Family Treasures

I didn’t get one thing from my mother after she died. Vicki Presco and her son, Shamus Dundon saw to that. He ended up with Rosemary’s Mustang. Because I didn’t buy the Rocky Point lies, I was not told my mother was dying. I made a rare call, and Robby answered. He is my father-in-law, and, is six months youger than me. He told me to call the hospital. I did not have any money for a long distance call. In the morning my SSI check was despoited. I called. The nurse told me the woman who gave me birth died three hours earlier. I was not told my father had died, two years prior. Just before I was going to see, and forgive, my sister, Vicki, Robby sent me a letter and asked if I wanted my painting Rosemary put out in the shed – after Christine became famous. The frame was water-stained. I called him and told him to take it out of the frame and send it to Vicki, who told me our mother filed a police report about Robby abusing her, and he went to jail for six months. He did not know his wife was an accuted alcoholic. He did not know she was mentally ill, and evil. He got the big picture, alas, that she had been abusing me. The last time I saw her I was going to have her committed. I had to restrain her in the middle of the night. At dawn, I fled for home. Vicki is evil. Michael Harkins is evil. He mocked my claim I had died, seen God, and was restored to life. Vicki knew I was a follower of Meher Baba. These people are not just devious, they hate people who take themselves out of the rat race they are in, because……..THE WANT TO DEFEAT YOU! They want to win over you, they don’t care about getting Cash&Prizes! They want to destroy you. This is what Robby saw. My mother was out to destroy me, because, I refused her sexual advances. Michael Harkins has been BLACKMAILING me for years – for kicks!

Lawrence Chazen hauled off the antique furniture Christine bought from him, and had not fully paid for. Then, he has the fucking guts to show up at the Rosamond gallery – after my sister is dead. And, Mark allowed this? Chazen, has to win! He is a Godless piece of shit. They don’t want a Man of God around them – and their art!

Robert Miles – Vietnam Vet

Robert W. Miles is my father-in-law. He is five months younger then me. He met my mother in a bar in Reseda California, and then, left for Vietnam. He told Rosemary if he survived, he would marry her. I do not know the date of their marriage.

At my wedding reception, Robert got into a discussion with Tim O’Connor, the son of a famous actor of the same name. He told Tim about the horrific things he and his platoon did to produce a body-count, they coming to understand that is why they are there for, and that was what was expected of them. Robert was very volatile, and suffered from PTSD. My wife was friends of the Mimi Baez, Joan’s sister. I was very anti-war.

Rosemary and Robert smoked pot, and owned two white doves.Robert loved Rosemary’s grandchildren, and took them camping. Robert was born in Luzerne Pennsylvania a coal and steel town, nt unlike Chariton, the town in the movie ‘The Deer Hunter’. That movie was based upon the book
“The Man Who Came To Play” by Louis Garfinkle.

In Rosemary’s box, I found a piece of paper she saved. She would snatch my writing she found, and hide it away. I can recall writing it. The first part is missing. I speak of a young American pilot strafing a farmer with an ox in his families ancient rice paddy, with a bottle of Coca-Cola between his leg. This act of murder is all in fun, at best, a sport, but, never the preservation of democracy. There is nothing in the Constitution that bids us wipe out people who adobt a different political system then ours – nothing!

“that farmer. Why is it Dad, that you could see only so far into my future (un-readable) you could see no more; and you did send there, though I did not go; forgive (me) that I knew, you were sending me to die, and did not go.

I am sorry I did not become a man; but now only ask – What is a man?

I am sorry I am not dead; but the truth has killed me.

Oh father I have gone to war
And I wish I were home again.”

These words are a glimpse into my death-experience I was not fully aware of. I was there, on a beach in California dying of “guilt that was not mine to own”. I died alongside my peers, my brothers. Can I ever come home, the boy who did not go?

There has long been Cultural Warfare in my family who is a microcosm of the American Family. We have taken your sins upon our shoulders, fought your battles. The white birds of peace have winged their way home, and landed in Rosemary’s tree. When will the men, alas be free?

The Deer Hunter is just a movie. Where are our truths?

On the reverse side of this paper ae these words;

“The child plays
the toy boat sails across the pond (to Vietnam)
Just now the work is begun
Oh child
Look what you have done.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011


Rosamond Press


Here are some family treasures Vicki Presco owns. Included is the marriage certificate of Rudolph Stuttmeister. Instead of scanning it and making it available to the rest of the family, Vicki hoards it. She helped create our late sister’s imposter and art forger, and allows Stacey Pierrot to title herself ‘Caretaker’ which is like a ‘Curator’. Vicki showed me Christine’s autobiography that was kept from the public.

Rosemary kept her children’s achievements in her jewelry box. I did a painting of Midvale Avenue in Westwood when I was fifteen.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016

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