"Tricia Covel Drunk"? Would I Be Surprised?

The short answer is "no". The longer answer goes a little like this:

1. Toby Keith has an alcohol problem.
2. He had his gallbladder removed, and gallbladder issues can be linked to alcoholism.
3. Given that Toby Keith has an alcohol problem and that Tricia is married to him, she could easily be influenced to have an alcohol problem.
4. Therefore, I would not be surprised if Tricia Covel was caught drunk.

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"If you found out that the life you know up till now had been a virtual reality, multi-player video game, would you change the way you live at all?"

As if that hasn't been my life in some respects? Let me explain: I was told that I was the descendant of a Pole who came here, married Mary Trudnak (a Lithuanian), served in Korea, and died of Black Lung. We were also related to Stefan Czarniecki, went the story. On Grandma's side, meanwhile, we were Czechoslovakian, we were told.

Nothing could've been further from the remote truth about the "Pole who came here...." or the "Czechoslovakian"s. Let me begin with Anthony Czarnecki, Sr.; then let me move to the Trudnaks and the "Czechoslovakian"s for just a minute.

Born in Tsuman, Ukraine (then Cuman, Poland) to Aleksjondria Alicja Andrulewiczowna Czerniecka, Antoni Jan Czerniecki joined his dad (Julian) in Sugar Notch, Pennsylvania after he and his family became Crypto Jews during the pogroms in Lipsk nad Biebrza (where Julian's dad and mom, "Antoni" and "Katarzyna", had a farm after they fled Krasne and returned to the Judaism that they'd been forced to leave behind in order to gain freedom from serfdom).

This was nothing to the Andrulevicus (Andrulewicz, etc.) and Morgovich (Margiewicz, etc.) families, except that they were of course unhappy about it. However, the Czernieckis and the Danilowiczes ("Katarzyna"'s family, and somehow family to the Andrulevicuses) blew a lid (so to speak). After having to marry as Catholics in Mackowa Ruda in order to gain their freedom, "Antoni" and "Katarzyna" wanted their son and in-law daughter out, out, and out!

As my granduncle Tony first explained (when I tricked him into giving me information for a "school project"):

"Periodically a church pastor would run a heritage trip back to Poland for a group.  Very few of those who immigrated would return.  Occasionally someone "in the family" in America would join a relative for the return trip, Usually meeting the Polish or Slovak relatives for the first time and occasionally maintaining a letter writing relationship afterwards.  This DID NOT happen in our family.

"There was not very much correspondence with the Polish family.  Only an infrequent letter.  There were no exchanges other than through the Polish Church which would have clothing drives and send clothes to Poland in general, but not to specific family members.  Bertha's photos which came after the trips were the only contact until they asked for the deed to be changed in the mid 1960's."

So, we remained Crypto Jews and lived in America, and without helping them during the Holocaust (because they didn't want our help). Julian did donate to a "Free Poland" fund, though. However, Ignacy Andrulewicz did return and remain a Crypto Jew. Some other Andrulewiczes also returned. In fact, cousin Bronislawa Andrulewiczowna Pozniakowa, of blessed memory, was murdered in the Shoah and had a son who fought against the Soviets.

Ignacy, like most Haredi and some Orthodox Jews (even Crypto-Haredi and -Orthodox Jews) of his day, did not believe in returning to Israel until Moshiach came (He was buried as a Catholic in Soviet Poland because he did not believe in returning to the "treif medina" that the U.S. was viewed as. Some of his children returned to the U.S., though.).

Not all of the branches of the Andrulewiczes became Crypto Jews, though. For example, Gitla Andrelewitz's branch didn't (Rochla's dad was Gitla.). Even so, Aleksjondria  (now Alexandria Andrulewicz Czarnecki) would not have her son marrying for love, let alone marrying the Believing Jewess who he got pregnant. That Jewess, the daughter of the Crypto-Jewish Mihaly "Michael" and Anna Amalia Munkova "Anna Monka" Trudnak, was Mary Trudnak (Her grandparents were Mihaly and Maria Nagyova Trudnyak, and Samuel and Rosalia Korschova Munka.). Their son was Anthony, Jr. the First, who died two days after he was born.

Their second son, John "Jack" Gregory Czarnecki, was born on May 25, 1936 (and died on December 14, 2013). If you do the timelining here, by the way, you will quickly find out why nobody signed his parents' marriage license, since he was conceived on or about August 25, 1935. He married Joan Gaydos, the daughter of Michael and Mary Rusnak Gaydos, and Mary Rusnak Gaydos' parents were far from Czechoslovakian.

They were Austrian-Hungarian Jews named Andrew and Julia Fosko Rusnak. Andrew came here as Andrej Rusnak, having been born Andras Stef Rusznak. He was the son of Crypto-Jewish Levite Jakab Rusznak (whose dad, Gyorgy, was of the Levitical Kosice Rusznaks) and the Crypto-Jewish Maria Novakova Rusznakova (whose tribe is not known). Jakab's and Maria's parents (Gyorgy "Gyorgy Kvetkovits" and Erzsebet Molnarova Rusznak, and Andrej Novak and an unknown mother) converted within the years of 1848-1876 (Actually, Andrej Novak never converted. He was certainly a witness to the dispensation along with Janos Molnar, and he never converted.).

Julia was a Levite as well, having been born of Crypto-Jewish Levites descended from the Levitical Foczkos of Warszawa, Radom, and Lodz. Her mother, Johanna Hanzokova Foczkova, may have been the granddaughter of a kohen (Her mother was Ilona Lazarova Hanzkova, and "Lazarova" may indicate descent from Ele'azar ben Aharon HaKohen.). Andrew Rusnak knew this and asked Julia to marry him (Don't ever think that Crypto Jews were unintelligent or ignorant, since they knew of their heritage at least to the fifth generation. Andrew was Generation Three, and Julia knew of her heritage even as a Crypto Jew beyond Generation Five. Besides, Julia was the only girl and not named "Maria", "Marysia", or "Mary"!).

Again, though, what we were told? That we were descendants of a Pole who came here, etc.; and we were also Czechoslovakian. There, therefore, is virtual reality and a multi-player game for you! 

To My Persecutors...

I ask you to examine yourself. Contrary to what you want to think, I mean no harm against you or anyone else. In fact, especially if you claim to be wise, remember that "[r]ebuke is more effective for a wise man
Than a hundred blows on a fool."

This is part of why I am dealing with you. I think about you and I think about others. My actions are not just for me or my benefit. I always dread (read: sadly expect) that someone will eventually try to oppose me. I am not perfect, and I will admit when I am wrong and not walking in integrity. However, I'm right when I'm right, and I'm not right because of me—I'm right when I'm right only because of Christ.

I am not Moses; I am not Jeremiah, and I am not any other of the prophets or righteous people of blessed memories or blessed names—I am not worthy to be even considered among these. Nonetheless, I try to stand up to evil. When I do stand up to evil and you persecute me, I have to ask (as did Moses when our countrymen were persecuting him), "Why do you contend with me? Why do you tempt the Lord?"

Also, why do you glorify the Amaleks—whether or not you mean to do so? The Torah states:

14 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Write this for a memorial in the book and recount it in the hearing of Joshua, that I will utterly blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven.” 15 And Moses built an altar and called its name, The-Lord-Is-My-Banner;[c] 16 for he said, “Because the Lord has sworn: the Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation.”

The Torah does not state that we are to remember Amalek in any other way or context but in regards to what he did against Israel. We are not to revive him, and we are not to enable any Amalek in this generation. Even when we do Purim readings in the synagogues (Messianic and otherwise), we do not revive or remember Haman. In fact, we make a deliberate effort to drown out his name when we read it.

We rejoice that Haman (Yemach shemo u'zichrono.) cannot hurt us anymore, and we don't want to hear his name. Nonetheless, we don't (or at least we shouldn't) rejoice in the death of the wicked. 

Another Recipe: The Waste-System Drink

~1 cup of organic cranberry juice
~1 cup of water
~2 tbsp (1/8 cups) of elderberry juice
~4 tbsp (1/4 cups) of milk of magnesia

I put in the milk, the elderberry juice, the water, and the cranberry juice in that order; but the order is up to you. Nonetheless, you have to mix them together like I did (whether you stir, shake, or blend it).

By the way, it tastes like prune juice and works well for people like me with IBS. As for elderberry juice, I hear that that's supposed to support immune-system health. Meanwhile, cranberry juice helps excretory functions. That is all. You're welcome.


The Waste-System Drink by Nicole V. Czarnecki is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

More Than Blogging, Etc.: Learning To Cook

Instead-of-Quinoa-and-Soup (IQS) Pasta (I came up with this when I realized that we had no quinoa—or at least any that I could access at the time—,the chicken broth would not drain from the pasta—and I thus could not make chicken-broth-and-celery-soup; and I used measures based on the containers and packaging for each of the products—e.g., 1/2 cup of shredded cheese makes for one serving of cheese

1. 1 bag of gluten-free, organic pasta
2. 1 container of organic chicken broth
3. 2 cups of organic shredded Parmesan cheese
4.  ~1 cup of organic sauce
5. Organic olive oil
6. 3-4 sticks of organic celery, chopped

1. Cook the pasta in the chicken broth instead of water, as instructed to do so on the bag.
2. Put cheese and olive oil into bowl.
3. Put in pasta (which does not need to be drained) and sauce in bowl.
4. Put celery pieces in.
5. Mix thoroughly.
6. Enjoy!

Makes 3-4 servings (i.e., 1-2 servings per person. e.g., I had two servings; Mom may just want one).

Ⓒ2014. 


IQS Pasta by Nicole V. Czarnecki is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

My Natural Look With Full Disclosure About Lighting, And...

Why do I care about my natural look? Some people at PolishForums.com wanted to see non-blurry pictures of me to see whether or not I truly look Polish, which I don't (Thank God. :-) ) But hopefully, this helps them and others see that I truly look Jewish. They did concede that I look Western European, though. e.g.:

"Nicki - I'd say you look Spanish or Portuguese. Or maybe Italian? :-) But definitely South/Western European. Also, it's totally not true that ethnic Poles are blonde and blue-eyed - most Poles tend to have various shades of brown(ish) hair and can have all possible eye colours, often grey or brown. Many Polish women dye their hair blonde and that might have fooled you ;-) Of course, many people are blonde, but it's not the standard by any stretch of the imagination. Darker skin tones are not totally uncommon either. Either way, if you lived in Poland you would probably be seen as somewhat "exotic", people would tend to think you have some Spanish or Italian blood, but they would not automatically assume that you were not Polish. The Polish nation is very mixed - the Tartars and Turks, the Italians (Queen Bona), the Dutch (builders of the Żuławy Wiślane dyke system), the French (Napoleonic wars) and many others came to Poland in various periods and settled there :-)"

Remember "John McCoy"? Also, Mom is mostly Western European (Frankish, Gaelic, and Briton) with Ashkenazi Jewish heritage (the Siedenburg-Mueller and Lehr Pundts, for example—and possibly the Farrells, since Native Irish are light-eyed brunettes and the Farrells had red hair. But don't tell, e.g., my cousin Colleen DeBoy that—she got mad when I suggested that the red-haired Farrells (at least on our side), who (for Irish Catholics) had no children named Mary (for instance), may have been Irish Anusim. I can't change science or history, and Ya'akov (z"l) and Esav did have red hair.

PS Unless Sharon can show me the proof that the Farrells had a daughter named Mary, I don't buy it. There was no Mary who was born in 1857 who was recorded on the 1860 Census. Also, she could've been named for her mother (Mary Cassilly O'Farrell) if she did exist.

"Smile", A Short Story

"I love your smile," Andy told Rich. That was years ago, though. Now he didn't love his smile—or him. He couldn't love his smile; he couldn't love him, and he couldn't love anything or anyone else. No matter how he tried to do so, he just couldn't do so—he had dementia, and the dementia was wearing him down.

One of Andy's best friends came up to Rich one day, when Rich was hunched down from thinking about it. "What's the matter?"

"Andy doesn't love me anymore."

"What? He's always been like a dad figure to you."

"Well, he's sick—just sick."

"Don't talk about about Andy like that—just because you fell out with him doesn't mean that you have to talk about him like that. Do you hear me?"

Rich bit back tears, holding his lower lip with his front teeth as he tried not to cry. "Andy has dementia, sir."

Andy's friend looked stunned. "What?! Andy?....Oh, I'm so sorry."

Nobody but Rich really knew, anyway. Only Rich had gotten the phone call.

"I feel guilty, boy. I can't do it—I just can't do it. I'm so sorry."

"Can't what, sir?"

"Can't love you anymore—and can't love anyone anymore. I'm trying to love, boy. I just can't—I have dementia."

Then the radio blared a Lonestar song in the background. "You can't help how you don't feel, and it doesn't matter why."

Rich bit back tears, thinking a prayer. "Perfect timing, God," he mumbled inside of his head. He then told Andy, "You don't have to explain—I understand."

That phonecall was in the summer. The encounter with Andy's friend was in the fall. The visit with Andy was in the winter, and that's when Rich and Andy's friend played that Lonestar song for Andy.

Then Rich thought to himself what he wanted to tell Andy: "It's like the song says: 'Give me a chance to bow out gracefully...'."

"Go, boy," Andy demanded. Andy knew what Rich wanted: to leave Andy with his friend and go peacefully.

Rich laughed. "Last-minute lucidity; huh, sir?"

"Get out of here, boy." Andy knew that he was dying, and he knew that Rich knew it—and they both knew that they knew it. There was no second guessing and no questioning. Andy was ready to go.

Rich smiled and saluted Andy, a World War Two veteran. "Rest in peace, sir."

Andy then went "in style" after he had kissed Rich on the head and the cheeks—Rich was like a son to Andy, after all. Andy went with his friend beside him as the angels carried him home—and, fittingly, in the winter, for he had been in the winter of his life.

Rich, meanwhile, walked away from Andy's hospital room and down the hall, and he let the tears run down his face and let his pain show.

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