Bob S. Tyranski

Robert Stephen Tyranski, 91, September 16, 1934- January 2, 2026 Son of Walter and Rose Tyranski, deceased. Brother to Andrew Tyranski, deceased. Uncle to Glenn/Gene/Gary Tyranski, living. Robert Tyranski went by Bob. Bob was a great son and cared for his mother her entire life. Bob grew up in the Greenpoint area of Brooklyn, NYC and attended Boy’s High where he excelled in German. The family first lived on Oakland Street (now McGuinness Blvd) and then Noble Street, right off Manhattan Avenue. His childhood days were filled with fun at McCarren Park, usually involving some sport along with his younger brother Andrew, who often teased him by cranking the wheel on the old Pulaski Bridge on Greenpoint Avenue and telling him that the drawbridge was going up, and many afternoons at the old Meserole Theatre on Manhattan Avenue with two films, a newsreel, and the Three Stooges for a dime admission. With the start of the Korean War, Bob enlisted in the United States Air Force. His basic training was at various bases in the US in NY, GA, and CA. He then went overseas. His overseas assignment, however, was not directly in the war theater, but in France. Bob always joked that France was never attacked by the North Koreans during his time in service while he kept democracy safe in Europe. He returned home to his beloved Brooklyn and Mother Rose. Bob had various jobs throughout his life, Sealtest Ice Cream on Borden Avenue in Long Island City, Miles Shoes, Star Silk Linens, and a time with his Uncle Stanley in a NYC real estate inspection business. Bob was a true NYer as he loved his season tickets to the Islanders during the early and then formative years up to the championship years. As his sister-in-law used to remark, “every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, I am cooking for your uncle, it’s like I have two husbands.” He was an avid sports fan, gaining knowledge of the teams with his Night Owl editions of the Daily News and NY Post, and keeping up with his two King’s Point nephews’ soccer games. Bob liked being around a table with his family. Bob loved his trips with his mom to Atlantic City, looking for that jackpot and enjoying the casinos while collecting hundreds of comps from the casinos to stock “the store” on the upper floor of the Brownstone in Greenpoint. At one point he had four George Foreman grills from Atlantic City and hundreds of the old casino jackpot coin cups. Many a fond memory of Bob playing goalie with a snow shovel in street hockey in Hicksville and waiting for the family to come to the brownstone on Noble Street and directing you where to park from the third story window before heading over to Christina’s Polish restaurant. He liked to laugh and enjoyed being able to make others laugh. He loved Bobby Vinton, Neil Diamond, and Jimmy Sturr and his polka bands and the Polish festivals at Bear Mountain and in Riverhead. His final years were at Sunrise Assisted Living, where with his big personality he became a Resident Ambassador lending his help to new arrivals, playing seven card stud poker, needling Anthony, the Sunrise Chef, having some laughs with his favorite Care Managers, and probably most famously, sunning himself outside on his Sunrise bench in all sorts of weather. As he often said, “I have a reputation to keep up.” Ninety-one was a good run for our Uncle Bob. He will be missed.

Bob S. Tyranski

September 16, 1934 - January 2, 2026