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Death of a lifelong friend

6/7/2021

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​My dearest friend for nearly sixty years, Leszek Leszczynski (usually just 'Les') died on 9th June 2021. The photo on the left was taken when he was just under 15. I, among others, was asked to write a short piece  to be read at his funeral at New Southgate Crematorium on 28 June and this is what I came up with.
         
  I was going to talk about Les’s kindness, generosity and fidelity as a friend but then I realised everyone knows that already, so I thought it might be more informative to go back to our early years.
  Although I’d seen him around, I first met Les properly when I was eleven and we were starting at Saint Aloysius College in Highgate. As Les and I both lived in Stoke Newington it was a long journey to school involving two buses. We were almost the only two at the school from Stoke Newington, apart from his brother Joe and my cousin John Harrington who coincidentally were also friends, though as they were in the sixth form they sat as far as possible from us on the bus.
  After a few weeks Les and I became quite chatty, and we discovered a mutual interest in the William stories, as in ‘Just William.’ We spent the bus journey telling each other about the ones we had read and this encouraged us to read more. Les brought to life William, his friends and the whole cast of eccentric adults. Our school was a harsh place in many ways, at least to me, and those journeys on the bus made it that much more bearable in that first year.
  We also soon discovered a love of History, both of London and our own area, and of course Les told me all about the History of Poland. This was less than twenty years after the war, so many of the events were still pretty recent. For the Poles especially, but also for many English people, the war was the major reference point. People spoke of Before the War, During the War, and After the War. Those of us who had missed out on the first two felt a little deprived, despite it being impressed on us how lucky we were.
  Sometimes at weekends or on bank holidays we would buy a Red Rover ticket to explore London and visit the sights and museums, followed by tea at his house or mine. In this way he became close to my family and I to his.  
 My family moved to Ipswich later on, but Les and I still saw each other fairly regularly and eventually I moved back to London to work. In all the time since Les has been there, a consistently faithful friend through both happy and sad times. As in those early school days, he helped make the unbearable bearable. As my own family became increasingly depleted he, Lykke and the girls were there, and the Christmases and other celebrations in more recent years have been a joy. 
  As for so many others, the last year and a half has involved enforced separation, made all the worse by his illness.  Yet eighteen months ago Les and I did manage to have one last outing in Central London, the sort we had when we were schoolboys: a trip to the Museum of London followed by an eat-in fish and chip shop near Brick Lane. I did not realise the significance, or that it might be the last time, but in retrospect I think he probably did.
  

Les was a keen photographer, a role he played at most gatherings and outings. The downside of this is that there are far fewer photographs of him than of everyone else. Above left is one I took of him with his mother, Henia (who died in  2020 aged 99), a few Christmas Eves ago. Les was fond of catching sneaky photographs, such as the one above right, taken in 2007 under the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. Left to right are me, his daughters Iza and Ewa, and wife Lykke. 

Both of Les's parents had found themselves prisoners of Stalin during the time of the Nazi-Soviet pact and were released in 1941 after Hitler attacked the Soviet Union and Stalin agreed with Churchill to let some of his Polish prisoners go (not that all of them made it out). Both his parents had lost their first spouse by the time they arrived in England just after World War II. 

Les's own website has been left up for the time being and contains a wealth of interesting photographs about his family, friends and much else. The name Londynski is a joke of sorts. Londyn is the Polish for London. 

http://leslondynski.weebly.com/
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Jean-Louis Bolomey
26/10/2021 01:48:01 pm

I have just seen your tribute to Les. You obviously understood Les. A friend has just sent me piece of music written for Les. It is a kujawiak, one of Leszek's preferred dances. I have put it on Leszek's home page.

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Paul Williams link
26/10/2021 09:30:22 pm

Thanks very much. I know that you were a great friend of Les too. In fact if he had not visited you in Switzerland he would not have met Lykke.

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