on and on about Dad -- from his endearing quirks to his thoughtful kindness -- but of all the wonderful things my little boy will learn about his Bapa, the two that he seems on track to inherit are:
· the nutty poetry - pushing poetic license to a painful extreme and occasionally distorting all other elements of language for the sake of a funny rhyme (this dates back at least to Grandma Fay, and Liam's mom is working hard to ensure that this lineage continues), and
· a true knack for joketelling, which has thoroughly skipped my generation (my sister will not argue one bit). Despite the many eye rolls, I've always loved how Dad told jokes - both good and bad. All at once, his face managed to convey the joke, his pleasure in telling it, and his enjoyment when someone else lit up (or grinned and groaned) at the punch line. He loved making people laugh, he was good at it, and people appreciated him for it - even when he would walk up to complete strangers at a restaurant to share his newest tidbit, or irreverently tell, say, rabbi jokes to the kind hospice rabbi who visited with him. (Oy.) And watching Dad and his littlest grandson trade jokes and smiles at the kitchen table a few weeks ago was a moment I'll treasure forever.
So I'm sure my dad would want us all to laugh a little whenever we think of him, even when we're missing him. And, if at all possible, even during baseball season.
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Danny Fanselow posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
In 1986 I was attending chiropractic college on Long Island. Although ready and eager to go I was without a place to live. Having known the Brezenoffs almost my entire life it was an easy call to make to ask for some help with living arrangments. Without hesitiation Les welcomed me into his home to be his "honorary son" for as long as it took to find more permanent housing arrangements. His gentle demeanor and ever presence will not be forgotten. It was always so peaceful to return to his home after a tough day at school to share a moment, sit and watch a few minutes or hours of a sporting event or listen to one of his goofy jokes.
What did the fish say when it ran into the wall? Dam!
Thank you for your kindness, generosity and understanding. You will be greatly missed.
I love you Les.
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Mary Ruvolo posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
During my junior and senior year at ERHS, the Brezenoff residence was like a second home to me. I will always remember dad Brezenoff as a gentle, calm, and genuine soul. Rest in Peace. My thoughts and prayers are with the family. Mary
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Dan & Ellen Andrews posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Jenny and Paul. Our deepest sympathies on the passing of your father. Believe us we understand how you feel. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this difficult time.
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susan and philip likes posted a condolence
Monday, June 30, 2014
Jane was feeling squeemish one day and was about to heave. Lester was near by and grabing a towel came to the rescue. He threw the towel to Jane, turned on his heels and made a hasty retreat out the front door. The great sports fan had no stomach for such a messy affair.
I always was amazed that Les could watch two or more sports on television at the same time.
But, most of all I remember him as a good Dad and friend, very helpful, always able to give me directions when I was lost driving (very often). He also had very interesting information and stories to tell.
He will be sorely missed.
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Andrew Miller posted a condolence
Monday, June 30, 2014
Les always had a good (or bad) joke ready to go - whether over the phone, via email, or more often than not, when I'd be outside puttering around the house. He was quick to point out that for some reason I always seemed to wash the car/mow the lawn/do something strenuous on incredibly hot days. If it broke 100, he'd ask, "Shouldn't you be waxing the car or putting on a new roof right about now?"
Les would call me up if something around the house was loose or needed some of my amateur-level handiwork and was always so genuinely thankful for my efforts.
He was a faithful Mets fan, but not the kind that was actually ever duped into thinking they would win anything - he was much too smart for that.
The last time I was Les was about a week ago when I went over to say hi. Donna told me he was awake, so it would be a good time to drop in. We passively watched the last few innnings of the Mets game together (which is the best way to watch, anyway) and by some stroke of luck, the Mets actually won. I wasn't sure if he could see the score, so after the final out was recorded, I held up my fingers and said, "Mets one; Marlins zero." He smiled and nodded knowingly.
The Mets don't typically play many meaningful games in June, or any other month for that matter; but for what it's worth, I'll put that victory right there with Game 6 of the '86 World Series.
I miss you, Les.
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Jenny posted a condolence
Monday, June 30, 2014
My dad taught me many things. To value people based on their character, to always doublecheck your work (that was the printer in him), and to always root for the Mets, no matter how awful they are at the moment (a lesson which he got from HIS mother, who referred to them as Da Bums.) But one story tells a lot about hs personalty and his own character.
My dad was a couponer. After retirement, he would sit in his chair with his pocket knife, pull out the teeeeny tiny scissor attachment, and cut meticulously on the dotted lines. He would proudly call to tell me how much he saved on especially fruitful trips to all the grocery stores. Sometimes he would call during the week to ask me when I'd be home on the weekend. He'd always call right before he left so I could put up the coffee or the water for tea.
He'd walk in the door with a bag or two. "Your favorite soup was on sale, so I got you 20 cans." Then he'd sit down for a hot drink and tell a joke. I didn't always see it coming. He'd start, "I saw an old friend at the supermarket..." and before you knew it, it evolved into a "Bapa joke." One of the ones that make you smile while you're groaning and rolling your eyes. We'd chat, he'd finish his coffee, I'd offer him more, and he'd say no, I gotta get home in time for the game. I'd say it's early, and he'd say he wanted to stop at Mama Theresa's to get mom her favorite salad. Then he'd pull a perfectly manicured coupon for cat food out of his wallet. I'd grab a Mama Theresa's coupon from the holder on my fridge (like father like daughter.) He'd smile, hold it up in the air and say "Terrific!" and disappear down the driveway.
Dad was a loving, caring man, and showed it in a million little ways. We spoke almost every day, he'd tell a joke, and listen. He was a great listener. You could hear the caring in the listening.
He loved music, laughter, and his family. I will honor him by living the same way. And Dad, if you're reading this...please help the Mets...they could really use it!
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Gihan Fernando posted a condolence
Monday, June 30, 2014
As a close friend of Jennifer's, I've known the Brezenoff's for many years, and stayed with Mr. and Mrs. B, as we called them, many times. As Jim Halpenny notes above, I was also struck by how Mr. B would leave a short poem for the girls before he left for work in the morning, and they would frequently leave one for him in return. That was one way they communicated, even when they didn't see each other. It was obvious to me that Mr. B was a kind hearted and gentle man, and even clearer that his daughters meant the world to him. Those poems will continue to provide wit, wisdom and good memories to them for many years to come.
Gihan
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Lynn Thonnard posted a condolence
Monday, June 30, 2014
Our family sends our deepest sympathies and condolences at this difficult time. May you feel the love and support of dear friends and family over the next weeks and months. Love and light, Lynn, Stefan, Rachael, Anthony & Max Thonnard
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Natalie Marley posted a condolence
Sunday, June 29, 2014
I am deeply sorry to hear about the passing of my Uncle Les. He was a kind and gentle man who was proud of his family. I have many fond memories of family times that I hold dear in my heart. I will always remember holidays and picnics; long car rides on windy country roads, his love of sports, and his sense of humor. Though he was a reserved man at heart, he was always willing to have a good time. He could dance the Polynesian hula like no other! And pacing, pocket pencil pouches, and purple cars always come to mind. Above all, I will always remember how he treated other people with his genuine and appreciative nature.
I will deeply miss my Uncle Les and will cherish all the happy memories I have of him.
With love and respect,
Natalie
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Anonymous posted a condolence
Sunday, June 29, 2014
I had the pleasure to stay with the B's a couple times during college, as a tag-along for long weekends w/Jennifer Lynn. One of my favorite memories is the daily poem I learned Les would write for Jane & the girls, leaving a quick scrawl on the table in the morning or in lunchboxes for a little bit of love & humor & connection later in the day.
Learning of this relatively simple act, & that it was repeated daily, expanded my idea of what it could mean to be a partner / father / family member. You could be creative, loving, devoted, whimiscal, vulnerable, nutty, all at the same time -- and still honor the other more prosaic aspects of your roles as bread-winner, authority figure, etc.
After that, I understood & appreciated a little better how Jennifer became the beautiful, wonderful & wacky spirit I've had the pleasure to call my friend for (yikes!) 30 years.
Rest in peace, Mr B.
xoxo
Jim Halpenny
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Anonymous posted a condolence
Sunday, June 29, 2014
lester grew up in a leftist environment. his middle name, which i see for the first time, suggests he might have been named for karl marx. notwithstanding the leftist leanings of fay, his mother, my cousin, and of his father, he was also brought up by aunt bessie - a religious jew. and he found warmth in jewish culture for he continually fed me on the internet videos and news of jewish interest. he was not religious but it was plain to see that he was a proud jew.
miriam chaikin (cousin molly)
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