Memorial Day- Living in his honorable memory… My Grandpa Taggart

 

On this Memorial Day, I would like to remember one of those who died in the protection of our country, my Grandfather… Always I will be a living memory of my Grandfather of whom I am named after, he being Charles McLeister Taggart and I being the same but added in the end “ the 2nd”… And such a proud name I have, wondering if I will ever truly fulfill such a great person footsteps, though I know I have a good start in the descriptions of his memory and stories I have been told of his life…

As I grew up, one of the few memories I cherish of my father, but at 12, he gave me one of these few memories the day when he pulled from the shelves a gray box with silver dual lines and the signs of time on the edges… He told me I was the “Only son of an only song of an only son- the third generation of having our family name Taggart… Within this box, as he opened it, he told me how the namesake I was given the honor of having, my grandfather’s name… He then pulled out a black and white photo of my grandfather, in his navy suit and a smile more like a smirk and a gleam within his eyes as if he is holding within some form of happiness about to be shared in teasing for laughter, which I was told my grandmother I have the same smirk and smile too…  He gave me this photo, telling me; “Grandpa is always with you, be proud”…

The gray tattered box in his hands were the most cherished of memories my Father has of him, an envelope with the letter from the President was first opened and he read it aloud to me, the honor of my Grandfather’s passing in World War II… He explained first of his memory of his mother receiving it in early spring… Upon this fine parchment I remember seeing the President’s Seal and what later I would know where the tear marks of my grandmother upon the letter as she first read it… He read of the date the ship escort destroyer USS Frederick Davis…

Lt. Charles M. Taggart was killed along with 114 crewmates when a German U-boat off the Atlantic coast of Europe sank the USS Frederick C. Davis on April 24, 1945.

He then would take out two boxes in one was a metal of Honor, and the other a purple heart, with my name on it without the 2nd… And he would tell me his memories so few of his father, and the stories that Uncle Harry would tell him- what a great man he was- polite, honorable, intelligent and always wanting to give someone a hand to help and a smile… My Father then put all and everything into the box and put it away telling me someday he would give these things to me, as I am the last heir to his memory and the family name Taggart… This is something of all the promises my father has given but broken, I am wishful and pray he would keep at least just this one…

My Grandfather was also a great sportsmen at Syracuse University, playing both Football and Basketball and was one of the undefeated 1931 freshman basketball team…
http://www.orangehoops.org/CTaggart.htm

Syracuse University Football:
1931– The Orange outscored its opponents 238-56 en route to a 7-1-1 record.
1932– The program enjoyed its 250th victory, a 27-6 win against Oglethorpe.

The next time I am on campus I am going to go to the Sports department and see if I might find photos of my Grandfather playing basketball or football and also see if there are any of my Grandmother’s brother Uncle Al who was also a great football player for Syracuse University…  The last time I did I got kind of off target and instead got to talk to the Basketball couch at that time, but that’s another story…

Even though I was a bit rebellious of going to SU when I first finished High School I am proud now to be a third generation SU grad of my family college on both my Mom’s and Father’s sides of the family and how deep the history is there of also many cousins and uncles and aunts that also attended Syracuse University…

It was at Syracuse University my Grandmother met my Grandfather, in an illustration class, in Figure Drawing… A tale I smile in remembering my Gram telling, Gram who was in her 1st year at SU majoring in illustration… Her paper was empty as he was embarrassed to look let alone draw the male nude the class was suppose to be sketching… She would smile, as if reliving the moment again, and also seemed to blush at the thought then say; “Your grandfather was a bit of a teaser and popular with the woman and well known in the art department for his artistic abilities walked up with the professor, who was about to say something to me about her not drawing, when your grandfather said-“Oh what a beautiful drawing of a polar bear in a blizzard, but where is the man you should be drawing?” Gram would seem to blush and smile telling me he loved to make her smile with jokes…

She also told me, not only did I remind her of him, in my love of art and drawing but she and my Great Uncle Harry would say, I was artistic like him, was somewhat soft spoken as he was, even walking and carried myself physically as he did… Gram would say that I even loved fishing and hunting just as he did, loving being out in the woods and streamside enjoying nature…

Every Memorial Day, I spend a bit of time and open a box my Gram gave me, his baby book that shows 4 generations of the family tree and the first of my Taggart linage that came to the US, letters he sent her when he was off to war… I will thumb through the baby book and wonder of their lives these family members names without faces and no photos that I have of them, thinking of the photos that Gram might have had, that my father I hope my sister Beth didn’t steal… Open one of the letters and try to read it, but even though it has been now 20 years that I have owned these parchments and his beautiful handwriting and a love that seems to even glow within these sweet words, I have yet to ever finish one with out some tears falling down my cheek… Even now I have this box to my left, computer in front of me and an espresso to my right, just the thought to touch the paper that also holds marks of tears upon them, I feel my eyes start to water some…

So I sit thinking of Gram and Uncle Harry’s stories of Grandpa Taggart… He was my Great Uncle Harry’s best friend in High School and introduced Uncle Harry to my Gram’s sister Harriet… My Cousin Nancy would tell me that the love between Uncle Harry and Aunt Harriet was that which you could see a glow around of true love and that same glow was also around Gram and Grandpa Taggart, somewhat a legendary love within our family, it being so deep… This too I could see each time Gram would talk of Grandpa Taggart… She would even tell me to my extreme surprise that he brought her to a Speak Easy and how he was so light upon his feet as he danced with her to big band music of the 30’s…

Each fall, while I was at Syracuse I would also go back home or go to the woods near Syracuse and go hunting and fishing… Bringing back venison, rabbit, pheasant and grouse or fish I might catch to share with Gram and Grandpa Davis. She would tell me of how Grandpa Taggart would go hunting and fishing with the Minister of the Church in Malone and bring back small game for Gram to cook or venison… She would tell me she never cared much for Venison till I started to bring it home as I think Grandpa Taggart was having it butchered wrong… She then grew to really enjoy my filling their freezer with venison and each meal she would tell me some stories of Grandpa Taggart bring home small game or fish he would get with Uncle Harry or the minister… I like to think that my Grandfather would be proud of my hunting and fishing as Uncle Harry use to also fish and helped in teaching me how to hike and use a compass to navigate the woods of streams he and my grandfather had fished and laughed…  It is these simple memories and stories that Gram and Uncle Harry would tell me of Grandpa Taggart always think to when I am out in the woods or streamside…

It is these memories and stories of a man I am named after but never met, that I hope I can somehow live up to be just as honorable, caring of others and be able to give just as many smiles in my jokes and laughter as he, my grandfather, Charles M. Taggart…

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Why Has New York State Tourism Not Partnered with Foursquare

Pennsylvania State’s official tourism website, VisitPA.com announced last week that they partnered with Foursquare.com being the 1st state to use a location based application to help attract tourism…  Foursquare is a fairly new Tech start-up located in New York City; Mayor Bloomberg wants more start-up tech firms to start in NYC too…  Why hasn’t New York City and New York State’s I♥NY Tourism Departments partnered up with Foursquare yet?

The tourism department of Pennsylvania is the first state to do this, but it isn’t the first to partner with Foursquare.com and see this as a great advertising benefit; the city of Chicago’s tourism department also recently announced their partnering with them too…

Foursquare users can state what restaurant, business or location they are and it is tweeted on Twitter.com to their friends, so one friend tweeting this their friends might go and their friends and so on, the best word of mouth advertising one could ask for, just one post could let all of your friends on Twitter know you are there and through searches can also highlight that location to others, how you rate it, possible discounts and so forth, and all this too can be posted to your Twitter account… TweetDeck has even in their last couple updates of .34.2 added a new feature where you can also pull up the map from where the person posted their location and see how to get there… This should be a great benefit for town city county and state tourism…

Foursquare has a user base of over 1 million users, hard to ignore these kinds of numbers for possible advertising.  New York’s official tourism website iloveny.com has a Twitter account, @i_LOVE_NY with over 24,180 followers…  If they partnered with Foursquare with an effective social networking campaign, it would attract more people to see New York State, even be able to link the posts through the Twitter account from followers there and Re-Tweet it for all to see that follow them…

It would also be a job creator in encouraging more towns, county’s and Cities to update their websites and business to create or update their websites that link to Foursquare.com.  More advertising equals more tourism, which means more jobs and state sales tax revenue…

If New York State tourism department where to partner with Foursquare, think of the possible jobs and income this choice could make…   It would allow more people to know what is happening across NY State to go visit and enjoy the beauty of New York State with it’s many events and tourist attractions…

Foursquare Partners with VisitPA


VisitPA & Foursquare Become Partners

Pennsylvania state’s official tourism website, VisitPA has partnered with Foursquare to help it’s tourism, their the FIRST state to partner with a location based Application to help attract tourism…

Foursquare is a fairly new Tech start-up in New York City and the city Mayor Bloomberg wants more start-up tech firms in NYC, but New York State’s Tourism Department can’t even figure out the great opportunity it has of it’s own businesses within it’s state…  Pennsylvania’s Tourism Department isn’t the first to partner with Foursquare; the city of Chicago’s Tourism Department also recently announced this too…

So Pennsylvania is now jumping ahead of many other states in being the first to attract tourism to come to their beautiful state using a Location Based Application such as Foursquare…  I tip my hat to the person who came up with this idea to partner with Foursquare, he or she deserves a raise!!!

These Location Based Applications are becoming very popular with Smartphone users…  Foursquare has a user base of over 1 million users, Gowalla over 150,000 users and maybe that isn’t huge numbers with over 45.5 million people in the United States who own SmartPhones -“Yet”, but both Location Based Applications companies are still new and growing daily…  Kind of hard to ignore these kind of numbers and with the recent sales that have been going on of iPhones in Walmart selling the iPhone 3Gs, there will be even more and more users soon to be using these location based applications…  SmartPhones are no longer being just the used and owned by the financial or technical elite…

I wrote some of in a past Article; “Is Rural Business ready for Foursquare and Gowalla Location Based Applications?” In how businesses and small towns not having good or any websites to support users of location based applications on SmartPhones such as Foursquare or Gowalla…  All states have a tourism department and most counties and cities do too even small towns have a website highlighting their local activities…  If you’re a web site designer you need to help these small towns and the businesses within them catch up to the times of the Internet, a very good opportunity for a new website designer and also experienced web designers…

If you’re a restaurant, hotel or a business that relies on tourism, you would be a fool not to hire a GOOD website designer that can both design you a well designed and functional working website and add for you these location based application advertising for your business to attract customers and clients…

Foggy Mornings and the Simple Joys of an Artist

Foggy Morning

Another Windsor & Newton day, all in fog as if a water color in reverse… Slowly, so slowly the shapes, of lines and images of seeming shadows of the surroundings emerging out of the fog, to show the trees forming into view as the white mist slowly dissipates to show the beauty of color that fills the valley, as I sit sipping an espresso listening to the morning songs of birds…

For those who don’t know Windsor & Newton is a European watercolor paint I have grown to love over the years, it’s pigments so full and the slight sweet smell I sense as I open a tube still sends chills of the excitement of creation when looking at an empty sheet white watercolor paper…  Often the smell of good watercolor paper is fowl if you soak it for a wet wash of the pigment that flows off the sable hairs of the fine brushes that Windsor & Newton make…

The old pear tree starts to spread it’s branches and new leaves of spring out of the fog and mist, and further behind it the shadows of what I know are maple and oak trees that line the edge of my wetlands…  This Pear tree that no longer produced the large fruit it once did when I was young and in my teens, now rushing towards the middle 40’s the memories of youth, jumping and reaching, or bringing the ladder out to pick those sweet pears brings a smile…  I never really cared for the texture of the outer skin but with pocket knife in hand, I would carefully carve off it’s outer layer on one side to sink my teeth into it’s sweet body, as the juices would often flow down my chin, not caring taking another bite enjoying it’s sweetness…

I sit on the back porch staring at this old pair tree slowly coming out of the mist with memories giving me a smile…  I notice watching a pair of Morning Doves on a branch that seemed to be sharing their morning care together…  Their soft throaty voices queuing softly to each other, as they seem to also share morning kisses together…  Then the whooshing sound of their wings as one takes the step off the branch and spreads it’s wings to fly off into the white mist followed by the other…

Off in the mist out in the wetlands where the Doves disappeared in the fog I hear the honking of some of the Canadian Geese that nest out there…  Knowing that again a pair has taken as their home near an old stump where I have stacked branches in the middle of winter’s freeze a teepee that I know is surrounded by the swamp grass and still shadowed by an old oak tree on one of the islands out in the wetlands…  For 15 years now this location has had pairs that march their little goslings out that follower their mother with soft peeping voices that can only make one smile at the sight…  The little fluffy yellow with dark brown heads trying to keep up with their mother in the water under the and around the water’s brush…

I look to my old studio and the Dutch door I once upon a time built of thick pine board…

My Old Studio, built in 1982,renovated from a Chicken Shack in 1992 into my Studio

The need to get inside that now fills my mind and heart, the need and desire to create, wanting the smell of the sweet pigments of watercolors and inks that mix with the sounds of morning songs of birds…  the touch of textured cold press watercolor paper and hot press smoothness that are white needing only a soft pencil rough sketch to fill it’s emptiness…  I need to get out there and fix the storm damage of last fall, to unpack again those boxes of art materials and supplies, and dust off the old drawing table so mornings such as this I can be enjoying the views the sounds and smells while creating of images that hide behind the white fogs that are just empty watercolor paper… How I love to be an Artist…

My Hero, My Mom- Neenah Kromer

My Mom, Neenah Kromer

One of the most influential people in my life has been my Mom, Neenah Kromer, but she didn’t just influence me, she has become one of my heroes too…  Yes we all love our mothers and how much love and care they pour into us from the time we are born, through childhood, teenage years and every day of our lives we are a major part of their cares, worries, hearts and thoughts…  But for me, My Mom is really special, as she has given to me so much more then just knowing how to tie me to walking, talk, which fork or spoon to use and the basics of life, she taught me will power and responsibility and not giving up and one of the largest things, to be myself for whom I am and not live under other’s shadows…

Pride of my Family History she gave me too…  My grandfather was a professor at Julliard teaching classical Piano and Church Organ Music.

Vernon deTar, Photograph by Yousuf Karsh

My Mom was accepted at her Father’s Amimoto, Syracuse University, studying to be a Voice major in the Visual and Performing Arts College… She had already had a couple of albums with her and my Grandfather singing church music and song- a beautiful voice even today, a voice as if she being an angel… He also was the Organ and Choirmaster at Church of the Ascension in New York City… He received Syracuse University’s highest awards, the Arents Award… Through the deTar name a cousin of mine traced it back to one of the three ships of Columbus, the Nina, where one of the Lady’s in waiting of the French King’s court had escaped the French Revolution with her head…  They also traced it back to the first use of the stamp for letters, and to be proud of her part of my family history with great uncles and Aunts that where a Doctors and a Nun…

Nina deTar as a student at Syracuse University

But one thing bothered her while in Syracuse University, she was always introduced as Vernon deTar’s daughter and not as Nina deTar for her own achievements…  This too I also had the chance to experience while I also was at Syracuse, and I also grew to kind of stay away as often as I could from the being introduced as Vernon deTar’s grandson, though now I have more pride in this, as I have also achieved my own self wealth, and now take more pride in my family history but like to not depend on it…  Does add to very interesting conversations though, and I do take great pride now in knowing his history too… Because of this my Mom taught me in this way to “Stand on my own merits” and it wasn’t until recently I started to talk to others of who my family was and their history…

Mom changed from being a Voice Major in the College of Performing Arts the School of Education, obtaining bachelors of Education from Syracuse University with final classes with me inside of her… She often would tell me laughing the story of how her last professor would make sure she was comfortable and his great worries she would give birth in his class…

As a child, I’ve memories of visiting my Grandfather in New York City.  It was here she taught me of the beauty of Art in its many facets…  In the Church of the Ascension beautiful art stained glass windows paintings murals and building architecture…  Memories of her and Grandpa deTar walking through the Metropolitan Museum of Fine Arts the wonder in my eyes of paintings, sculptures and so many kinds of artworks…  How she always supported and encouraged me to follow my dreams of becoming an artist even excepting somewhat my drawing on walls as a child later buying me proper art supplies watercolor, oils paints and charcoal…

Her life has also been filled with so many people that makes me sit back in wonder of the Who’s-who’s of culture and history she had the chance to meet and share life and learning with…

Eleanor Roosevelt Portrait

In stories she tells me, my sister with her children of who taught her which of tea time with one of my Grandfather’s friends, Eleanor Roosevelt whom enjoyed his organ playing so much within Episcopal Church of the Ascension, 5th Avenue at 10th Street, New York City where she use to sing in the Choir…  How Eleanor Roosevelt had her and her friends after school for Tea Time, there how to set a table and the proper way of sipping tea, in little tea parties she would hold for the young women from her school…

In my youthful hell raising days Mom would tell me of her helping tutoring

Chuck Mangione

Chuck Mangione an American flugelhorn player and composer who achieved international success in the jazz-pop scene…  Mom would give some examples of the 60’s artist scene and how she knew of things regarding my youthful hell raising days…  How often she would play his music and I would listen to his playing, as she would tell me of her knowing and helping him through college at Syracuse…  Through my listening to her collection of his albums I grew to enjoy Jazz music…

While she was working at Cornell she was the secretary of Henry Louis “Skip” Gates, Jr.

Henry Louis “Skip” Gates, Jr., B.A., Ph.D

an American literary critic, educator, scholar, writer, editor, public intellectual and He was the first African American to receive the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation Fellowship…  She gave me the chance to meet him and also some of the people that came through his office he knew such as

Nobel Prize Winner Wole Soyinka

Nobel Prize Winner, Wole Soyinka…  She was also able to allow me to meet some of these great people that will leave their print on American and world history, such an enlighten…  She taught me not to see people as color, but for whom they truly are within…

I was in 9th grade when my Mom was able to get something she had ever wanted a small farmsted an old salt box styled house dating back to around 1875 with a nice sized Dutch styled barn and about 5 acres, half of which was wetlands…  We started to raise pigs and a couple beef cows and got to the point of having 24 head of dairy cows…  She also had great joy in having ducks and chickens, and a very large garden…  Heating with firewood I started to do the firewood to heat the house and learned to do chores of taking care of the animals and milking…  Here she taught me major responsibility, how to do a large garden the enjoyments of it’s harvest…  It was also this property that I got to start to do carpentry, building and renovations within the old house…  A farm I now have it begin a 2nd generation ownership and great pride in the last 20 years of renovations I have put into this old family farmstead…  Hobbies, appreciation of owning a property and the enjoyments of animals and gardens because of my Mom…

While I was in High School, my Mom started suffering from a very bad back…  It got to the point where she finally had to go in for surgery on her spine…  She had a spinal tap and for a few seconds her heart didn’t pump, she died, but it suddenly started to pump again…  I feel an angel was around then, knowing this wasn’t her time, and helped my Mom back into her Body then- I like to think it was Grandma deTar…  This back problem though was so hard on her she needed to stop working for a while, it didn’t stop my Mom, she learned to grit her teeth and bare this insane pain, she still worked on the farm she had bought…  She would do some of the milking and not be afraid of pushing a cow or a pig to where they should be, would drag bags of grain or bails of hay to help feed them and for years she also would buy coal in 100 pound bags for heating the farm house…  She taught me to bare the pains, to go forward and do what truly needed to be done for family and friends…

It gave me happiness when I first graduated High School to see my Mom in tears of joy in watching me graduate from High School, lets say I was a handful with my “girl chasing, fast cars, fast living and hell raising” days…  The happiness she had in her eyes when I was accepted and planned to go off to College in Boston at Chamberlain Jr. College will always stick in my mind, she was so happy and also very supportive of my going into the Arts… Later when I finally was accepted to Syracuse University, she glowed with deep happiness and pride, I would be the third generation through her and my Grandpa deTar, to become a Syracuse University Alumni…  She is still very proud of this part of my life and my achievements…  It was her inspiration and pushing me to go to college and to acquire a life of learning and giving of your self…

When I finished and came back to this town without a stoplight Mom has been involved with the 19 years of volunteering in the town Ambulance squad…  She helped raise money for them to get an Ambulance garage new ambulances and her volunteer work she also would make run after run, some times never sleeping, helping people…  She and I also joined the beginning years of the Candor Chamber of Commerce and she was on the committee that helped to write the bi-laws that this Chamber still uses…  The pride in her eyes later when I would become the Web Master, a Director on the board then finally a Vice President of the Town Chamber also gives me pride as she was one of the founding members and so implemental in it’s beginning days…  She also was proud when I was a major idea and supporter and founding member of the Candor Economic Development Committee…  She taught me to give of yourself and your abilities to help others…

Two years ago, my Mom was diagnosed with having Lung Cancer…  She had recently remarried a very Great fellow,

My Mom on her wedding day with her husband Rick Kromer

who is also earning my deep respect in his views and life as I get to learn more about his life’s history- Rick.  In her learning she got Cancer, they started to do Chemo treatments on her, the really heavy hard kind…  This was so hard on her; she not only lost her hair, but also suffered greatly in loosing energy, and even fainting several times…  But this didn’t stop my Mom; she would do a hat to protect her skin, but not to hide her lack of hair…  And she continued to work her part time jobs, not giving up as often some do… She has stopped the heavy treatments of radiation and has been going through a less evasive form, which she is now able to feel a bit better, not loosing as much energy or her hair…  she even took major pride when her hair started to come back curly, joking; “All these years of getting perms and finally I have what I enjoy and don’t need to spend so much time after a shower on my hair”…  She still amazes me each day and every time I share some time with her, learning a bit more of her history, the people she knew and those in her life I didn’t know about as I was a child and blind to seeing the small world children life in…

Her life and the people and places she has had in her life, the places she has been and experiences I haven’t enough space to continue to go into some details off… I have been trying to get her to write an Autobiography of her life as I am leaving so many people she has met and places she has seen out of this…  And I will continue to try to get her to write this too… Once I am able to sell the farm and move down near her we also will be creating a DVD of Grandfather’s life, his achievements and his music…  When I finally open my Internet Café, I hope to she will also be able to help me with it to have classes of teaching older people how to use the computer and get online… So many things I seem to be leaving out of her life and how those too earned me such deep respect in her…  An amazing person and humble and she has given so much of herself and her life to others, this too she taught me…

You combine all of this together and my Mom becomes a living hero to me!!! For all she has taught me and in how deeply she has also earned my undying respect in her… She isn’t just my mother, she is a friend, a past & future business partner and will always be my hero- My Mom, Neenah Kromer…

Happy Belated Mother’s Day Mom, you mean the world to me!!!!

Dogs, Laughter and the Abominable Snowman…

Cool droplets of dew fall between my toes, as I watch my furry companions romp, run and chase each other in a morning frolic through the dew laden grass and weeds in the side yard between the house and the barn on this overcast Windsor & Newton slightly foggy morning…

As I sit upon a log that I had dropped last fall that I hadn’t yet finished cutting into 22” long lengths for hauling to my log splitter for firewood… I laugh some as Saxy came running at full speed, leaping in sear beauty of body in motion clearing the 22” thick log with no problem at all… She being a Saint Bernard and now five years old, a master of her long legs in the ability to run with long strides that clear 9-12 feet in each bound of sear enjoyment of speed, a sight to see for a large dog…

This is when I start to laugh… Snowy who is a year and a half old and won’t reach full maturity for another year, still very much in his puppy mode… He wanting and trying so hard to keep up with him mother seems to get wide-eyed at the sight of the log, slows some, almost to a stop, then jumps up, paws first on top of the log, hind legs catching up, then leaps off in his fiendish attempt to catch up with his mother… The two round around the path I have towards the back of the old pasture behind the barn, rounding the corner, then seeming both there attention seems to focus on more then the joy of their game of speed, running and ear-tag…

As I sit straddling the maple tree log enjoying sipping my first mug of espresso… Spring is here and I am in shorts and enjoying my sandals and the feel of the cool dew between my toes… The morning air is full of the sounds of the morning songs of birds, as they seem to call out their happiness of the morning light and beginning of the day… Further back behind the barn, into my wetlands I can also hear the sound of the several pairs of geese honking their good mornings to each other…

Suddenly I can see Saxy seem to stand up on her hind legs some, looking through the tall weeds to one side closer to the barn, at something that caught her attention… Snowy didn’t seem to notice the movement in the tall grass, yet… He piles into Snowy in a leap of playful enjoyment, nipping at her ears some as all dogs seem to do in this game of dogs love to play…

What Saxy attention is caught on is one of the rabbits that lives behind the barn… Suddenly I see a new game start, as the movement in the grass ten feet away from Saxy starts to make the tall grass… A zigzag line and pursuit of this new game of “Catch the Rabbit, or as I like to call with these players- “Wabbit” in an “Elmer Fudd” cartoon character way…

Warner Bros. Looney Tunes animated cartoon Character- The Abominable Snowman

They both speed off again in a faster more excited form of running, trying to catch the Wabbit… Winning this game, the Wabbit finds his hole under an old large maple tree stump, and then the two pursuers sit there intently staring down the Wabbit-Hole… I call it “Wabbit” in this as I think to Warner Brothers’ Looney Tunes animated cartoon of the Abominable Snowman… How the Abominable Snowman catches Donald Duck in a make shift hat with ears, thinking he is a a rabbit say’s; “Ahhh a Cute Little Bunny Wabbit”, than he says; “I will name you George and will hug him, pet him and squeeze him”… Thinking to the Saint Bernard’s in this sense more like the Abominable Snowman, as they aren’t hunting dogs… How I laugh thinking and seeing this sight…

Ahhhh, the love, enjoyment and laughter of having dogs that fills one’s soul…

Making a difference- Mark Horvath of InvisiblePeople.tv is a Hero for all!

Mark Horvath– 15 years ago he was a TV exec. 14 years ago he ended up homeless on Hollywood Blvd. Mark started a homeless awareness vlog (Video Blog) to raise awareness about homelessness in America, he started Invisible People TV- http://invisiblepeople.tv

Mark grew up in the Binghamton, New York area. He described a couple days before Mother’s day, that he was a bad boy… He had a rough hell raising teenage life, being involved in drugs and having too much fun that wasn’t good… He considers his Mother his True Hero, for all she did for him in his life, putting up with him and teaching him to stand up for himself and what is truly right… After hearing him talk about him Mom, I can truly understand just how much he respects her and cares for her…

Mark Horvath Interviewing a homeless person for his online show InvisablePeople.TV

Mark: “I don’t know that I’m driven by passion. I don’t see any other choice in what I do. I really don’t. I help homeless people. I didn’t wake up one day and say “this is my career move…” It just happened. I once had a great career in television and I ended up homeless on Hollywood Boulevard…I did everything both good and bad a person can do in Los Angeles. When I first hit the streets homeless I didn’t know how I was going to survive. I had a 6-foot iguana…I was sitting on the wall (by the Chinese theater), with my head in the lap…and asking “How am I going to live?” Some tourist pull up and they get out of the bus and ask “Can I take a picture of your iguana?” I said “for a dollar,” and they all started handing me dollars. That’s how I became the lizard man of Hollywood – that’s how I survived.”

Mark uses Social Media and Web 2.0 to help bring awareness of the pain, suffering, hardship and successes of homeless people of America and what they go through…

Mark Horvath interviewing a homeless person in their makeshift tent...

He is using Twitter, FaceBook, YouTube, Ustream and his blog interviewing homeless people to help bring awareness to this huge problem…

If you want to make a difference, you can follow him on twitter, Become a fan on FaceBook or go to this vlog and website to find out how you can help his cause in helping fellow American citizens in their struggles of hardships that these hard times and life that are creating Invisible People… I have been able to virtually meet, chat and listen to Mark online through Social Media, through Twitter and in his InvisablePeople.TV, he’s truly an amazing person and has a heart of gold, helping people who truly need help, doing the right thing in Making a Difference…

Mark is now one of my hero’s and a hero he should be for all!!!

I hope to someday be able to meet him in person and shake his hand!!! I will do and try as soon as I possibly can to help him in this cause of helping Invisible People… This being the fist thing for now I can do and offer to him, writing a little about him and his cause and try to help get the message out… My way of saying thank you for sharing your story and in talking every so often via Twitter… Again, your one of my Hero’s Mark!!!

You can see some Mark Horvath’s interviews or follow him, check out the following links:

Website: http://invisiblepeople.tv
FaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/invisiblepeopletv

Twitter: http://twitter.com/hardlynormal
YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/user/invisiblepeopletv
Ustream: WhatGives with Mark Horvath http://www.ustream.tv/user/WhatGives
Ustream: http://www.ustream.tv/user/hardlynormal
Ustream: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/invisblepeople-tv

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