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arren
was born in Sacramento, California. After a difficult early childhood,
he was raised by a wonderful French stepmother. She loved him
as if he were her own and Warren gave her much credit for his
life. Warren spent most of his early years on ranches in Northern
California – often with just his stepmother as his father
frequently traveled in his work. He would always talk of one of
those ranches with love and longing. He was an explorer from his
early years – he would walk for miles and miles, always
with his pack of dogs. This is where he learned to love nature
and animals. He attended a one-room schoolhouse and graduated
from Dunsmuir High School at the age of 16. In 1997 he attended
his 50th high school reunion.
At the age of 17 Warren enlisted in the U.S. Navy and trained
as an Electronic Technician. His ship, the USS Gurke DD-783,
patrolled the waters off Asia during the Korean War. While on
ship he discovered his love of poetry and wrote many poems –
his last poem was "IT IS TIME." He received a Bachelor
of Arts and later a Masters in Electrical Engineering while working
at the Naval Air Development Center in Pennsylvania.
His favorite music was by Brahms, especially the Third Symphony
and Third Movement. He could listen to any classical music and
tell who the composer, the conductor, the symphony and the movement
was. He also loved the Limelighters — I still remember him
singing one of their songs in his wonderful deep voice in a pub
in Ireland.
Warren’s career took him to Denmark, Belgium, Holland,
Luxemburg, Italy, England and Libya, besides the U.S. He worked
as a scientist, an electrical engineer, a technical writer, a
Systems Analyst, a field engineer and a consultant — his
skills were very versatile. He worked: for the Canadian Navy and
lived in Ottawa, Ontario and Belfast, Ireland; for the U.S. Air
Force in Ankara, Turkey and Betsburg, Germany; and as an ionospheric
physics scientist at McMurdo Station, Antarctica during the winter
of 1966 and had a glacier named after him by the US-ACAN (the
Advisory Committee on Antarctic Names).
He was fascinated by astronomy, space exploration, science fiction
and any type of science. Warren was a walking encyclopedia and
an avid reader. He had a brilliant memory and knew a little about
everything. He brought a unique perspective into our lives and
whatever sparked his interest, he became passionate about it.
His mission seemed to be that of searching for meaning. He became
interested in flying while working at Boeing Co., in Wichita,
Kansas. Flying became a hobby to relieve stress.
In February 1967 Warren married Luella Walker. They fell in love
while on a ski trip in California. His friend Art was his best
man and the last friend who made him laugh before he died.
The pride of his life was his son Ed. When Ed worked for AOL
Europe and lived in Ireland, Warren loved to visit. Warren had
such pride in Ed’s accomplishments, but above all wanted
him to be happy.
During the hurricanes of 2004 in Florida Warren kept his neighbors
calm by sharing his generator and food. He played poker with them
all night while the wind raged and roared, and kept them calm.
I was told they "were so blessed to have him as a neighbor
and could not have survived that week without him." "Love
and good works were his commandment and religion."
He loved to write and traveled the Oregon Trail to do research
for a historical novel set in California during the mid-1880’s:
He was working on this project before he became sick. Returning
home from Lisbon, Portugal in November 2005 he started to feel
ill. Warren was diagnosed with cancer of the biliary tract for
which there is little research and no symptoms till the end stages.
Warren was very brave, but this disease pounced upon him and he
died at the home of his son three months after returning from
Lisbon. His final request for his tombstone was as follows: "A
glorious life because of a gifted and devoted wife and a brilliant
and loving son who provided my moral compass."
I see the golden fields full of promise
with bright futures and happiness
As I take in the beauty and contemplate the joys to come, a tiny
dark
Cloud appears on the horizon and as it approaches I feel twinges
of
Doubt and then I feel my body being assaulted with pain and doubt,
And a small voice within the cloud calls out softly "IT IS
TIME."
-- Part of the last poem by Warren |
Warren’s last thoughts were of his wife of 38 years and
of his son Ed, whom he loved so and was so proud of. Warren will
continue his life in the thoughts and deeds of those he loved.
He shall never be forgotten. He belongs in the galaxy as our shinning
star; and as we will look to the heavens we shall remember him
and this will keep us going. Loved and sadly missed by his wife,
his son, his sister, nieces, in-laws and friends.
The Wife of Frazer "Warren"
Clausnitzer
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"I can still hear Uncle Warren's wonderful deep voice calling
Aunt Luella, 'Honeybun.' I miss him and will always love him."
- Elvyna Walker - niece
“My talented brother Warren, who loved to travel, is taking
the ultimate trip of his too short life — into outer space.
GODSPEED."
- Your Sister, Joyce
"Remember working with you and the good times. Enjoy your
ride through space and I hope our paths cross again."
- Arthur Von Ploennies - friend/ coworker at North American
and Boeing
"Now for Uncle Warren's greatest adventure — into
space. I can hear you say 'Wow-wee-gang.' "
- Judy Allen - niece
"Warren will be sadly missed by the Walker family —
he will always be in our hearts. Will always remember your love
of rhubarb pies."
- Ken/Nancy Walker (brother/sister in law) Alberta, Canada
"Remember the sweatshirt you gave me, 'Operation Deep Freeze.'
I kept it for many years. My son wore it out — he thought
it 'cool.' "
- Diana Rubin - niece
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