Photos From the Cow Pasture

No, this is not about Frances.

Yes, this is probably going to be boring.

Here’s the deal.  I have a boat-load of documents that were obtained from two places, the Bucks County Courthouse and the Carl McIntire archives at Princeton University.

I am going to be publishing all them. Every single page, and there are hundreds of these pages.

I am going to try my best to group them so they are easier to tag for the sake of Google.

Cathy keeps insisting that I am somehow trying to protect Richard Harris, a man I do not know, have never spoken with, and would have no reason at all to care about one way or the other.  If Richard Harris did something wrong, so be it.  Let Cathy go to court and prove that.

What she’s doing right now, though, is horrible. She is trashing him without presenting the slightest bit of tangible evidence that he ever did anything wrong.  She just makes assertions.  She says the guardianship papers are “fraudulent,” because she insists that Lou Canby was her biological father.  She offers zero proof that is so.

And even if it was true, that doesn’t mean Harris knew it.  Fraud involves intent to deceive. Richard Harris may have been wrong, but that doesn’t mean he knew he was wrong.

I don’t know and I don’t care, frankly.

What is absolutely true, though, is that Cathy is claiming she never saw those guardianship papers until last month, and she keeps doing that even though I showed that she claimed to have them three years ago.  She just ignores that.

So, in an effort to clear the air, I am just going to publish everything I have.  And then, if anyone, anywhere, gives a single fuck about any of this, the Google will direct them here.

This is a collection of photos from the cow pasture rally held at Cleo Smith’s farm in the summer of 1964.  More information about that rally is here.

Note:  This photograph above appears to show a different platform than the ones that I feel pretty sure are from Cleo’s farm.  There’s a wooden rail here, and the other (above it) shows a flat bed truck.  I am not convinced that this is the same event.

Below is the reverse of this photo.  There is that same wooden railing on the platform.  The original cow pasture rally at Cleo’s farm had nothing to do with dedicating an orphanage, but was about the FCC and McIntire’s feud with them.  And the original cow pasture rally occurred in the summer of 1964.

Yes, I know this is the same photograph, but there were two copies in the file. With this copy, there is also the back.

In addition, the researcher sent this clipping.

I believe this clipping is about the rally pictured in those last two photos, and I don’t think that was Cleo’s farm at all.

This is probably an error on the part of the researcher, but one that would be easy to make.

And last, there are two more duplicates, but with Cleo designated.

What Do I Have To Do?

This is so sad. It’s an example of how people just jump into a discussion and offer up their opinions without knowing what in the hell they are talking about in the first place.

She says she is confused.  She’s right.  But then, without hesitation, she says she believes that God is gonna get me.

. . . you sat back NOT being Christian at all.

That’s exactly right.  I did.

Because I am not Christian, Jackie.

I am really and truly not Christian.

Revisiting the Tozars

This blurry copy reads in part as follows.

2. That she was formerly known as Ann Elizabeth Tozar and Salina Catherine Smith, but now uses the name Catherine S. Harris, exclusively.

3. That the names of her biological parents are Edward John Tozar and Dorothy Elizabeth Haegle and their present addresses and whereabouts are unknown and have never been known by her.

Read more about this here.

After you do that, let’s go back in time a little bit.

Several years ago, Cathy Harris announced that she had found her biological parents. She said their names were Ed and Elizabeth Tozar.

There was a tearful reunion, none of it photographed or videotaped, however people seem to have donated so that Cathy could go.

There was also a sweet little Facebook page.  I’ve written about this very fake page here.   

You can read a bit of that page here.

I was very new to all this back then.  And I didn’t know then that people had actually spoken on the phone to someone they thought was Elizabeth Tozar, who spoke with a thick foreign accent.  It was so convincing that one woman refused to believe it when she was told that the whole thing was a hoax and that she had actually been speaking with Cathy herself.

As a result of being exposed, Cathy removed the Tozar page and offered the ridiculous explanation for her deception that she was just so abused and she didn’t have parents and she wanted them so badly that she made them up.

In fact, I was told over and over again that the fact that Cathy lied about the Tozar page was proof that she was telling the truth about her whole abuse story.  Lying was the proof of truth.

At any rate, the story, like her cancer, sort of went away.

But then, the Canby family offered themselves as a new sacrifice on the altar of Cathy’s delusions, and Cathy needed to rid herself of the whole Tozar thing.

So now they’re completely fake, totally made up.

Remember, I had no way of knowing, and still  don’t, if Ed Tozar was a real person.

It’s obvious, from the guardianship paperwork, that Richard Harris believes he was.  He also believes that Dorothy Elizabeth Haegle was a real person.  Note that there is nothing there that suggests that Dorothy Haegle was married to Ed Tozar.  In fact, the use of the plural “addresses” would lend itself to the idea that they were not.  It also would go some distance in explaining why Cathy was given up.  Single motherhood was sort of frowned upon in 1964.

This is the sort of thing Cathy, and often her silly mouthpiece Karen, harp on.

Here’s their logic.  I called Cathy out because she created a fake Facebook page, engaged in more than one deceptive phone conversation, and accepted donations for a fake reunion that never took place.  The Tozar page was fake. The Tozar marriage is probably fake as well.  The Tozars, as she portrayed them to be, were fake.  We all know this.

Most importantly, I produced evidence as to why I knew that the Tozars she portrayed were faked. Fake pictures, lifted from other Internet sites.  A plagiarized essay, altered by Cathy.  Phoney phone calls.

What she has now done is take these guardianship papers, which she has had, by her own statement, for at least three years (probably much longer) and declared that Richard Harris made up Ed Tozar and Dorothy Elizabeth Haegle. She offers no evidence whatever that this is the case.  She says that Lou Canby is her biological father. She offers no evidence to back up this claim. She says that it was proven with DNA, but doesn’t explain how that is possible since Canby died in 1977.  There is no mother, no explanation of any mother, not even any speculation about any mother.

But most importantly, she offers no evidence of any sort that Richard Harris was lying in his statement to the court. In fact, she says, without showing us, that there is a birth certificate that lists those two people as her biological parents.  Is there?  I don’t know. I haven’t seen it.  But she says there is.

And if there is, wouldn’t Harris have gone by that?  How would he know who was purported to be her biological parents except by going with whatever Cleo told him or whatever was written on the birth certificate?

She insists that the Canby family were desperately hunting for her, frantically searching and that Richard Harris lied to them about her just nine days before the court guardianship hearing.  But I find that very odd indeed.

First off, you have a family whose brother died in 1977.  They didn’t know he died.  They apparently didn’t attend his funeral. That’s terrible, isn’t it?  Nobody told them.

And three years later, they finally decide to hunt for him?


They waited for three years?

Then suddenly, they are frantic?

This smells.  It smells rotten. I’ve been part of family estrangements. Probably everyone has at one time or another.  But I cannot imagine going for three solid years not knowing what was going on with my sibling and then after that length of time, feigning concern about anything.

One other thing is that she claims that they filed a missing person report with the Pennsylvania police.  But then, she also has claimed for years that the FBI and the CIA and Interpol and private investigators and God and everyone was on her active case.  Surely, during all those extensive interviews and reports and shit, she told those fabulous investigators that she had been known as Salina Smith, that she went to Upper Bucks Christian School, that she lived with Cleo Smith and that Lou Canby was also living there.  Surely.

And she wants me to believe that all those law enforcement people were so god damned incompetent and stupid that they didn’t even check the missing persons list, or if they did, they totally missed the name “Salina Canby”?

Did the Canbys visit Harris (or call him) and ask about Salina?  If they did, did Richard Harris lie to them?

I don’t know. It’s possible they did.  Maybe. But wouldn’t they have been asking about Lou?  You know, their brother? The one they didn’t give a shit enough about to even inquire for three solid years?

And if you were Richard Harris, how would you have responded to such an inquiry? He had no evidence that suggested that Cathy was related to Lou. He had guardianship of a young girl who was the beneficiary of a trust fund. Were they after that? Did they smell money?  Did they think of Cleo as the “rich lady” that Lou worked for?

I don’t know the answers to any of these questions.  Cathy doesn’t appear to have any answers either.  She just makes accusations.

As I watch this, I keep circling back around to Ed Tozar and Dorothy Elizabeth Tozar.

Cathy absolutely, demonstrably, lied about them. She made a fake Facebook page. She plagiarized an essay. She kept talking about how she was visiting them.  She engaged in deception on the phone, pretending to be “Elizabeth.”

Somebody who does that is either a pathological liar or totally mentally unhinged.  She certainly isn’t a reliable source of any kind of information.


A Taste of the Tozars

I have more to say about the Tozars than Cathy ever did?  Really?

What follows is just a taste of the Tozars.  I got some of Cathy’s comments in various places about them.  And the stuff from the fake Tozar page is not complete, in part because I was just grabbing what I could before Cathy took the page down. Cathy herself, using her real name, is not present. That’s because by that time she had blocked me.

I present the Tozars, as created by Cathy Harris.

Notice how Teresa carries on with her apology? This is what you have to do if you offend Cathy Harris. Teresa understands that.  You have to genuflect and cower.  I don’t call her St. Catherine of Victimhood for nothing.

And this is interesting, as an aside. Cleo was not IFB (independent fundamental Baptist) at all.  But this was early in 2011. Cathy hadn’t gotten her terminology right.  Carl McIntire was a Presbyterian.

An interesting thing here that I want to point out is that “Ed” and “Elizabeth” have no friends except Cathy’s friends. They don’t appear to know anyone else on earth.

All these names that are tagged? Cathy’s friends. Some of them have wised up in the years since all this happened, and are no longer her buddies, but there are almost no names there I do not recognize.

See how Cathy uses “Elizabeth” to blast away at Richard Harris?  She uses the story that somehow “Elizabeth” and “Ed” went to Harris and asked about their daughter who went missing. And Harris lies to them.

Does this sound familiar?

Lara is talking about Jocelyn Zichterman. Cathy and Camille decided they hated Jocelyn and set out to destroy her, something they’ve attempted again and again since. I’ve experienced their wrath, of course, but I’m not the only one. And “Elizabeth” is all interested in this stupid shit.

I wonder as I look back at this if Lara feels betrayed by this. She apparently does not, since she has remained a leghumper.

Is there any reasonable person who would believe that a woman of normal intelligence who had lived in America since 1962 would be so completely unable to write English?  This, of course, is Cathy’s imagining of how an immigrant would write.

Being Thankful

Let me explain how you show gratitude to health care professionals who saved your worthless life.

Pay them.

Pay them, instead of bemoaning the income tax you do not pay and avoid any way you can.  You know, the income tax that the rest of us paid so you could go to the hospital and not die in the street.

You fucking hypocrite.


Before I continue with the saga of Cleo’s estate, I want to insert this little observation.

From time to time, Cathy produces a document from her past.  She tends to offer this stuff up as evidence of something or other.


Stuff like that check.  I went into this a couple of years ago at the link above, and then in more detail, recently,  when I got more information, here.

As I mentioned on that page, I got the files. I got the archival stuff.

Cathy thinks that Lisa Luthi got it for me, but that’s not true. Somebody else did.  But one interesting little thing: Cathy uses “lesbian” as a pejorative. She’s attempting to insult both of us.

This is a common claim they made, that I am somehow still a fundamentalist Christian.  But I would never use “lesbian” as an insult. It would be no different than trying to insult Deb by calling her a red-head, or Lisa by calling her retired.  Who, exactly, is exhibiting characteristics of fundamentalism, like homophobia?

But there’s more.

This is sort of typical. She says that she’s had these documents “in her possession for years.”

She implies that she actually owns the original document and it resides in her home and has for years. She never says where she got the documents. She just has them.

See how she puts up those photos like she has them?  Like they came out of a family picture album?  You know, memories?

It turns out that she doesn’t have the originals of any of them.

Here are my copies of those photographs she has above.

There are more. I’ll put them all up later.

The documents I have came from two places.  One was the Bucks County Courthouse. Those are all the papers from Cleo’s estate, the probate papers, the guardianship paperwork, her will, her death certificate.

And this was the source of the rest.

I have known for a long time that the McIntire papers were at Princeton University, but they are not online.  And there are, as you can see, 669 boxes of them.  Daunting indeed.  There has been some cataloguing done, but still it’s a task to go through them.

So my source arranged for a researcher to go through those papers and find anything related to Cleo, or the farm, or Bethel Baptist Church, or Richard Harris.  Some of the results include the paperwork regarding the farm agreement, but also include things like scribbled notes on the back of envelopes and handwritten memos and yes, photos taken at the cow pasture rally.

Those documents that Cathy provided above and says that she’s “had in her possession for years” actually reside at Princeton University in the Carl McIntire archive.  I know, because I have copies of them too.

Cathy has quite obviously done exactly what my source did, and gotten a researcher to go through those papers, or she went to Princeton and did it herself.

Now, consider this.  Would Cathy have gone to all the trouble to go to Princeton (or contact Princeton and pay a researcher) looking for papers about Cleo in Carl McIntire’s archives, and she didn’t bother to check at the local fucking courthouse?

I assure you that my source did the courthouse first. It was the easier thing to do, by far.  Any sane person would start there.

Furthermore, Cathy insists that she has filed police reports, and talked with the FBI, and has had this ongoing investigation for years and years. I’ve been told that I will be put in jail because I am openly doubting the story of a supposed federal witness in a current investigation.

But nobody went to the courthouse.

She didn’t know about the guardianship papers. She didn’t know they were at the courthouse. She didn’t find them. The police didn’t find them. The FBI didn’t find them. They’ve had years to do this.

Lisa and I supposedly knew about the guardianship papers before Cathy did.

Karen mentions it in the comment where she calls me a fundamentist above.

Just so we’re not mistaken, here.  Cathy never knew about the guardianship filing until I posted the paperwork onlineShe didn’t know. 

Poor thing.

She’s senile.

She’s got Alzheimer’s.

Somebody needs to help her. Seriously.  She’s lost her memory.  She can’t remember shit.

The screen shot below came from one of the Manhater pages. The date on the file in my computer is September 8, 2014. That’s when I made the screen shot.

She’s taunting Jeffrey Hoffman. She’s talking about court documents.  She has been digging around in this for a long time, she says.  She found the deed transfer for the farm.  She has both Lou’s and Cleos’ death records.  She knows the names of most of their extended family members. Those sorts of records weren’t at Princeton University in the McIntire archives. Why would they be?  They were at the Bucks County Courthouse. And she had them, in September of 2014, three years ago.

But the best is highlighted in yellow.