You probably all know that the world lost a good man on January 16. He couldn’t beat that last enemy, one that beats many of us, cancer.
czarowniczy came to the Conservative Treehouse many years ago, originally using the handle “Zauber”. You may have noticed that WeeWeed called him “Z” in her comments to czar, and that’s why. Zauber was czar’s much loved GSD, and he used Zauber’s picture as his Gravatar up to his last comment, on December 22.
From the first comment to the last, czar said something that we all wanted to read. Sometimes it was serious, important and informative. Other times it was funny, snarky or just plain clever. I will never forget his pun “wars” with Menagerie and others on Stella’s blog! His first comment here at Stella’s Place on December 1, 2015, was typical:
Helloooooo – is this the Hamtramck dinar, home of the bottomless cup of Kafir?
Think I’d mentioned many moons ago my grandmother’s apartment in Munich overlooked the Olympic Park where the incident occurred and my having two unissued sets of commemorative ’72 Munich beer glasses. I’m saving the’. glasses in case Jeopardy needs a prop – ‘I’ll take ‘Who Gives a S****’ for 30 pieces of silver, Alex’.
We’re talking 40-plus years here, many citizens of the People’s Democratic Republic of America can’t recall 911 never mind a long-gone incident in a place they can’t even find on a map. Anyway, it’s irrelevant because this was caused by people who are now old white Christian people that didn’t have PC gland educationally implanted – couldn’t happen now.
That comment was on a post I did about the 1972 Munich attack on the Israeli Olympic team. In the five years he was a member here at Stella’s Place, he made a total of 28, 218 comments. Here is one of his more poetic entries, on December 14, 2020:
I can remember the morning light in Utah after a snow storm. The storm cleared the air and while the rising sun indirectly lit the valley from behind the mountains, as it crested the peaks the golden light would illuminate everything from trees to buildings from the top down.
Same up the valleys, but there you’d get the uneven lighting due to sunlight sneaking in from other angles. Probably not that much of that left now as the California nest-dirtiers have changed the Valley forever.
Czar and I were the same age, and our “growing up” experiences were influenced by the same history. A big part of his was the Vietnam war, in which he and his father both served. He served in the military much of his life, beginning in the Air Force right out of high school. He spent some years before that in Germany as an Air Force brat:
I’d mentioned yesterday about my friend Norman in Germany. We’d spent a lot of time together getting into trouble and doing quite a few things we shouldn’t.
His family rotated stateside about 2 months before mine did and, even though his father was an Army colonel, Norm joined the Air Force. When he found out I was in basic training in Lackland he had his dad arrange for me to take the ‘off’ weekend we got and spend it at their house in San Antonio, his dad got stationed there. Norm was language tested, found to have a natural aptitude for Chinese, and was sent off to language school where he excelled at Mandarin.
2 years later we were both in Vietnam, I managed to wrangle a week off, went to see him and we spent a very interesting week off base in downtown Da Nang that was off limits at the time. He was working for someone who, though he was active duty AF, had him wearing civilian clothes and driving a white Jeep…
Menagerie said to me that she doesn’t think there has been anyone else on the Tree she’s learned more from than czar. Quote: “I’d rate him right up there with SD. I don’t know if he was ever in intelligence and analysis in all his careers, but boy, could he ever tell you why what they were doing in Russia, Japan, and the Sea of Okhotsk were related and really important to you. Also, he would read the tea leaves and predict what would be the next political moves in D.C. for months out, and he was never shy about reminding you when it came to pass.”
Czar contributed to his community. Czarina tells me that they volunteered at the 1984 New Orleans World’s Fair and the 1988 Republican Presidential Convention. Czar was a big part of the Vietnam Memorial in New Orleans – both in its creation and upkeep. Here is a photo of czar (on the right in the black shirt) cleaning the memorial in 1994:
His humor was appreciated by most of us –
Someone next door in the Thanksgiving recipe thread posted that they steam their turkey until it’s 3/4 done then put it in the oven to brown the skin. Someone then asked: “How do you steam a turkey?”. I chimed in with: “Tell him he has poor taste in chicks”…so far only one ‘like’, maybe the reference is too obscure.
Had a lot of things to do in town today so though the highlight was to be meeting Czarina for dinner. It was a nice dinner, good drinks (for an only recently ‘wet’ town with limited ‘by the drink’ permits) but great steaks.
Right in the middle of the dinner I get a text – I open it and…it’s a woman sending a break-up text to her married boyfriend who won’t leave his wife and kids for her. It was phrased in a combination of sidewalk profanity and light ebonics all held together with a heavy thread of anger woven with angst. We didn’t need desert, that made the meal.
I only wish I could have seen her face when I texted her back saying: ” I think you may have texted this to the wrong number”.
If you are wondering why he stuck around for so many years, here is czar’s reply to Sundance’s “Treehouse Thanksgiving Questionnaire” last November:
May I be right up there with the others saying ‘**** WordPressure’. When it comes the time that the Americans start winnowing the traitors from their midst I hope the progressive WordPressure ring-kissers are one of the first to feel the burn. They’re an embarrassment to the Constitution and are burning bridges.
How did you find yourself a member of the CTH community?….I came, I saw, CTH conquered. It’s that simple, it is an open and vibrant platform for free thought.
What was it that brought you here?… It was Google, back in the days before Google became the Left’s house be-atch. I was Googling something, can’t remember what, perhaps plans for a tree house with a conservative design, and poof, CTH jes done showed up. I touched the flypaper and I done been here for around 12 years, not zackly sure.
And why did you stick around with this group through whatever endeavors you found of value? That’s easy, the rare treat of a ‘like’ from Sundance as he works those switches and levers from behind the curtains.
I can’t say too many times how happy I am that czar “stuck around” at the Treehouse and here at Stella’s Place. Czar was intelligent, funny, well-read and knew a lot about a lot. He was an avid gardener and an adventurous cook.
He loved nature, animals,
Lil bird reminded me that years ago one of Czarina’s charges found a baby bird on the ground and brought it into her office. Long-short, she ended up taking it home. We had no idea of what it was and less of an idea how to care for it so we went to the internet and lo, it grew and prospered. Turned out it was a starling and we were its flock – we named it Mr Bord.
We used a large dog crate as its cage when we were gone but it was out and with us when we were home. Where we went in the house, it went. When we were on the couch it was right there with us, hopping from shoulder to shoulder, peking at what we were eating or drinking. If it liked what we were drinking, especially carbonated, Mr Bird would do a little hoppy dance.
He’d fly thru the house and play with the cats – they never bothered him – and was particularly in to playing with the dog. The two times he actually got out he’d fly up about 40 or 50 feet in a big circle then come right back to us. We were his flock.
Starlings are mimics, and they can imitate others’ sounds, most likely as a social issue. He had something of a scratchy call but also mimicked the squeaky gate, the car chirp, my cell ring and Czarina’s dry cough. He’d use it to let us know where he was and that he was ‘with’ us. His flock was us, the dogs and the cat and he was happy.
Those pine seedlings we planted (she failed to mention they were stored in our kitchen fridge while we were planting them) are quite happy, we have some now about 30 feet tall, good care = good growth. They’re a hybrid developed by crossing the largest and fastest growing pines the breeders could find so it took a while to develop this commercial strain but it grows well and is fertile.
New grape vines are going in today if the ground’s dry enough, ditto a few pots of Louisiana iris in the slough. Russian pomegranates went in about 2 weeks ago, Russian kiwis to go in as soon as we can get some limb trimming and ground prep done – sure proof of Russian influence in our farming.
his children, his grandchildren and his great grandchildren. Most of all, he loved his wife of 40 years, czarina.
And then there is you, my Christmas gift that’s lasted 40 years.
Ah well, just in case I forget…
We ‘met’ through a mutual friend. She was dating someone else at the time and I was going through a particularly irritating divorce.
Our friend found out that a newly built support facility for a nuclear fuel reprocessing facility was tossing out all of its leftovers so he thought it would be a good idea to go over and see what was salvageable. He invited us separately and we all showed up.
It was just a group of about 4 or 5 people going through yard of construction debris until she and I ended up loading cinder blocks into a car’s trunk and she, possibly with malice aforethought (never definitively determined) maneuvered one of my fingers between the cinder block and the uncushioned, steel lip of the trunk.
We both have (I had, I’ve become much more stodgy) a bit of a comedic theatric about us so we spontaneously went into this ‘You have to raise your finger above your head” and “No, the blood has to drain down to the ground!”. “UP!”, “NO DOWN!” – and on it went to the amusement of everyone whose finger wasn’t mangled, throbbing and threatening to fall off.
That was it, just those 5 pain-filled minutes, nothing special but that was our first meeting until about a month later when our friend rounded us up, with others, to work a benefit haunted house. Her job was to lie on top of a pool table like a corpse (method acting – she just pretends it’s 10:30m PM and she’s ready to zonk out) while I was to lie under the table motionless (I was a Federal employee at the time so it was no big stretch) and grab peoples’ ankles.
We had down time and chatted, she inquired on how my finger was and if I needed any more mangled but aside from that it was just two co-workers killing time.
I really can’t remember if we met at all between Halloween and Christmas but our friend was throwing a Christmas party and invited us. I wasn’t doing much but getting divorced so with time to kill I accepted, plus the city was dry and he had booze.
I remember, clear as if it happened 5 minutes ago, walking into the front door (it was at night) and looking to my right where there was a small group in a small, lit room that had a few people in it. She was sitting on a couch talking to the guy she was dating and it was as if she was the only person in focus and the light in the room was on her. As I looked at her there was a voice in my head that clearly said: ” You are going to marry her”.
She was relatively new in town, I was still picking shrapnel out of my soul from my still-dissolving marriage and I didn’t even remember her last name. Our relationship, if you can call it that, consisted primarily of her causing me great bodily injury and my trying to keep the fingernail from dropping off. Our primary personal interaction was laying in wait for unsuspecting people and scaring the hell out of them – something we still do quite well.
From there it went as if we’d been together for a long time, despite people giving great odds we wouldn’t last more than 30 days. They saw us as polar opposites, some even as a latter day crosses between Bonnie and Clyde and Charlie Manson and Squeaky Fromme – and those were people who sorta liked us. It just went on despite bumps that came, we just sorta worked right over them in the course of discovering that we were the only two people in the world that could stand to be with each other for more than a short period.
We were together for about 2 years before she got a job in New Orleans and decided to move. I could either stay or go and as I scouted around and weighed my options a job showed up there for me and I made the decision to move. I decided to uproot, move and that’s been it ever since.
As lovely commented a few days ago:
Whenever Czar comes to mind the first thing I think of is not his service to country, his humbleness (every time I thanked him for his service he thanked me for his paycheck), his love of animals, or even his puns.
The picture that will always be painted in my mind, the picture that defines Czar for me is whenever someone asked him what his favorite Christmas present was and he would always say you, Czarina.
And then in his true great story teller fashion he would tell how he saw you by a window, and his world began and ended in that moment.
Not many people get to experience that type of love. Pure unashamed bottomless love. You were both very blessed to not only experience that moment (I know it took you a little longer to warm up) but to live that love.
You can not get much more beautiful than that.
I will never forget him, and always wish that he was here. czar is irreplaceable.