My daughter, Heather Hanson, had a chance to champion a poor disenfranchised artist seeking the truth about how his famous sister died. Instead, she got on the money trail with the encouragement of her mother and aunt, and was willing to betray her new found father to get her some.
When Mark asked Christine what became of Grandma Melba’s legacy, Christine proudly exclaimed; “I got it all!”
Christine’s alcoholism was out of control. We had very little contact in the last seven years. The executor of Christine’s estate said she had been living off loans from family members. Sydney Morris also said he approved the writing of a book, and the promotion of a movie, in order to boost a waning interest in Rosamond’s art. This is key, because Stacey Pierrot assured my mother he art was taking off again. She then got down on one knee at our family funeral, took Rosemary’s hand, looked up into her eyes, and said;
“Don’t let the dream die!”
Vicki kept me away from the meeting she had with Christine’s alleged friends the day before, saying I would not get along with these people, and, it was just a fundraiser to pay for funeral costs – that were not paid. This is when the book and movie idea was hatched, and, the need to get Shannon out of the way, discussed. Here is Pierrot on her first Rosamond webpage that came out in 1997;
“I felt a responsibility to continue. She taught me everything and I loved her. Her family was understandably in chaos. I couldn’t let all she worked for drift away. Pierrot bought the business from the estate, royalties from which go to Rosamond’s daughters Drew, now 11, and Shannon, 28”
Having asked Vicki too many good questions, we are no longer siblings. Being the named executor, she is enjoying having her ass kissed by alleged members of the Art World. I look up our father to see what he knows. From Vic I learn that Christine would not give her father and sister any profits from the partnership they formed. My cousin Bill Broderick had sent legal-like letters, to no avail. Vicki had invested $60,000 dollars she stole from her crazy husband, and Vic invested most of Melba’s legacy.
Vic now told a sad story of how his favorite child betrayed him. He had no contact with his daughter since his other daughter, died. I told him Vicki offered me some money if I helped her sell the partnership prints that she had taken from Christine’s house a few days after the funeral. I turned her offer down. My Private Detective friend told me no one should have been in that house, and it should have been sealed by the executor – Vicki!
Vic now told me his mother had left only him her estate so he could invest it in Christine’s art, and have that much more to distribute to a his four children, including Mark. Vic told me how mad he was that none of his children showed up at Melba’s death bed to say goodbye. Rosemary told me Melba had all the Prescos in her will, including herself. Rosemary had not spoken to her ex since 1958, and Mark since 1963.
“I told Vicki to tell all you kids Melba was dying. Are your sure she didn’t tell you?” asked my father, he quite the thespian when it came to how his family wounded and betrayed him – and his mother.
One bright morning I got on the bus and went to the County Court House and looked at Melba’s Will. In bold letters I read that we children were DISINHERITED. I then heard Christine words, and maniacal laugh;
“I got it all!”
Melba had no intention of investing in the artwork of a world famous artist and thus being a Player. She wanted to make amends. When no one showed up, but the wolf, she called up her attorney and left to her favorite and only child. No way was Vic going to allow Rosemary and Mark to have some of his mother’s money. So, he told his daughters not to go see Grandma so she will leave it all to him, her loyal and abused child, Captain Victim, who invested a $100,000 dollars in Rosamond’s Art, and was now a Player.
Vic is not a artist, a poet, or a writer. This is when I got the big picture of how the uncreative disqualified others to qualify themselves. The Run for all the Roses was on. When my daughter came into my life, I described this Evil Run, and, I tried not to notice how big her eyes got. She was quick off the block, and way down the road. I had no way to contact her and find out what became of her. Heather is not an artist, a poet, or a writer.
So, here is how I got eighty-sixed from Grandmas. I was twelve years old. I am riding a old girls bike I found in the garage. It might have belonged to Beverly. Suddenly this guy around fifteen comes up alongside me and is making fun of me, he calling me a sissy. He then rides ahead and calls to his dog, Cookie. I mimic his call;
“Here cocky!” And he comes after me. He was a big kid, and he follows me onto Melba’s property who comes out of the house to ask what is going on.
“He called my dog a cock!” the fink tells Melba, who is shocked, and not listening to why I called his dog a cock. She has heard enough. She gives me a dark scowl.
“I did not know you were that kind of boy!” and she turns and goes back in the house.
Next summer, Mark took his best friend to go stay at grandma’s. I asked him why I wasn’t invited. He said something mean with his infamous curled lip. Mark is not an artist, a poet, or a writer. When I asked him why he didn’t contribute to Tom Snyder’s biography he said;
“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her.”
Mark had leant Christine money and she filed Bankruptcy. I them asked my brother why he didn’t object to this lying and evil account that appeared in Tom Snyder’s biography. he the third ghost writer Pierrot hired. Why didn’t Vicki and the “Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki” call the police like they did on the adult Heir?
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be carted away. The artist’s closet, a veritable mother lode – took the worst beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings. Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but to no avail.”
Vicki had told me she and Shannon had divided up some of Christine’s clothes that still had a price tag on them, along with some jewelry. Out of money, Shannon tried to return a dress. The owner called up Pierrot, who called Garth Benton, who called the cops who arrested my niece while she was cooking a chicken. Being a starving artist, my niece asked the police if she could eat the chicken she just took out of the oven. They told her no. While on the porch in handcuffs she asked for her mother’s cremated remains. Garth got them, put them on the stoop, and slammed the door. Pierrot’s love for Christine and Shannon – is bullshit. She was after the book and movie deal.
When the Big Bad Wolf is laying his Poor Grandma tale on me, he informs me that Rosemary treated Mark as her favorite. This was no news to me. I was always treated like a guest of Mark, especially at Melba’s where he graciously allowed me to stay in – his tent. I was glad the charade was over.
This brings us to the real attempt to defraud the IRS. Mark refused to pay taxes, allow his money to be consumed by ‘Parasites’. Rosemary told me he was insisting Christine not pay any taxes on her sale of art. The IRS was taking a deep look at the Benton’s when Rosamond had her – accident.
I was Mark Presco’s Favorite Parasite most of his life. Then, he started lending our sister money to keep her waning career afloat. Mark is the Phantom of this Soap Opera.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
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