The landlord who actually lives in and serves as the super of his own building seems like a rarity these days.
One of Kowalczyk's longtime tenant's wrote the following In Memoriam...
I am writing today to let you know about the passing of an era. The passing of a native East Village landlord. The kind they don’t make anymore. His name was Andrew Kowalczyk and he owned the walk-up with the blue fire escape on East 7th Street where I have lived for two decades.
You have probably seen the stoop in the documentary about 7th Street, "The Godfather II" or about a zillion Law and Orders. It was Andrew’s stoop and everyone on the block sat on it, because he never minded.
Andrew passed away [last] week in his apartment in his building on East 7th Street that has been a safe port in the storm for so many of us over the years. Andrew hung out at Doc Holliday's and probably a couple of other local places I don’t know about.
Andrew wasn’t a rich guy. He could have hiked the rents every time an apartment changed hands but he didn’t. He rented to us when no one else would because we were bartenders. We made all cash and ... had no credit rating. A friend recommended us and that was good enough for him. “I just want local people we know,” he would say whenever an apartment came up and we would get another friend in there.
He worked brutal hours translating updates into Ukrainian and Russian at the UN in times of crisis, and there was always a crisis somewhere in the world. The job was hard on him, he used to tell me on the stoop late at night after I got out of work. “So much suffering,” he told me once.
Here are a couple examples of Andrew's big heart and sense of decency:
• When we first moved in, there was an elderly woman who would leave her meals-on-wheels in front of her door because she thought they were trying to poison her. Andrew explained to us that he had promised her son, who had died of AIDS, that he would never kick the mother out. He then arranged for Social Services to clean her place and get her a home-care worker. She’s still there, by the way, and still has her home-care workers.
• After some local break-ins, he showed up with the locksmiths to install window gates on the top-floor apartments. We were young and stupid and didn’t want them to block our great views, but he insisted he wanted us (we were all young women on the top floor) to be safe. They were the expensive, nice-looking kind — and he paid for everything.
• In 2000 ... when I finally found another bar job, I was way behind on my rent. “Just pay me until you catch up,” he said. I slipped envelopes of cash under his door with a handwritten tally of the balance until the strike ended and I finally caught up. No receipts, just a trust system.
I remember one late night, as I got home from work, Andrew was on the stoop and was visibly upset. A friend of his, Allan Dell, the owner of Hogs & Heifers, had just died suddenly. Andrew told me there wouldn’t be another man like him and that we lost a great guy. Right back atcha Andrew.
RIP Andrew Kowalczyk.
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This morning, his family will greet friends at Duchynski-Cherko Funeral Home in Yonkers from 9:30-10:30 followed by Divine Liturgy at St. Michael's Ukrainian Catholic Church at 11 a.m. Interment will then follow at Mt. Hope Cemetery.
As the resident said, "if you want to leave a candle or note on the stoop, I think his family would get them and Andrew would have liked that."
Unfortunately, none of us could track done a photo of Andrew. Please let us know if you have one that you will share...
