Monday, March 30, 2009

Saturday Shake Down

There are a few spur of the moment times in one's life that, thinking back on, seem so ridiculous and improbable in your daily routine, that you sort of wonder if it ever really happened at all.

Saturday, March 28th was one of those nights.

It all started the way it usually starts: we were bored and were trying to find something to do. Ryan had gotten an events email with this peculiar (yet enticing) blurb:
Shake(hands)(booty)(milk) Shake hands. Shake your booty. Enjoy a milkshake. I'll bet, if you're the least bit like me, you have always dreamed of these things ... These things all having to do with the magical word Shake, coming together into beautiful union, one place, one time: HiChristina. Well starlights, your wait is over. By visiting HiChristina tonight, you will behold the ultimate shake experience. .....Continuous film, improvisation and performances will be happening throughout this delightful Saturday evening. Come to learn, dance and make romance.
Who wouldn't be curious? Any place that gave free milkshakes was okay in my book. A $5 donation was cheaper than a $12 movie or a $10 bar bust, so onward we went to Grand St. Brooklyn!

When we found the small storefront with it's lonely projector screen and a glowing green torso manican, we walked on. Little creepy. We would wait it out until more victims came. And so we camped out in the cafe across the street, as Tory joined us.

By 9pm we got the courage to knock on their door as a cluster of people had gathered inside to watch a picture slideshow. A blonde girl in a leopard print frock and black leggings greeted us, welcoming us in and promptly asking for a donation. We gave her cash, tummies rumbling for milkshakes.

We were introduced to the small group: Christina, the blonde, had a dreamy look, and was sure she had seen me somewhere before.

Fritz was gangly and wearing loose leopard print pants which clearly showed his junk swinging as his body did the same.
Caroline was an older woman wearing a black beret and coat, of the beatnick type.
One girl had bright red short, scraggly hair, that only till later did we discover to be a wig.
Chris, our "handshake expert," seemed slightly out of place in a dapper blazer, velvet scarf, thick rimmed black Ray Bans & an [almost] pompadour.

We were giggly and felt a bit awkward, seeing as how we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into, but the hell with it anyway. Also, Tory took this time explain how she knew a girl who asked her boyfriend to get slap her with a fish during intercourse, and how they went shopping for fish together. She and Chris had a lengthy discussion about what fish she would choose, as not all fish are the same size. Salmon perhaps?

Meanwhile, Christina and Fritz began their warm up shake. There was a whole lot of shaking going on (including the aforementioned Fritz junk). It was almost an interpretive dance. Then all of us had to go up in pairs to do a "spur-of-the-moment" shake. Tory tried to show Ryan how to move his didn't work. Chris and I went up, and I randomly twirled on one foot while shaking my finger ala 1920..... I would.

This was followed by a decicion to go from milkshakes to frappes with root beer and then to ice cream sandwiches, as there were no ingredients for the latter two. Sad, but ice cream was yummy and a good, normal distraction from the craziness.

Sticky-fingered, we formulated our own secret handshakes with our partners, incorporating snaps, wiggles, flips, handstands and [my own invention] sassy scarf swipes. The finale was Christina and Fritz's bare butt-on-butt action.

We sat down. Looked at eachother, half laughing and half wondering what the fuck was going on. All we could do was smile and engrain this moment in our brains for all time.

Two Australians and some other random people joined from outside to see what the commotion was about. Some pimply, stubbled creepster approached me asking, "Are you from Eastern Europe? You look it. You look like all the girls I previously went out with, and every one of them was named Monica." The conversation ended there.

After doing some booty shaking, we all felt it was time to skidattle from the colorful crowd. Chris and Georgia (the Australian) suggested we grab a drink, which we all quite needed in fact. We said our goodbyes with Fritz and Christina nearly following us out the door and begging us to come again. Under Chris' gigantor umbrella, we walked to a crowded bar and found a nice velvet plush seat to sink into.

I grabbed Ryan a $3 PBR, and then tried to ask the bartender what mixed and well drinks they had. After waiting about 5 minutes for him to sluggishly find the man who had ordered a Stella, he looked at me dumbfounded.

"That is the stupidest questions I've ever heard. How do I know?"

Um, I dont know, maybe because you're the freakin' BARTENDER. I didn't need a drink anyway.

Mood almost ruined, if not for the good company. We all had a grand 'ol time relishing in the events of the night, and vowed to meet again.

Next night was the First Run Film Fest at NYU. See my other blog for all the juicy details.

All in all, what did we learn? That "foozle" is another for "fart."

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Childhood Revisited...again...

In lieu of the new trailer that just came out for Spike Jonze's film adaptation for, "Where the Wild Things Are," (which looks amazing since they decided to knock off the CG character attempts), and the upcoming 3D animated, "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" (which, I already fear, looks atrocious), I have compiled a list of children's books to celebrate those wonderful stories and illustrations that I have cherished so much over the years. And will continue to, no matter what my age.

My mom is the one I should give all the credit too. She always encouraged me to read early, and to appreciate the many facets of a good children's book. Just because it was meant for the young, doesn't mean it didn't have artistic value. To this day, she refuses to throw out or give away any of her favorites.

For awhile I thought about being a children's book author or illustrator, and had a couple of pretty good attempts. I think my firsts were "Tara's Book of Big Cats," and "The Parrot and Computer on a Stick"......I was four, it was forgivable...

So, without further adieu, here is yet another venture into the past!

Tomie DePaola
Strega Nona The Legend of the Indian Paintbrush The Popcorn Book, Pancakes for Breakfast

-Back in the days of being a little tike, this guy was what I considered a celebrity. I actually got to wait on line and meet the author himself, and I still have my autographed books. Strega Nona was a great way for mom to harp on my Italian lineage.

Allen Say
Tree of Cranes, My Grandfather's Journey, The Boy of the Three-Year Nap
- My mom's favorite author...or one them anyway (you'll come to find that there were many.) Note to self: trying to make paper cranes for mom's b-day...actually very difficult. Buy book instead.

Chris van Allsburg
Jumanji, The Polar Express, Two Bad Ants
- Not many people know about Two Bad Ants. That is sad. I would read this over and over again. I think this is what fueled my desire to constantly play with real ants, while subjecting them to adventurous situations that for an actual tiny ant, were probably incredibly harrowing and dangerous. Like leaving one floating on a packing peanut in the middle of my kiddie pool, with only a cookie crumb for survival. What? He was going on a trip.

Jan Brett
The Mitten. The Wild Christmas Reindeer
- My mom always said that the one thing she wanted was for Jan Brett to illustrate Hans Christian Anderson's "Snow Queen."

Alexandra Day
Carl's Christmas, Carl's Masquerade
- They were only picture books, but the illustrations were pretty and the story touching. A baby and her dog...the tame precursor to Buttons and Mindy.

Maurice Sendack
Chicken Soup With Rice, Where the Wild Things Are, Little Bear, Pierre
- I too, could eat Chicken Soup on a crocodile along the Nile, but I'd rather it have noodles. Also, Wild Things....creeped me out. My mom loves it though.

Lane Smith
The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales, The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
- (No, not the same Lane Smith from Lois and Clark.) These books were all the rage at the Harmony Elementary School book fair.

Satoshi Kitamura
Angry Arthur, When Sheep Cannot Sleep, U.F.O. Diary
- Where do I begin? This artwork was my first intro to Japanese art. My mother, of course, was the one who first became hooked, and we would turn every night into Woolly Lamby's sleepless journey. Angry Arthur, however, had by far the best story and the craziest illustrations I'd ever seen. Think Terry Guilliam meets Miyazaki. Seriously. Go get these books. Then you'll realize why I am the way I am. And if anyone can buy me UFO Diary, since my copy was destroyed in a terrible bed-wetting accident...please. My inner child would once again be at peace.

Janet & Allan Ahlberg
The Jolly Postman books
- Even fairytale people need the postal service. And now you are privy to all their private mail! Seriously, this was cool; you could open letters within the book and read stuff. There was even a Tom Thumb pull out brochure!

Stephen T. Johnson
Alphabet City
- Ahh. I loved New York even then.

Gerald McDermott
Raven: A Trickster Tale from the Pacific Northwest, Arrow to the Sun
- The illustrations in Arrow to the Sun are pretty dyno-mite. I mean look at the cover, it was like tripping on LSD.......only for children.

Jon Stone
There's a Monster At the End of this Book
- Your furry pal, Grover, and his illogical fear of danger. Quite the psychological twist.....the monster is HIM! First copy was the victim of our washing machine (don't ask how it got in there.) But luckily, we found a new one at the dollar store.

Joanna Cole and Bruce Degen
The Magic School Bus series
- My favorites were the weather subjects, and when they went into Arnold's stomach after he ate too many carrot flavored crunchies and turned orange. The PBS series was just as engaging, but it didn't have the cool notes that were always on the side of each page.

Jerry Pinkney
The Talking Eggs: A Folktale from the American South

H. A. Rey
Curious George
- Oh that George! Always getting into mischief. Luckily, he's so darned cute, which wouldn't be the case if he was drawn to look like a real monkey.

Ed Young
Lon Po Po: A Red-Riding Hood Story from China
- Creepy. Fucking. Cover.

Arnold Lobel
Frog and Toad, Fables
- Another story of two friends that is just s darling, it makes my eyes foggy.

Eric Carl
The Caterpillar, Pancake, Pancakes
- What can I say? I just really like pancakes.

Ludwig Bemelmans
The Madeline series
- "In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls, in two s
traight lines." Ms. Clavel's nun habit and her "something is not rights" were a little freaky, but I liked that when Madeline got her appendix out, she saw a crack in the shape of a rabbit on the ceiling. Things only a kid would notice.

Lois Ehlert
Eating the Alphabet
- This colorful, Eric-Carl-esque book about veggies and fruits taught me many things about food that I never knew, like there's such thing as a "Starfruit," and a veggie called "Radicchio."

Felicia Bond
Four Valentines in a Rainstorm
- I don't know why I liked this book. I think it was because it was a small sized book. I always had a small book fetish. But it was a cute story, where animals were given valentines. I could never remember the name when I went to the library to find it over and over again.

Ezra Jack Keats
The Snowy Day, The Trip, Whistle Willie
- My mom's favorite book was The Snowy Day, and we had this VHS tape about Ezra himself, with a video board of each story. The Trip was the coolest, with weird music and a Halloween theme. It inspired me to make my own shadowbox, and did the same for my little sister , Lili, ten years later.

The Velveteen Rabbit
- I would purposely avoid this book so I wouldn't get upset. This story always made me cry, especially when they have to burn the toys, and the rabbit cries when his boy forgets him. (WTF?! kids are reading this, and now you've scarred them for life)It reminded me of my brother's attachment to his polar bear, Bo-bie.

Judi Barrett
Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, Return to Chewandswallow
Food falls from the sky! It's a great concept; grandpa tells his kids the story of the land of Chewandswallow, where the weather is edible. And guess what's in it.....a giant pancake!!!

Shel Silverstein
The Giving Tree, Where the Sidewalk Ends
I can still recite "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout" in her refusal to take the garbage out. The drawings in this book are out of this world, but I remember some hard-ass parents tried to get this banned cause they showed *gasp* a naked derrière! (As if we didn't see one EVERY DAY.) But the best of his works is definitely, "The Giving Tree," which is a story that still brings a tear to my ear.

Graeme Base
The Eleventh Hour
Okay, this was the coolest book, and let me tell you why: the story was a "Whodunnit" mystery, but in order to figure it out, you had to follow the clues that were masterfully hidden into each page, within the ornately drawn borders, in the form of images or numbers. The drawings themselves are exquisite, so you won't mind reading over and over again. My mom would not let me open the sealed packet in the back that explained each clue and ultimately led to the solution, but after awhile I had to. Base spins a curious web....

Robert Kraus
The Spider, Fly and Ladybug series
- Simple drawings, but you ain't never seen a cuter spider. And of course, the fly is an asshole.

William Steig
Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, The Amazing Bone
For anyone that has not read these books yet, it is a MUST, no matter what the age. Sylvester gets turned into a rock, a pig finds a bone that talks...and the best part is my mom used to read them to me with different voices for the animals.

Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Boxcar Children
- The first book was the best. They lived in a boxcar! That's awesome!

Vera B. Williams
A Chair for My Mother
- A cute story. And it was on Reading Rainbow!

Munro Leaf
The Story of Ferdinand

Alice & Martin Provensen
A Visit to William Blake's Inn: Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers
- My first introduction to the word "marmalade."

Peggy Parish
Amelia Bedelia
- Hahah. She tried to make a sponge cake with an actual sponge. So silly.

Marcia Brown
Stone Soup

- Hahah, they tried to make soup with stones.........Oh wait, that actually worked.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Zortians! @=(:)

Ever wonder where my crazy sounding AIM/Hotmail name (amongst others) comes from?

Once upon a time, when I was a youngin', my neighbor, Sandy, bought me "Ed Emberley's Big Green Drawing Book," since whenever she saw me, I was always drawing. I had never heard of the illustrator, who used simple shapes to teach one how to draw just about anything.

I flipped through the dragons, animals and other green things, until I reached the section on "Zortians." Zortians were really just a conglomeration of green circles in the shape of an alien, with three stick legs, a pig-like snout and seemingly one large eyeball. I was immediately hooked.

Why do I draw funky green space creatures all the time as a signature? Is it "zort" (as in the Pinky exclamation) or "zortian" (like "martian")?

I started drawing zortians (or "zorts" as I quickly shortened it to, after their home planet's namesake) on EVERYTHING. First it was mimicking Emberley's drawings. Then I started to imagine what a Zortian world would look like, and even came up with a story about visiting the planet "Zort" myself.

When I started middle school, I would draw them during class, on tests and worksheets, as they took on human personalities by sarcastically mocking writing samples, pointing out math equations and rules, and generally keeping me occupied during lectures. One time I did get in trouble (History class...Ms. Barnard had no sense of humor), but for the most part they either went unnoticed or were gleefully encouraged by teachers who knew I was a [weirdly] imaginative girl who always did well, and just wanted to express herself.

And that's what it really became for me: an expression of my moods, ideas and thoughts. Zorts were my alter-egos, springing to life in pencil on the page, and saying what most of the time, I was too afraid to say myself. Middle school was a shitty place, and as I retreated into my quiet world, I let them speak for me. To exhibit those things I so desperately wanted (and needed) to convey, in order to prove that even though I was labeled "sensitive" and "shy," there was a real Tara inside just waiting to burst out, with all the humor and zest of a cutely precocious little green alien.

Why am I still using this simply, childhood drawing in my life today (at the old age of 23)?

Zorts are a symbol to me, in a way, of my childhood, of my humor, and my ability to express myself. When I draw one, it's as if I'm saying, "This can only be from Tara." I'm sure many people draw or have drawn zorts before. It's a popular book, and I always worried that by using someone else's drawings, I wasn't being myself at all.

But the important thing is that I have made them my own, bestowed a personality on these whimsical creatures that only I could have crafted. And now that I am older, I have learned that I can show my true colors to anyone.

It's an ongoing process, and I'm not completely there yet. But these little guys only reinforce that growth, and stand as a reminder that I will always be unique in my own odd, alien little way.

(Emoticon zortian)
[Stay tuned for more Zortian photos in the near future!]

Friday, March 13, 2009

Cartoon Nostalgia

They've made me laugh. Some have even made me cry. They've filled the rainy days and happiest moments of my childhood. They've shaped who I am....

They are cartoons. And I love them so.

I was just bitten by the nostalgia bug after hearing the dreadful news that the face of Dr. Claw from the show, Inspector Gadget, (after years of being cleverly hidden from view by a strategically placed chair back) has been revealed....and is pretty frickin' lame:

This is sad. Especially because there are so many notable villains, Dr. Claw being only one in a myriad of evil-doers:

  • Krang, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
  • Evil Pie Man of Porcupine Peak, Strawberry Shortcake
  • Ursula, The Little Mermaid
But I digress. In lieu of my precious memories, and the satiation of my inner child's hunger for the past, here is a list of my most favorite cartoons, for all of your leisurely enjoyment:

Inspector Gadget
- Penny was my favorite character of all time. I used to pretend I had my own computer book.
- I think my favorite episode was "Monster Lake" (September 17, 1983), where Gadget tries to save a missing scientist from a M.A.D. fashioned-monster a-la "Loch-ness." I love the crazy digital-esque underwater music, and when Penny sabotages the mechanics of the computer-generated monster, it goes haywire in a way that still makes me crack up to this day. Also, Gadget long neck?.....creepy....

The Little Mermaid
- This was my absolute favorite movie growing up. I've loved it ever since. I had mermaid sheets, curtains, clothes, purses, toys. I even had a room with a Little Mermaid world painted on the walls, and a porthole in my door.

Pee-Wee's Playhouse
- Dad and I watched this every morning. Not exactly entirely animated, but you know what was? Penny. Penny was claymation, had pennies for eyes, and didn't do drugs.

Tiny Toon Adventures
- The show was awesome, the movie even better. Any kids' cartoon that parodies "Deliverance," and is just as scary as the original, is a masterpiece. I gotta watch that again.

- The funniest show of its time, besides maybe "Freakazoid" and "The Tick" (which I didn't really appreciate at the time). The jokes were kid-friendly and adult-clever. My parents watched it with me every morning. I can still recite the main theme. "Good Feathers," and the clown that haad th voice of "Jerry Lewis" are just some of the greats.

Pinky and the Brain
- So good, they got their own spin-off show after Animaniacs. Oh god, soo many good episodes: Jeopardy with Brain in his man suit (does anyone remember the name he had??), Pinky in the world of cheese, the Napoleon episode, the 1996 Emmy award-winning Christmas special (which made me cry), the "War of the Worlds" parody....Also a plus was Brain's similarity to Orson Welles, and Pinky's "NARF!"

Muppet Babies
- I had forgotten about the random opening of doors and windows to reveal film scenes like battles from Star Wars!..and of course, more parody...

Looney Tunes
- My mom's favorite cartoons of all time. I literally was raised on this stuff. Still the most clever, historically educational, and entertaining animated cartoons ever. My fave? The banned World War II propaganda shorts, of which I wrote a paper on. Here's one you probably haven't seen:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
- A Saturday morning staple for my dad and I. I Ninja Turtle colorforms, shrinkydinks, teeshirts, and a stuffed Michaelangelo. As manager for Kay-Bee toys, my dad went EVERYWHERE trying to find my April O'Neil figurine, equipped with ninja star, laptop and hand gun.

Disney Afternoon
- Darkwing Duck, Tale Spin, Rescue Rangers and Duck Tales. Such classics.

Strawberry Shortcake
- Almost sickeningly sweet. But who can lay fault on that? I had only one episode on VHS, and it was the one with "The Berry Song."

- The first 3D animated cartoon on television, I believe. Why don't they bring this back!? Even my parents loved this show...again, humor was superb (good writing makes a difference!) Best episodes had to be a.) the last episode of the 1st season, where Sailor Scouts get pummeled by a boulder as the system crashes, and the talent show where Bob & Megabite rocked out:

Sailor Moon
- Butchered when it came to the United States for younger audiences, I was still taken by its lead heroines and the awesome outfits. So began my 6am mornings before school, and an adolescent love of anime and manga. I had the freakin' musical wands! And I was fourteen!

The Simpsons
- This cartoon started two years after I was born on the Tracey Ullman Show, and has been going strong since. I remember as a young child I had a Bart doll. My family also grew up on this cartoon, to the point where my little sister's first memorization was an entire Simpsons episode (when Lisa becomes a vegetarian). The Treehouse of Horrors are some of the best written parodies ever, and my education for film school.

Science Court
- This show was pretty freakin' funny! Not many people knew about it, since it was a "kid's show" but the humor was very similar to "Dr. Katz," which was also the same animation style, called Squigglevision.

Doug, Recess, Pepper Ann
- Our Doug was "Brand-Spankin' New" (remember, I didn't have we got the leftovers.) But it was still great. Recess was clever, and Pepper Ann was a little strange but still awesome (and apparently they had it in Germany as well...)

Bump in the Night
- This claymation cartoon was crude but awesome. Mr. Bumpy lived under the bed, Molly was his cute doll gf, and Squishington spent his time in the toilet. "Night of the Living Bread" and "Karaoke Cafe" are just some highlights.

The Batman/Superman Adventures
- The older ones were better. Especially when they crossed over. Harley Quinn was rad.

Invader Zim
- Creepy looking, gross at times, but undoubtedly entertaining. Gir was one of the best sidekicks to come out in a long time. "I loved-ed you Piggy! I loooved-eddd youuuu!"

Sooooo, re-visit your fave cartoons.....It'll take ya back.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

In Memory of Uncle Artie

This is a copy of the note I wrote in memorial of Uncle Artie on the day of his wake. It was tucked into his suit pocket before his burial. I read this aloud to the attendees, as the flag was folded to "Taps," and he was saluted by Unites States Naval officers.
Click to enlarge.

I recently attended the funeral and wake of my great Uncle Artie, the brother of my grandma, Rose Esposito, and the godfather of my mother. Not many people are lucky enough to know their great aunts and uncles, but I was.

Uncle Artie lived with my great Aunt Theresa (Sis, or Toot, as she is often called) and Aunt Carly in an apartment on Avenue L in Brooklyn. Whenever we visited with grandma, there was always tea and cookies waiting for us, and toys and videos that my Uncle had once shared with my mother when she was a child. He was the "fun" uncle with sweets and surprises, but it wasn't until later on in my adolescence that I realized what a serious and dedicated gentleman he was.

When I was in high school, I wrote an article on Uncle Artie, and soon discovered that he had been just 17 when he convinced his mother to let him enter the service with his brothers during World War II. Dominick (Chubby) and Alfred went to the army, Arthur to the navy. There, he grew into a man as he braved air raids, mines, U-boats and the Japanese aboard an L.S.T. stationed in the Philippines. He was the recipient of two bronze stars. He saw atrocities that even in his old age, he refused to discuss. When the boys went on leave for days at a time, entertaining themselves with booze and women, Arthur stayed behind. He was respectful of the opposite sex, as he had many older sisters at home that often wrote him long letters from Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

One of those letters was found off the coast of Asia where the L.S.T. had been abandoned before the dropping of the Hiroshima bomb. The young Swedish policeman who found it wrote back years later, wondering what had ever happened to Arthur J. Varone, and if he and his family were well.

Uncle Artie never married. I don't ever remember him having been the dating type either. He was content to watch over his sisters, especially when Aunt Sis lost her husband in the 80's. From then on, the three of them lived together, while my grandma and two other uncles continued to raise their own families.

I never took the time to understand the history of my uncle until the day I wrote the article. He was working in his basement in a new apartment in Staten Island, which he shared with all his sisters. The basement was always immaculate, everything in its rightful place. Uncle Artie was very neat and disciplined, and wouldn't allow any of the women to undertake household fixes.

But that day he showed a softer side; he suddenly reached into a drawer and revealed a pile of old, yellowed B&W photographs from WWII. In one of them, a bare-chested, seventeen year old Italian boy with wildly curly, dark hair and quite a physique, posed atop a ship with comrades. (picture to come soon)

I was immediately hooked on his story, and dove into the photos as he reminisced through each one. He didn't think it was such a big deal, and I don't really know what made him share his past with me, but I will remain grateful for all that I discovered that day.

Uncle Artie died after a long bout with cancer of the esophagus. He was surrounded by his two sisters, but by then he was in too much pain to be lucid. But I'm sure, deep down, he could sense they were there. Though his last few months left him weak and unlike the Uncle Artie we all knew, at least we can always remember the way things were. I only wish that I had taken more advantage of that time we had together.

R.I.P Uncle Artie. You'll always be a hero to us.


World War II veteran was a retired carpenter
Tuesday, February 17, 2009

STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- Arthur J. Varone, 82, of Richmond, a World War II veteran and retired carpenter, died Sunday at home.

Born in Brooklyn, he settled in Richmond in 1996.

Mr. Varone worked as a carpenter at Bush Terminal in Brooklyn for 18 years. He retired in 1989.

He served as a seaman first class in the U.S. Navy during World War II, stationed in the Philippines, Asia, and the Pacific aboard transport ships.

Mr. Varone loved opera. A huge sports fan, he also enjoyed baseball and football.

Surviving are a brother, Dominick, and two sisters, Rose Esposito and Theresa J. Shotwell.

The funeral will be Thursday at 12:30 p.m. in the Colonial Funeral Home, New Dorp. Burial will follow in Moravian Cemetery, also New Dorp.

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