Obituary: Remembering Stuart Teitler

Longtime Albany resident Stuart Teitler died last week. If you knew Stuart, please share your memories in the comments below this post.

Stuart Teitler was my cousin. He died this past week at the age of 71. Sadly, he took his own life.

Stuart was quite a character. He was a world-renowned book collector whose passion was Lost Race Fiction.

He was a pretty good tap dancer too. I saw him at the “old” . He loved music and dancing.

He could write, and he could draw. He had a lot of friends at .

I wasn’t very close to my cousin, but I loved him.

Stuart is survived by his sister Terry, his brother Robert, and his cousins Steve, Jackie, Alan, Arlene, Stan and me.

There will be a memorial for Stuart on Sunday, Jan. 29, from 2-6 p.m. at The Pub in Albany.

Please add your memories of Stuart to this post. Many of you knew him better than I, and I know you really miss him.

--Cousin Edward, Albany, CA

Charlie Cockey December 20, 2013 at 09:33 PM
Though I've always maintained my home in the Bay Area, I pretty much moved to the Czech Republic back in 2000, so lost track of a lot of friends, among them Stu Teitler. Iknew him for pretty much the whole time he lived out west, and had some wonderful times with him. Stuart was one of a kind, a grimy, grouchy, grousing guy, but we got along pretty famously. I would visit him, pore over his Lost Race collection, haggle and finagle for things I found, occasionally traded with him. We used to go scouting together - he'd call and invite me along, which was not only always fascinating but a total gas as well (smoky, though; he was a chimney, that's for sure). I remember once in a bookstore somewhere in Sacramento on a scouting trip with him, we both saw a desirable book way up on a high bookshelf. We charged, literally ran, across the shop and started leaping to get the thing, like a couple of guys from the hood playing hoopball. Took several jumps. I seem to remember that I won, gave me HUGE pride (you don't beat Teitler at much) - but for the life of me can't remember what it was (perhaps an Odd John, which would have been appropriate). I did beat him one other time, when we both were standing about 3 feet apart and spotted a gem on the shelf between us - I was quicker - again, no idea what the book was. The one I *DO* remember missing was Victor Saville's "Beyond the Great South Wall", a lost race book he was very keen on having - and grrrrr he got it. Snatched it right out of in front of me - because HE knew what the spine looked like and recognized it before I, who only knew the name, could read what it was.............. He loved coming over to my house and making me play free-form extemporaneous music on the guitar. Something about my rhythms moved him, and he would stand in the corner between my rocking chair and old lawyer's sectional bookcase and dance for hours while Alice cooked stuff in the kitchen. I'm pissed off that he's dead, which is appropriate, because he was generally pissed off at just about everything. Dammit - just dammit.
lmj December 31, 2013 at 04:16 PM
Although i did not know you dear loved one I would like to say that i am sorry for your loss and I would like to offer my condolences and share a scripture for you to read in your spare time. it's at Revelation 21:4 and it give us hope for those that have passed. If you would like to hear more about my hope please feel free to contact me at lyds1186@gmail.com


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