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Sunday, June 15, 2014


Grief is the strangest of all human experience in my humble opinion. Time stands still when the precariousness of life hits home. One minute you think you are OK, the next...There are a million decisions to be made. This can be difficult when you continue to be in denial...when you continue to not accept life without your loved one. And from the line of cars following that black limo to the burial park...she was loved by many. Then time speeds up. Knocked into next week I realize I didn't talk to some folks who turned out as much as I would have liked. I did not take care of some things. But everyone took care of me. I am grateful. Thank you to the friend who filled our fridge while we were away. To the family who offered and delivered help with physical labor and solace with offers of spiritual guidance at a surreal time...sincere gratitude and unyielding fidelity.

I composed the following as I rode the subway home from seeing my mother last Mother's Day. My truck still in Florida I rented a car from Manhattan and on the way back from returning it I made these observations. My mother taught me about diversity. Not with words, but with deeds. She taught me tolerance and above all she taught me forgiveness.  I hope all of you can forgive me for my indulgence.

Mother's Day

He stands
at the platform
To feel a mass of subway
Sweep by so close
To his chin

Jamming his rap
Into space
Holding the doors in place
For late ones through the gate
No hate
His brand of street love
Rising above sewers and
Who-ers and doers of nasty deeds to others not their brothers
From behind blind thieves of the bright, bringers of night

That's the foe he fights
Right. That's the sight he
No fright but for those who mean harm.
Thems he wants to disarm sound the alarm send them back to the farm.

Subway tunnel loops around with sounds of
Underground city without

so gritty the white rat and the black rat are both gray in the endless track of night without day saying the say. Playing the play. Avenging the wronged and staying the stay. 450 years ago he was in chains. 450 years later his life has no chance but to perpetuate misery? Now misery has company and brand names and P Diddy. Maybe there is a way up from the steel dust of rails to nowhere laid down and spiked by his Grand Pare from back again to here and there. Down the pike up the junction no moment but for suction in totality of the diction compressed in reduction cannibalized and destabilized as force of history moves beyond mystery and into the realm

    of the unknowable.

Mark Ransom

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Rose Mary Talerico Ransom Annibale 1929-2014

Dear friends and beloved family, after 85 amazing years my mom passed away peacefully in her sleep early this morning. Please find below details of the proceedings if you are interested. Thank you all in advance for your well wishes and love. In lieu of flowers, a donation to a Veteran's Association of your choice in her name would be welcome.

Loving sister, wife, mother and friend, Rose Mary Annibale nee Talerico late  of Wheaton Pointe, East Windsor, NJ,  originally of Dunmore, PA, passed peacefully June 7, 2014 . Preceding her were her husband the late Carl S. Annibale (2003) and brother the late Joseph Talerico. She is survived by her three daughters : Martha R. Metacarpa of Plymouth Meeting, PA, Patricia A. Ciulla and husband John Ciulla of Rockland County, NY, Susan Shaw and husband Joseph Shaw of Arlington, VA, her son Mark  David Ransom and wife Jen-Scott Mobley of Brooklyn, NY and step children Carlene Kelly, Susan Ramsaroop, Anthony Annibale, Teresa Balzarano, and Carl S. Annibale Jr., 10 grandchildren, 11 great grandchildren and one great-great grandchild. She is also survived by her brothers Paul Talerico, Carmen Gilotte, and Carlo Gilotte and her sisters Mary Butta and Caroline Rose as well as many, many  beloved nieces, nephews and cousins. She cherished her mother, Serafina, her friends, her children and above

Viewing will take place on Wednesday June 11th from 9am -12 noon with service immediately following at...

M. David DeMarco Funeral Home
205 Rhode Hall Road
Monroe Township, NJ 08831

Please forward to any family you know of.  Thank you so much.

"Now cracks the noble heart...may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest..."