I talked with Linda of the Concord School District, and she said the Elementary School we Presco Children attended would be Williams located on 2895 East St. She said it closed in 1976. Four days ago I got a e-mail from Lind, who operated the Concord Historic Society. Our teacher could have been Charlotte Ballenger who was already a ancient legend. She died in 1989, and thus there was no real way for Julie Lynch to have talked to her. She does not say Vicki or Mark Presco told her about Charlotte’s artistic critique. She lied! This is more Art Fraud! Julie did make a film about an alcoholic artist. Christine Rosamond Presco, drowned on her first sober birthday in AA. I’m sure the good folks of Empty Chair don’t want to see crazy drunken artist sucking on a bottle of wine under the freeway.
Rosemary and Vic had a dream when they purchased their first home located at 2742 Richard Avenue in Concord California. See the For Sale sign in the garage. How I found our lost home, was to google the house number. It gave me two choices, but no street. Rosemary used her GI Loan, She served in the WAVES in Naval Intelligence. I think she paid $10,000 dollars. This house is valued at half a million.
I am reluctant to say more, because ‘The Parasites’ are still circling ‘The Presco Children’. I enclose a message I got from someone who used to work for my late sister. Alan Blain went with Garth Benton to the Getty Mansion in San Francisco when he did several murals for his friends, Ann and Gordon Getty. He did the murals at the Getty Villa. Here is Christine at the Getty mansion in New York.
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
Mr. Taber –
Based on the location of Richard Avenue, it appears the closest elementary school would have been Holbrook or Williams. Neither would have been very close – high schools and middle schools played that role. Williams School, dating from 1946, the first elementary school to be built as a result of population influx after, closed in 1976, so I don’t know the boundaries of its district.
A search of our computer records didn’t turn up any photos of rodeos during the 1950s. We do have aerial photos from the late 1940s that show the Richard Avenue area.
The Concord Historical Society would very much appreciate a copy of your anatomy of tract homes when it’s complete. Any additional information you could give us about your family and the area where they lived in Concord would also be welcome.
Resource Center Director
This photograph of me was glued to a piece of lined school paper like the one you get in kindergarten. I believe a teacher at Williams chose it because I am engrossed in a picture. My tongue is sticking out. Am I looking at a picture I drew, or, am I still drawing?
My teacher wanted me to take it home and show my mother. How about my father? I was thinking about putting the next photo, with the innocent one of me. But, changed my mind. I wanted the officials in Concord to own a nice picture of our family history – for their archives. I changed my mind again, after posting the one of Christine.
What is going on here? This is like a scene from a dramatic movie. That’s my mother, Rosemary, on the right. My father, Vic, on the left, and his mother, Melba, in the center. Who took this picture? Melba is looking at this person, and she looks angry.
Oh! Did I leave out someone? That’s my younger sister, Vicki. She looks happy – even innocent! Why? Looks like Melba is playing favorites again, and gave little Vicki a new doll. Is Vic playing favorites – too? I think Melba is saying;
“What’s wrong with this bitch? Isn’t she going to allow my son to bond with any of his four children?”
What is Vic holding on to – in his other hand? Where’s Christine?
How I Became The First Family Artist
John Gregory Presco
When it rains in Concord – it really rains! I think the clouds that roll in from the Pacific, hit Mount Diablo – and dump! My friend lived two doors down from us on Richards Avenue. He invited me in to play with his finger-paint set.
He gave me this piece of shiny paper, and showed me how to dip my fingers in and paint something. I am doing a clown. I really got into it. It was a good drawing. My friend kept looking over at my work, then, at his, and – he frowned!
“Let’s play with something else. Give me your paper so I can wash it off.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can wash it off and reuse it.”
“I want to keep it, and show my mother!”
“You can’t do that!” the little brat spat! And I got to my feet, grabbed my work of art, and ran home. I think I was crying. I told Rosemary my ex-friend wants to destroy my work of art. Just then, the doorbell rings.
“Hi! I’m Tommy’s mother and my son is very upset. Your son stole his piece of paper and he wants it back.”
“He’s not getting it back. My son wants to save his artwork. And, I want him to have it. ”
“That won’t do!”
“I will pay you for the paper!”
“That’s not the point!”
“What is the point?”
The mother stomps home in a huff. The point is, I was a vastly superior artist than her bratty son – who could not buy the gift I now owned – with a million dollars!
Does this sum up the ongoing argument I have long endured? Julie Lynch is a liar when it comes to the testimony of Christine and my teacher at Williams. The first biographer was a hired ghost writer, who claimed Vic took Christine out to the family car, and sexually molested her. He published a family photo next to this allegation – that is true! Vic confessed he did this at the end of his life. He quit drinking, and was going to get married. He wanted a clean slate. Christine had died three months earlier.
It is common for a father who has molested one of his children, to reject that child, and bond with a child he has not molested. The rule is……The Mother always knows!
Now to the really hard and painful part for me. What mirror did my beautiful sister own, that she could look into, and feel esteemed, feel safe, feel like the damage could be healed? Could she hold her mother up? Her father? How about Melba? My brother Mark, is there for no one. Not then! Not ever! Who’s left? What role model did Christine have, not to become a famous artist, but, just a human being?
When Christine started bonding with boys, she had problems. They could not figure our family, out. They saw Christine and I were very close. They were confused. They were threatened. One of Christine’s boyfriends became my good friend. He wondered if incest was going on, we were so close. There was no incest between us. However, my dear sister was having a very difficult time finding anyone who was my equal, who could replace me. I was the most important person in her life, until the day she died. She sees me, in herself. When I look into her eyes, I see the best of me. This is the way it was. It was not supposed to be like this. No family should be like our family, was. We did our best. Together, we created something, from nothing!
Rosemary started to become violent and vicious with Christine, as is sometime the case of a mother who blames the child for the incest perpetrated by the husband she lost. She was sixteen and I was seventeen when she begged me to rent a place with her so she could get away from the constant attacks. I had a job. We got a newspaper. The very first place we looked at, as faux husband and wife, my sisters says;
“Oh! We grew up with a fireplace just like this one!”
The poor woman was already wondering. Now, she looked like she was going to cry.”
“Well. We will be going now!” I said.
When family photos were taken, Christine and I always got as close to one another as we could. Below is a photograph of the Pretend Mr. and Mrs. Presco….The Family Artists.
I worked for Garth and Rosamond in 1988 in their galary in Carmel Valley. As a young man from South Africa they had an indelible impact on me as their love for each other was a wonderful thing to see. Garth was so dedicated to Rosamond and their daughters it would at times leave me with tears in my eyes. Sadly I had most of my memories of that time destroyed by an angry person, but I still have one picture of myself and the two of them on the slopes in Tahoe, where they took me to experience snow and skiing for the very first time. I am saddened by all I have read and just wish to pass on my deep heartfelt condolences. I was never aware of all the tragedy as I had to return to Africa in 1989, and have had a void in my life ever since Leaving Carmel. One of my great memories of Rosamond is the night she showed her portrait of the great Jimmy Stewart in the Gallery. She absolutely glowed with joy and pride that night. My best memory, and there were many, of Garth was twice accompanying him to the Getty home in San Francisco where he did murals for Mrs Getty, and being shown into their study/library and found myself surrounded by priceless art. I loved them both, and they will always remain some of my most treasured friends, albeit I knew them for only two years.
Alan H Blain
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Above are letters sent to my mother that are very supportive of my talent. Twice my painting was chosen to tour the world in a Red Cross show, where a hundred students all over America participated. If Christine did art work, my teachers, and the schools we attended, would have taken notice. Christine, however, did give me credit for her overnight success when she took up art in 1972.
In the photo above, Rosemary has posed her children before the painting I did when I was twelve of a sailboat that students all over the world viewed. According to Pierrot and Lynch Christine must have been fuming, she forced to render art while hiding in the closet with a flashlight – while her family slept! This is a classic usurpation that renders my family un-conscious, half-dead.
The painting of the mudflats of Emeryville was done when I was seventeen.(1964) The dimensions are around 50X72 inches. Months after I completed this work, I hitchhiked to New York and lived in Greenwich Village.
If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.
In addition to oppressing Christine artistically, Rosemary also dominated Christine with physical violence. Trying to support four children with only a high school education and little help from her alcoholic husband, Rosemary was often enraged. She took this rage out on Christine and Christine’s earliest known works reflect it. In Teenage Drawing II, her subject is reticent and withdrawn. In Teenage Drawing III, the woman looks shocked and angry.