Forty years ago, my true love bought me a pair of binoculars for my birthday. I’d just seen my “spark bird”—the first bird that is so marvelous that it sets a person, theoretically, on the path to becoming a birder. My brother had shown me a western tanager in his binoculars and I could not have been more excited. I had no idea they even made such a thing.
The tanager, not the binoculars.
Anyway, Dave shopped carefully and found these binoculars, making sure they could be adjusted for my own eyeballs, which are stupidly close together. (My entire head is small. I could wear a standard contraceptive diaphragm as a hat.) And they were spectacular. You could train these babies on a bird in a dense hedge with almost no photons hitting it, and it would look floodlit. He paid more for them than he ever shelled out for an automobile.
They were Swarovskis. A very respected brand. They did not, however, make me a birder. I might have been in the birder shell, but I had not begun to pip, or emerge, and it would be almost another thirty years before I would fledge fully into the birder camp. By that time I had abused my Swarovskis the same way I abuse all tools: I never cleaned them, I hammered in garden stakes with them, I used them as pie weights, that sort of thing.
The diopter knob had fallen off and I didn’t do anything about it because I don’t even know what a diopter is or whether it’s important. The focus knob was creaky. When you see movement in a tree, you want to swing those binos up and focus them in one motion, not stop to get a pipe wrench for your focus knob.
So the last time I was at a birding festival, I took them to the optics expert. Can these be fixed? I handed them over.
Whoa. Not only could they be fixed, but they were Swarovskis, and that fine company, he said, will repair them for free, no receipt, no problem. I contacted them. Sure enough. They sent instructions.
Well, you have to figure Swarovski Optik is a foreign company because of the aggressiveness of all those consonants. And it is. Austrian, established in 1895 as a crystal-cutting operation. The Optiks department came along in 1949, after the company was able to expand thanks to its affiliation with the…well, I’m getting ahead of myself.
The instructions were in perfectly good English, but so formal and detailed and precise that they really got my attention. These days companies are super chatty. Make you slog through videos that don’t get to the point until they’re done showing you how cute and friendly they are.
Not these people. They got right to it. Create account. Log in. Register product. A case number will be assigned to your product. Remove all accessories from your product. Wrap in bubble wrap. Please note our repair times can take 6-8 weeks. We are extremely thorough. Timeline of events: This, this, this, that, and the other thing, including items like #3. Product is tagged and put on shelf in the order of which it was received. It went on and on for two pages. Product is dusted off by tiny robot wearing pinafore. Hansel und Gretel is read to Product at bedtime. Light snacks provided to Product. I looked for an option to view my product by live videocam as it sat on the shelf, like when you board your cat, but none was to be found.
Something about the thoroughness of the instructions led me to believe I should not, under any circumstances, inquire about the progress of my repair, which will only slow things down, because otherwise it will proceed like clockwork. Sure enough, after precisely six weeks, I get the following email:
We are pleased to inform you that we will return your device to you.
Was not returning it ever a possibility? There was an invoice listing five thousand things they’d checked on and cleaned or replaced. My total due: $0. Damn!
This is some company, I thought. I did some research.
Turns out the Swarovski company has been in the same family for 130 years and, notably, family members were fervent and lavish supporters of the Nazis; the 500 Sieg-Heiling marchers in one torchlight parade were all discovered to be Swarovski plant employees. Alfred Swarovski himself sent Hitler birthday greetings and money for a holiday home in Tyrol. Et cetera.
In 2018 the company commissioned a study of its history but then declined to publish its findings, stating “Swarovski is a company that generally tries to keep the owners’ personal stories largely out of the public eye because it does nothing for the business.”
Oh.
Might give the business a bit of a boost in 2025, though, huh?
Damn fine binoculars, I will say.
I had the same experience with a Marmot winter coat. After 10 years they replaced the zipper for free. At 14 years when I requested another zipper replacement they said ‘not doing that again. Pick a replacement coat – free’ !!! Oops just googled ‘where are Marmot coats made’. Thailand and China. I better make this one last.
Check a local dry cleaner or tailor and see if they’ll replace the zipper
Or see if they can replace your coat with some electronic devices secreted in the pockets.
Y’know… sometimes ya just gotta make a deal with “the devil.” They were previously Nazis. That doesn’t automatically mean they are now. Sheeet… my family were Catholics, and I turned out to be an Atheist. Different generations, different ideals. I don’t like having to order stuff from Amazon, not only because they are kissing Trump’s ass, but even before then. I don’t like monolithic companies. I’d much rather buy what I need from a local small company. That isn’t always possible anymore. Even when brick-and-mortar stores exist, they usually have limited merchandise — and never what I’m looking for. I have to go online. Some things can only be bought online, as no one carries them except for online companies. Occasionally, the only place that has what I’m looking for is Amazon. I hate that, but it is what it is. FWIW, I try other venues first. Sometimes I even go to these small local shops to ask the manager if they can order something that I can only previously have gotten online. It’s worth a try. We NEED our local businesses. And THEY need US.
Yup, I ain’t pure either, but I do pay attention, and try hard not to amazon. But sometimes I do. Most often I load up my cart and set it aside until I realize I really don’t need the thing anymore. That happens a LOT.
Murr: did you draw the cartoon? It’s great whoever drew it. Thanks!
Thanks! Yes. I scanned it from my own book, Trousering Your Weasel.
I love it. A murder of birders about to be trampled by a mumble of moose.
I got the idea from an early cartoon I drew of my own family. My brother and sister are scanning the skies for birds, my other sister is looking for arrowheads, my dad is pointing his camera at the ground where there are mushrooms, I’m rolling logs for salamanders, and Mom is front and center with eyes wide and a moose in the foreground.
They are the rolls Royce of the birding appliance world….
See, I didn’t even know, but Dave got me some anyway.
I’m glad the binoculars could be repaired after all that mistreatment.
There’s a lot more around here that could use some spiffing after I’m done with it.
I particularly related to using your binocs as a hammer; whatever tool is at hand! It reminded me of the look my father gave me when he found me opening an old paint can with one of his coddled, pristine pen knives.
I get nostalgic when I accidentally find true, old fashioned “customer service”. It’s so soothing not to have to gird my loins for a battle. Saying “yes” and offering help makes me want to turn my whole life over to them.
I am fortunate enough to have a locally-owned small hardware store within a short driving distance of me. They have fixed lamps that I got at a garage sale. I thought they needed rewiring; all they needed was a new switch. Nominal price. Also, since I have arthritis, as do a lot of my friends, we go there to ask them to replace our car key fob batteries, water faucet filters, and stuff like that that is difficult to do when your thumbs are no longer quite as opposable. Free of charge. Home Depot is within walking distance of me. Do I go there? God, NO! I drive to Branmar and actually get customer service. I love them!
I didn’t realize Home Depot was walking distance from ANYBODY! And yes, Catherine, yes.
In the 1950s my parents drove a Ford, even though the founder of the company had been a well-known Nazi monster. (Henry made sure nobody in the world had to go without a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, and he and Adolf were a mutual admiration society.) I drove one in the 1970s. I guess enough time had passed.
We’re over that now, we’re just not erecting statues to him.
Yet.
I’m late to this party because I was out of town last week. I’m on my 2nd pair of Swarovskis after buying my 1st as a 50th birthday present for myself 20+ years ago (there was a really good trade-in offer a few years back, hence a replacement). Shortly after I got the new pair, I dropped it, hard, on a concrete pier! NO damage, and they’ve continued to serve me well for the past 9 years — except the focus knob IS stiff, so maybe they’re due for a factory spiff-up. (Me, too.)
I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt re the past Nazi connection, especially since we seem to have more trouble with that stuff here at home these days.