Noah J.M. Cardamon - Son of Thos and Jeanette

Noah's writing, after a break up with a girlfriend

2012-01-19T20:40:00.001-08:00

Song Noah would have liked

2011-12-25T20:53:00.001-08:00

The melody and mood of this song reminds me of Noah somehow..Christmas 2011
I miss him so terribly, so very much, every second of every day.

More notebook drawings Noah did

2011-10-26T20:20:00.001-07:00

Noah's voice from tape 1982

2011-10-12T19:03:00.000-07:00

I just found this cassette in Noah's things, and hooked up my old cassette recorder to my computer, and found this. Noah before he was 2, learning how to say I Love You, when his mother Jeanette and I were in love, and life seemed like it would always be good. So long ago, yet I remember it like yesterday.

Noah at 18 months, talking, playing with Mom, playing guitar

2011-10-12T17:10:00.000-07:00

This is a treasure, can't believe I haven't heard it until now, almost 30 years later.

Noah plays with my guitar, Jan, his Mom, was such a genius in recording, and dating these recordings from 1982.

TO listen to this file, you have to bypass all the 'warning' messages, and continue to the download part of the web menu. For some reason Google can't scan uploads this large, and warns you before you try to download and listen to this.

photos

2011-10-11T09:35:00.001-07:00

I changed the PHOTOS link at the top of the page, to direct to a Google documents account, since the previous storage site seems to be a little flaky. I also arranged the photos in a better order, and eliminated some duplicates.

Story

2011-10-10T13:56:00.001-07:00

Some of Noah's things

2011-08-27T14:35:00.000-07:00

A short video featuring some of the things Noah had, and made.
His pottery, plaster sculpture, texture turtle, and other stuff.

49Mbs

Note found in Noah's necklace charm

2011-06-20T13:36:00.000-07:00

I found this note today, rolled up inside a silver necklace charm that Noah owned.

Letter from Matt - Thank You -

2011-05-30T17:37:00.000-07:00

Hello Thomas,

This is Matt Cawley. I was thinking of Noah today. It's hard to believe that it has already been 6 years, I remember it like it was yesterday.

It has been a long time since I have had a chance to talk to you. I would love to introduce you to the youngest member of my little pack of boys, Bridge Noah Lee Cawley, who just turned one year old on April 30th. He is fat and happy, running around and doing the best he can to catch up to his older brothers. Cedar is going to be 7 in august and Jaden will be 9 in october. It is ridiculous how fast they grow. We talk about Noah on a regular basis. Cedar was just telling me how sad he was that his godfather had died. And I told him that that was the really cool thing about being a godfather, even if he wasn't physically there in person, he could always be there in spirit. I told him that when Noah's body died he transcended into another plane of existence and that now he was a spirit. Cedar told me that even though it was sad that didn't get to hang out and play with Noah, that it was pretty awesome that his godfather Noah had super spirit powers and he would always be part of our family.

Noah was a great friend and a great person. He was like a brother to me and since he has been gone I have had no one with which to relate my true spiritual beliefs. Finding the wonder and awe in the world around us, seeking to understand the mysteries of the universe, and discovering the zen in everyday life. My strongest sense of self was developed during the time that I spent with Noah. His was the kind of friendship that can never be replaced. He will always be loved, honored and remembered as a part of our family

I attached some pictures of the boys

It would be great to talk some time
Best wishes and my deepest condolences
Matt

New Information about Noah's photo shoot

2011-04-13T12:54:00.000-07:00

Katie (Simon) was doing a series of photographs for school, she went to PNCA too, and Noah was over, playing guitar downstairs. She asked him if he wanted to model for some pictures and he shrugged, sure why not..we all went upstairs into her room while she grabbed a bunch of wire and big butterfly clips and wrapped the wire around and through his hair so it would bend and twist in all different ways and then attached the clips at the end. I think she had roll of gauze too which she was messing around with. She loved draping people with gauze in her photos:) He was a little shy and apprehensive at first, not having a clue what she was doing!! But he was so natural when she started taking the photos..not posing for the camera, just being himself which is what made them so great. I remember Katie saying that to me after she developed them. That it was his timidness going into it and and modesty during the shoot that added so much to the photos..making them so organic, graceful.

Noah's Memo Pad

2011-03-23T19:28:00.000-07:00

I photographed Noah's memo pad, which contained the last things he wrote. His list of things he needed to do and buy before he went to Alaska for his fishing job. Some notes for school, some personal writings, a small slice of Noah's life, always so busy, always so creative.

Noah's Halloween Drawing 1989

2010-10-18T17:05:00.001-07:00

Photo from trip to New Mexico - Lobo Peak

2010-10-14T18:02:00.000-07:00

Photos uploaded

2010-08-11T11:18:00.000-07:00

I uploaded some photos of Noah at his friend Ian's house, most are from 1992, but there is one later one, from when Noah was about 21. Click on the All Noah's Photos and Drawings link above, and navigate to the folder of Noah at Ian's house.

Found new audio of Noah, uploaded 5/20/2010

2010-05-20T22:07:00.000-07:00

See audio link "Noah's voice" to hear, you will see Noah's high school microcassette tape file recordings.

What Noah's friend said about him

2009-11-18T08:16:00.000-08:00

Note from Noah's friend David

2009-11-01T06:39:00.000-08:00

This is a nice note I thought should be posted. It's from one of his friends that lived near Noah's grandmother. They attended St. Stephens together I believe. Noah's Dad

On 6/6/05, D Tu wrote: I don't know if you remember me at all but I was a
friend
of Noah's at St Stephen's. I was very grief stricken
when I heard of the news. My deepest sympthy goes out
to
you and your family. I now live in San Francisco and
deeply regret not being able to attend the funeral. I
would like however to visit his grave site if he has
one when I do comeback to portland. My Fondest memory
I have
of Noah is riding around Laurlhurst park together. He
was real pivotal to me and my growth over the years.
Even though our contact was short, 7th grade and that
summer, I took a lot from him and consider him one of
my most beloved friends. I mourn his passing and wish
the best for your and your family.

Sincerly,
David Tu

Noah's Birthday October 5th, 2009

2009-10-05T15:33:00.000-07:00

Noah's Grandmother Laura, and I went to put flowers on the memorial site where Noah was killed at 49th Avenue, just south of Stark Street. We arrived to see Katey C. putting flowers there as well. It was such a lucky coincidence, and perhaps Noah had a hand in this. It was so nice to see her, and I hope to stay in touch.

Noah's journal 2003

2009-06-25T09:29:00.000-07:00

7/14 or 15

So I saw Sara for the first time in a long time tonight. Obviously we've both matured a lot since the last time we saw each other. And I felt (most likely), the most comfortable that I ever have around her, no angst, no jealousy, no nothin. I like that girl a lot and ever since the first time I met her on the stairs by the Gym at MLC (metro learning center, Noah's high school), I've been uncannily attracted to her. I'd love to call her and get to know her again. She's changed a lot, but she's still so comfortable and familiar. I was waiting for the Mop (unknown reference), at the BOG (Bar of the Gods), playing Donkey Kong Jr. with Josh. I saw him look up and I looked up. And I know she saw me outta the corner of her eye, or maybe not and she stopped, turned and saw me, instant recognition and surprise but not surprised to see each other. We hugged, she was on her way outside we said, "Hi", and I told (her) that I would join her on the patio soon. She gave me her # and proceeded. We had probably the most laid-back and the least high-energy small talk that we've ever had. She was w/a large group of mostly girls. I invited her to helping MOP (unknown reference) and she said "not any more" and told me that I should not do the same. I didn't at the time, but now I feel that she was purely concerned for my good health and well being. And in reflection, when she introduced me to her friends she was proud to know me. Perhaps because she still thinks I'm attractive or desirable, and this is the most clearly that I felt this. When we were talking one on one, I showed her my scar (that Noah got on his forehead from a bike crash), and she said I'm still beautiful, and I returned the comment.

YOU ARE ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL NOAH AND ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS -

Some of Noah's writings from 2000 - I will add more as I am able

2008-06-22T11:46:00.000-07:00

Oct 9

And so now the ground is more lightly tread upon
In caution, meditation, sometimes doubt & fear
I'm by myself, not necessarily alone, but without much cover
Once that which was a mystery is now revealed
But I can only use this to learn and ready myself
Everything changes so fast, it can be hard to keep up
It seems lately, keeping up is necessary
And it starts to come naturally
But all glass which is made clear can break
As do structures built in haste
For there tends to be little room for recklessness
I don't know if it's just lately or I'm just noticing finally/too soon
There are a thousand faces of contentment
Perhaps even more that are masks
And a situation no longer satisfactory
Which is only met by regrets rather than consideration
It's so fucking hard to keep the scales balanced
Or more balanced than not
So though the ground is not stable I plodded ahead
With meditation as a shadow trailing behind
But for now I'm taking in the landscape and observing what I can
And when I see the time to be, Ill test my footing
And then the ground before me

Oct 19
Nov 5th

Having something to go on but nowhere to go
Rather nowhere that's desired
I walked the path of egg shells long enough
Leaping into the moment
Blinding myself w/honesty and courage
Shuddering at the reality of denial
Something under my belt
Diminishing into foolhardy wisdom
Structures fall, built of desire and lust
Walls are built of question & fear
Bliss in strife lays foundation for trusts cross examination
so subdued & docile is the exo-persona
While the core races w/primal animal intent and meditation
Still the surface remains stagnant
Always composure predominating
Though I may leap again
It will not be empty-handed

Nov 4th

I really do deserve all this
All my weakness becomes suddenly apparent
And all the ones I've always had
I (I'm) sick of trying so fucking hard
I haven't been letting things happen
I've been making things happen
As of recently, just trying to
In blurs of self-disgusting desperation
I've been lying to myself so constantly
And dishonest overall
I understand what a path w/heart is now
Or at least that the one I was on had none
I'm just going
to be my true self
And try to peel off the many masks
Which I denied to possess until now
My eyes are opening
And I admit that it kind of hurts
I certainly can't keep them closed forever
I'm choosing the time of now and here
It's going to be a lot harder to let go
I hold on by a rose stem
The rose which once captivated me and shone through the pain
I've watched it bloom
And now I'm seeing it wilt
But I can't let go of the thorny stem
It's only fair
I deserve this

Nov 21st
Everything is so clear
Now I just concentrate myself correctly
Watch my action and placement
Be aware of the options and weigh the consequences And especially presently sacrifice promptness for fruitfulness
Everything is beginning to unravel
And the dust is just starting to settle
I feel like I may be approached

Seeing into so many people
Seeing how few shine through
Knowing it all to well
Women are more mysterious
But I'm beginning to understand

I guess I'm afraid to forget
there's just so much I want to hold on to

I haven't the patience for words
It's always the most comprehensive mentally

Nov 24th

Pretty steady right now
Things have been wounded and healed
Processes have be(en) processed
Wheels are in motion
I just need to keep a clear view
Of what's happening &
of what's hoped
Reading signs
My feet were cold & wet
I'll let someone else lead for now.

News as 3 year anniversary approaches

2008-03-12T16:24:00.001-07:00

To all who loved and knew Noah. May 30, will be three years and it has been such an intense life experience that words really can't describe it. We heard from his past girlfriend, Claire, who was married recently in Barcelona, Spain. She thinks of him often and tells us he would have loved Barcelona.

Thoughts

2008-01-12T19:12:00.000-08:00

Noah is a spirit, alive in all of us who knew him, and alive in his own right as well. I burned a "Bee" candle tonight, remembering Noah's desire to become a Beekeeper some day. So many things he wanted to do, so many he did. I am happy that he was here with us at all. I miss you my son.

Noah Dream

2007-09-08T03:00:00.000-07:00

On my Birthday, September 8th, 2008, I dreamed about Noah. He was sleeping in this little room in our house, not where he normally would have slept. I got him up and he said "Look Dad at all of the cats!", and there were about 11 or 12 funny looking cats in the basement. Then I tried calling his mother on my cell phone, but it was a strange cell phone that unfolded about 3 different ways and I gave it to Noah. He told me he couldn't get through, he just received a weird message to try and call back. Then we were together on the number 6 MLK bus headed towards downtown. Noah said he had to get off, so I got off with him right near the Hawthrone bridge. Noah had a job at a Macaroni & Cheese place, but he told me that he wouldn't put meatballs and other junk some people wanted on it. I told him that you know if you decide to go to school, you will get enough money to live on and won't have to work all the time. He said, "Yeah, but I'd probably have to read a few hard books like, Clue" Noah had a couple of duffel type bags with him and we were parting and I hugged him and told him to call me more often because I missed him. I awoke with that feeling I used to have when Noah was alive, indescribable, but completely real, those feelings that surround you when your son is in this world.

Writings from October 5th, 2000 (his 19th Birthday)

2007-08-25T03:21:00.000-07:00

It is so difficult for me to read Noah's writings, but I feel as though I must continue to post. I guess it's my way of still being a father....

10/05/00

I did plenty on the third
I woke up late on the third
My alarm did not go off in the morning of the third
The sun shone in my window that morning on the third
Plenty happened to me on the third
I percolated smoke through water on my floor that morning of
The third
I watched the sun and smoke mate on the third
The bathtub was filled with hot water on the third
I used a stereo in my bathroom but it was plugged into
the wall in my room on the third
I chose a lime green razor over a flagger-vest-orange
one on the morning of the third
The bathroom mirror was fogged up with the steam
Mating with the sun in the bathroom on the third
Water swirled with soap in my hands on the third
My face was not greasy in the morning on the third
Tea tree oil shampoo was washed out on the third
The soap and waters swirled down the plug in my
bath tub on the third
I heard the voice of my Grandmother from my room on the third
I put my bicycle in a blue car that morning of the third
In the car we passed others doing the same
The arterial city of concrete makes paths to follow

Random Memories of Noah

2007-08-22T03:44:00.000-07:00

I see Noah coming into the backyard at Mom’s, pushing his bike, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder. A tee shirt, dark colored and semi-baggy jeans. Hey Noah, I say to him, Hey he replies. I remember driving lessons with him in Southern Washington, just across from the Columbia river, him stalling the car a few times. I remember taking him snowboarding at Mt. Hood, he had a blast and we drove home through thick snow, quite deep. I let him drive some of the way and kept telling him to slow down. I remember hugging Noah and how large and solid he felt. I remember Noah in the basement, working peacefully on his bike.

I remember Noah on the computer working on the Biddy McGraw’s menu and some checklists and so on. I showed him how to use Excel and he picked it up so fast. I remember when he was about 9, and he showed me how he could jump his skateboard down 3 steps at Corvallis High School, and I was amazed. He had a boomerang and new brown leather coat, a gift from his Aunt Veneta, and we threw the boomerang behind the Old Cannery in the grass by the railroad tracks.

I remember Noah on my shoulders, about 7 years old, he told me it was very froggy out, and it was. As a baby, he was on my shoulders at the Oakland supermarket, and he was gleefully pulling my hair. I remember we had arguments, but I don’t remember that much about them, we loved each other and that was the core of our relationship.

I remember helping Noah fix his washing machine in his old house on 29^th & Holgate. We used Grampa’s old socket set, I wish I knew where it was now, and got it spinning again. What a pleasure it was to show him new things and to feel like I had some knowledge to pass on to him.ers by taking a bunch of store bought ones apart. I remember when we were in Corvallis, the 4^th of July, must have been 1992, we blew up the M-80 we bought in Ensenada. I lit it on the bridge rail of the new overpass in Corvallis over the Mary’s River. We watched the fireworks and Noah would shout “Starfish” or “Sea Ananome” to describe the patterns.

I remember our trip to Disneyland and then Ensenada, where we drove all the way from Portland in our little Geo Prism. We stayed at Motel 6 along the way, and Noah loved the swimming pool in San Diego, I think. We stayed at the Travel Lodge in Ensenada and we walked into a little store, where the dog barked at Noah, then nipped him on the hand. He cried a little, and I told him, you’ll always remember this day now. And he did. I took him to the playground in Ensenada at a park, he was wearing his new poncho, and seemed so tall in comparison to the Mexican kids his age. I bought him a red cotton candy. We stopped in Tecate on our way down to Ensenada, and decided to go into a little restaurant. The food was awful, and I had a big hair in my beans, but I had forgotten my wallet back in the car! I asked Noah if he could go get it, if he knew how to get there and back, it was only 1 ½ blocks away, and he did. I was so relieved when he came back in. He told me he almost got in trouble for jay walking by a policeman. When we returned thru Tecate, at the border Noah was asleep and they woke him up and asked where he was born “Sunnyvale California” he responded, then returned to sleeping. He was such a joy. We went to the San Diego zoo and he loved the Mjeer cats. We also heard the howling monkeys. Disneyland was great fun for him as well and I bought him a wooden pirates pistol, which he had for many years, as he kept all his stuff.

I remember when we went to Ed’s new house in Sisters, off Old Ford Rd. Ed Danielsen, my old step-dad and in whose house Noah was born in Sunnyvale. Noah showed me little brown scorpions under the rocks, we heard coyotes, and Noah rode with Ed in his Miata all the way from Corvallis. This must have been in ’91.

Noah visited me when I lived at the VA domicilary in White City Oregon with his girlfriend Tricia Garcia. I took photos of him and gave him and Tricia a tour. What a sweet, wonderful thing to do, visit his Dad, he loved me. They tried to go to the Oregon Caves, and drove all the way there, but they were closed or something. Tricia said he was cranky on the trip back from Tarzana or wherever her parents lived in California.

I remember when we lived on NW 9^TH Street in Corvallis, about 1980 or 1990. Noah was being babysat by this mean woman named Terrel who became to be know as Terrible. I guess she was very mean and was very mean to Noah when he wouldn’t take his nap or something. I got called home from work by Noah. He had run away from the babysitter Terrel, and had walked all the way home. I was upset at first, then after he told me the whole story, I was glad he was home. I never sent him to that babysitter again. During that time, in the summer, he was taking Aikido lessons for a short while at this place on NW 2^nd in Corvallis. I think it was 3 rivers academy or something, not too far from Squirrels. I remember when we lived on 2244 N. Watts St. in Portland and his first day of middle school. He had to go to Peninsular for a short while, until my mom helped to home school him instead. I made a map for him so he wouldn’t get lost coming home, and he had to use it. I was so glad I had made it, this was before I had a cell phone.

When he was about 13, I remember when he took the wrong bus home by mistake and would up in downtown Vancouver and called me from a phone booth. I raced as fast as my little car would go to rescue him in Vancouver.

Clancy was put down last night at 5:10 pm, I saw his little bright, brown eyes for the last time. Now he is with Noah. Whenever Noah used to come in the house, Clancy would bark savagely, until he realized who he was, then he would come and stand right in front of Noah, pressing his body against Noah's legs and Noah would pet him. Clancy loved Noah, like we all did. I did the online Ouija board last night, and asked how many days did I have to live, it told me 7, and I hope that is true.

We went to the coast about 1992, and we were in my old chevy bel air, listening to the AM radio we heard a song, “The Shrimp Boats Are Comin’”, and we laughed because we thought it was so funny. This was when we lived on NW 9^th street in Plinio Rey’s building.

2/7/2007

I remember how Noah used to hold his hands together at his stomach, kind of an insecure gesture and I worried that he was nervous or not feeling secure. I want to see him so badly. I went to the basement and found his cassette tapes, since I have a new car today with a tape deck, I am playing them.

I remember when Noah and I went to OMSI to see the very realistic dinosaur display. The triceratops was so realistic, that Noah started crying and I had to pick him up. He was about 7. I remember when he was 16 I let him get his nose pierced at a piercing store on Belmont. He wore the ring only for maybe a year at the most, and after the first few weeks, it was not worn quite as much. He was so sweet.

Noah used to make up his own words when he was younger, descriptive and apt. Mom’s dog Guinness was rubbing her body along the couch and Noah said that Guinness was “smoothing” on the couch. He used to say to Guinness, “Guinness, the Winness, the Fee Fee Finness”

One time in Corvallis, he was trying to describe a car’s wheel covers/hubcaps, and he called them Hoofpads. He said to me, Dad, you know those things on cars wheel, those Hoofpads.

I am sitting in coffee shop at 37^th & Belmont. Drinking coffee, I was the first customer and waited outside until they opened at 7. In another short while, it will have been 2 years since Noah, and I want to be gone so badly before that horrible anniversary. I have to go through all of his things that my mom has put in neat little containers & boxes. I want to see everything he had, wrote or drew. I am so thankful to have what I do have. I want Lisa to send me the videos they have with Noah in them, I can’t wait to see that. I would also like to get a hold of Ann Langford as she has that funny soap opera that Noah was in. It was shot somewhere in or around the Pearl district and I wish I would have copied it when I had the chance.

Noah had a BB gun for a while, and he told me once that he wanted to shoot a rabbit! Luckily, he got over it. I remember when Kenny and he were heaving apples over the back of my house, they stuck them on the end of sticks and then threw them over our house into the front yard of our neighbor Pauline, across the street. He had a slingshot and used to do a lot of target practice in the back yard. He made a some swords out of cardboard or something, with duct tape, and we had a sword fight in the front yard.

Matthew, his friend, left a comment on the blog that he had left a banana, an apple and some chocolate at the site. I saw it there and wondered who left it, now I know. He emailed that he thought of Noah every day.

Things about Noah

2007-08-01T11:39:00.000-07:00

He didn't like sauerkraut, he loved to bake cookies, chocolate chip usually। He wrote beautifully and very introspectively and his words are so wise। He drew wonderful pictures, he gave thoughtful gifts to his friends, he was creative, young and strong. His bicycle was his joy, and he rode with such confidence and grace.

He wanted to be a bee-keeper at one time in his short life. He read all of the Carlos Castaneda books and was very interested in spirituality and the realm beyond consciousness.

I can see him now, coming into his grandma's backyard, his messenger bag on his shoulder, and the gentle hello.

I dreamt that Noah was at my mother's house, and he said that he had woken up "like five minutes ago", and needed a ride. He had on a brilliantly white brand new shirt, new faded blue jeans, with not a wrinkle, and an intricately wrought Silver belt. He also said something about having to also get ready for his big trip, to Arizona.

He looked so beautiful in my dream, a shining soul, and I think that is what he is now.

Noah's Computer Files, A Recipe

2007-06-06T10:32:00.000-07:00

Black Irish Stew

2# Beef brisket (cubed and browned on flat top)

1&1/2# Potatoes (chopped)

1# Carrots (chopped)

1# White onion (chopped)

2 C. Guinness Stout

1&1/4C. Strong coffee

2T Black pepper

Brown gravy (add slowly untill correct consistancy)

1st Boil potatoes in more than enough water to cover for 10min.

2nd Add beef and carrots, keeping covered w/ water.

3rd Add onions, Guinness and coffee, cook 5min.

4th Add pepper and gravy, use more water as needed.

Thank You

2007-06-04T15:34:00.001-07:00

Thank you to Matt C. for his kind telephone call and remembrance of Noah. I also am thankful for the many strangers that have reached out in a wonderful display of the human spirit.

Almost two years

2007-05-06T07:04:00.000-07:00

Now that it is almost two years since Noah was hit the pain and grief is ever present, unrelenting and almost unbearable. I have to work very hard, every day to stay balanced. Noah would want his family and friends to prosper and keep him in their favorite memories. Occasionally I'll run into one of Noah's friends and they are all such sweet, nice people and it reflects on Noah like a friendly mirror.

Every memory is a precious treasure and I replay them over and over again. His pet rat, Pargart, his room filled with clutter and interesting things. The sight of him wheeling his bicycle into the back yard, his messenger bag on his shoulder and usually a flat tire.

He would call me when he needed a bike repair and I would drive out, pick up him and his bicycle and take him to wherever he needed to go. He used to come to my mom's house and sit in the living room with me and we'd watch one of his favorite shows together, MASH, The Cosby Show, The Simpsons. During those last few weeks, he stopped by almost every day, and I felt such a comforting calmness whenever he was with me. My sweet, darling boy.

Noah and Uncle Jim Small

2007-04-17T09:01:00.000-07:00

Stuff Noah had in his Messenger Bag when he was hit

2007-04-01T14:48:00.000-07:00

Noah's Resume

2007-03-20T08:08:00.000-07:00

Noah J. Cardamon
1706
Portland, Oregon 97214
Telephone (503)

Overview: I am a motivated, self-reliant individual, clean, honest, prompt and courteous. I am seeking a steady, enriching position in a cooperative work environment. I enjoy working in restaurants, cooking, interacting with fellow employees and creating a positive work experience. My past experience includes Customer Service, Cooking, Baking, Dishwashing, Cleaning, Waiting & Bussing Tables. Currently I am working at The Old Lair Hill Market preparing breakfast and lunch dishes.

Work Experience (First to Last)

Gabriel’s Bakery 11th & Broadway Portland, OR (503) 227-4469
Job title: Baker
I was responsible for Production in Baking Pastries, Cookies and Muffins. I filled orders for the next day, and worked alone without supervision. I was responsible for filling invoices, and making sure boxes were completed accurately and on time. I held this part time job while I was attending High School. Supervisor Amilcar Alvarez.

The Beaterville Café 2201 N Killingsworth Avenue Portland, OR
(503) 735-4652
Job title- Cook
I began working here as a Dishwasher and then was promoted to a Cook. I prepared American style traditional Breakfast dishes, Omelets, Sandwiches and Waffles. I Waited on Guests and also Bussed tables. Supervisor Bill Locner.

JR Johnson Incorporated N. Killingsworth, Portand, OR (503) 240-3388
Job title- Shop Hand
This is a commercial painting and construction company. I was responsible for distributing and receiving equipment and filling orders. I kept the shop clean and organized. I also made job-site deliveries using the company truck. Supervisor Chris Johnson

The Vita Café 3024 NE Alberta Street Portland, OR (503) 335-8233
Job title- Cook
I was a Cook as well as a Dishwasher at this Vegetarian and Vegan Café. I cooked Mediterranean and Asian style dishes as well as preparing produce, salads, and entrees. Supervisor Clarence Florens.

Pastaworks 3735 SE Hawthorne Boulevard, Portland, OR
(503) 232-1010
Job title- Delicatessen Cook
I stocked, maintained, and prepared foods for the Deli case. I was responsible for the appearance and freshness of all food items in this upscale Italian and Mediterranean Food Delicatessen. Supervisor Drew.

Kornblatt’s Delicatessen & Bagel Bakery 628 NW 23rd Avenue, Portland, OR
(503) 242-0055
Job title- cook
Duties- cooked Jewish-style deli and breakfast dishes, food prep, and kitchen upkeep.

Education
Metropolitan Learning Center (K-12)
I have completed numerous classes at the following:
Pacific North West College of Art
Portland Community College
Multnomah Art Center

Certifications
I have a valid Oregon driver’s license with a spotless record
As well as a Multnomah County Food Handler’s card.

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Newspaper Story from October 5th, 2005

2005-06-01T14:45:00.000-07:00

When they took my sons life, they should have taken mine as well...

www.registerguard.com © The Register-Guard, Eugene, Oregon

May 31, 2005

Crash kills bicyclist, 23; teens charged

The Associated Press
PORTLAND - A 23-year-old bicyclist was hit and killed early Sunday morning by a teenager whom Portland police said may have been driving while drunk.

Dana Abdullah, 18, struck Noah Jacob Madison Cardamon from behind, Portland Police Sgt. Brian Schmautz said.

The force of the collision sent Cardamon into a car parked at the curb, police said. He was not wearing a helmet and died at the scene, Schmautz said.

According to police, Abdullah originally told officers that she and passenger Sheena Dawn Foster had been driving past and noticed the wounded bicyclist.

After being questioned by police, Abdullah eventually confessed to authorities, witnesses said. She has been charged with one count of criminally negligent homicide.

Foster, 19, was charged with one count of hindering prosecution and one count of interfering with a police officer.

Investigators believe that Abdullah and Foster ``took steps to conceal evidence prior to officers arriving at the scene,'' Schmautz said.

He also said investigators believe that alcohol was a factor in the collision.

Foster told reporters she and Abdullah had just left a bar and were on their way to a friend's house. She said she doesn't remember the car hitting the bicyclist. ``I wish I could take it back ... but I don't know what happened to take anything back,'' Foster said.

Portland Tribune Article

2005-06-01T14:09:00.000-07:00

For 4 cyclists, life’s ride ended in a flash

For 4 cyclists, life’s ride ended in a flash

By JACOB QUINN SANDERS Issue date: Fri, Dec 30, 2005
The Tribune

Four bicyclists died on Portland streets in 2005.
It’s not an unusual number — four died in 2003, five in 2001.
They were killed in all parts of the city — North, Northeast, Southeast, downtown. Only one of the four was determined by Portland police to have been at fault in the crashes that took their lives. And in keeping with the average modern-day Portlander, none of them was born in the city.
But even in bike-mad Portland, it can be easy to forget those riders once had names, faces, friends and families. Aside from the memorial rides organized in their honor, there is little public accounting of who they were.
These are their stories.
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Noah Cardamon could play the didgeridoo.
He learned it when he was 9 after he saw a San Francisco street musician play one. His first one was homemade, from PVC pipe, which he used until his father bought him a real one for Christmas.
His grandmother home-schooled him for several years in Corvallis, where he moved after being born with the aid of a midwife at a house in Sunnyvale, Calif. As a child, he loved to draw. He also loved animals.
He moved in with his single father, Thomas Cardamon Jr., when he was 8.
Only 23 when he died, Cardamon never finished high school but always seemed to have a job, sometimes more than one. Video store clerk, bartender, Beaterville Cafe waiter.
He kept his hair cut short, which only made his brown eyes look bigger. His looks reflected his mother’s heritage: half-black and part American Indian.
He kept journals that his family would not see until after his death.
“We didn’t really know until we read his journals how talented he was,” his father said.
He struggled with alcohol, his father said — working as a bartender (wrong, he was a cook at Biddy McGraw's) didn’t help — and planned to quit his jobs and take work fishing in Alaska for the summer.
“I found the list of clothes and supplies he was going to need in his messenger bag,” Thomas Cardamon said.
He planned on going to a school for bicycle mechanics in Ashland after he got back from Alaska.
Cardamon loved his bike, built it himself from the frame up.
And the messenger bag his father found went with him everywhere...
Two teenage girls in the car initially told police they found Cardamon already on the ground, later admitting being involved in the accident.“I still don’t know if Noah was alive after they hit him or what his last words may have been,” Thomas Cardamon said. “I wish I knew exactly what happened.” Comment: What took 23 years of love and kindness to raise into a beautiful human being, was taken away in seconds by unfeeling strangers. I hope that someday they find some compassion for the life they took.
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