When Miriam Starfish Christling brought her big foot down on Stanford’s horse arena, she raised a small cloud of dust. This was deliberates, She had never been around horses, and she was testing them. She and her parents learned to walk as soft as a cougar. They would stroll naked in the woods around Mount Shasta, hoping to make contact with a Yeti. They heard a Big Foot on several hikes, but failed to spot one. These walks would bring them close to nirvana. Almost every horse in the arena reacted with snorts, and whinnies, their ears pointing at the source of the threat. One young woman was almost thrown out her saddle. Victoria was correct in making her bodyguard leave her spear in the limousine, or there would have been a stampede.
Spotting the framed photos on Commie Stuttmeister’s wall in the Old California Barrel Company, Victoria asked why he owned horses. Victor’s ancestors invested in the ranch Count Cipriani owned in Belmont and Palo Alto. He had driven a herd of cattle to this property the Rothschild bankers invested in. When the Count was made President of the Kingdom of Italy, all the hidden kingdoms in the world, shifted like the San Andreas Fault. The affects are still felt today. There are new lines drawn in the sand.
Victoria didn’t want to got to The Farm and ride. After her great fall, she was afraid she would get killed. Starfish was disgusted with her husband. There was a loud argument at the end of the old Belmont pier, that the killer for BAD – won! She began to recitee all the dangerous men – and women – that she dispatched.
The horses could smell blood on the beast with the narrow hips and tapered back, where from her wide Nordic shoulders swung these long arms that moved like the wild animal in that famous film, Victoria borrowed riding clothes, and saddled up a Stuttmeister horse. She chose the most spirited. When she came prancing out of th Red Barn, her horse reared up when it came onto the arena. Starfish gasped as her husband struggled to point the horse at the first jump. With a kick to it’s rib, the horse came charging in a cloud of dust. Victoria went for the tallest steeple – and she cleared it with room to spare! The Animal squealed with joy, causing the horses at a distance to sound an alarm!
“Yeti?”
Cougar!”
To be continued
I had my lunch with my Blue Russian out on the balcony. I had just seen Mike Pence announce he is running by going after transsexuals’ had just found “The Farm” and was inspired to compose again. It was a sign from the Rose Barn. Here is Lara Roozemond who inspired the first chapters of the Royal Janitor. She is an actress. who rode Friesian horses. Ces Roozemond is the head breeder. Lara is the girl in pigtails at an award ceremony. I am authoring the firs Bond book starring a woman. I suspect Lara is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor..
I got another poem by Roozemond in my e-mail. I sent her about five messages. She never responds. I gave her several feedbacks, but, they are not approved. The only response was to those three posts on her facebook, that she asked me to remove.
I think I got a great short story, where an old man is dying, and he chooses this beautiful woman to leave everything to. He knows all the producers in Hollywood, and they want her to come there and do several screen tests. But, she is in such a rush, so busy with her career, she never responds to anything.
The man dies, and leaves everything to an animal shelter. Before he kicks the bucket, he authors the most beautiful farewell poem ever written. It goes into her SPAM pile, where all his e-mails…….go!
She had read only half his first e-mail, and was going to read the rest, when she was not in such a rush. She meant to put it in her save file, but hit the SPAM button instead. From then on her computer recognized the miscreant, and – SPAMMED HIS ASS – but good!
Jon
P.S. Did I just write Lara a poem – she will never read?
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Rush Rush
I am in a hurry because the day is short I am in a hurry because the pressure is high I’m in a hurry because it has to be finished I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do I am in a hurry because I have to result I am in a hurry because everybody is in a hurry I am in a hurry because I am stuck in a current I am in a hurry because I have to meet expectations I am in a hurry because I am wasting my time I am in a hurry because it is almost tomorrow I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do tomorrow I am in a hurry because I have to do so much I’m in a hurry because I do nothing I am in a hurry because time is in a hurry I am in a hurry because it is evening I am in a hurry because I am not satisfied yet I am in a hurry because I am in a hurry I am in a hurry because I am tired
This is a poem from Lara sent to my e-mail on April 17th. I just found it. Are you getting a message, a cry for “HELP!” ?
No one responds to her poetry, but me. I first sent her a url to this blog when I did. I think she thought it was spam, thought that was all she deserves. It is said life imitates art. The top pic came with the poem. It has occurred to me that if I died, I might be….an angel.
Jon
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Flight I swim I swim in a sea of rules I get stuck in a safety net of fear Words are shooting through space Tears are building up Fires will go flames Bomb explodes Hard noise, limited visibility No oxygen Run in danger
I run I run without a final destination I am hunting but without protection I get out of breath but I do not stop I am tired but I ignore that I’m going on
I’m going on I do not have to stand still I need a new adventure I need confirmation I have to keep hunting I have to adrenaline I have to continue
I flee and I know why I’m going to keep the secret I’m not telling you You do not know It does not do anything to you I’m not hurting you You do not feel any pain I hurt myself I feel pain I am in pain I am in pain au Stop at au
I stop I stop for now I return I feel small I want to be myself I do not want to be myself I’m stuck I’m stuck I’m stuck I’m stuck Back to the sea I’m going to swim again
Jeff Bezos owns a huge chunk of the money making James Bond Myth. But, I am kin to Ian Fleming via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. I have several Bond books in the works. I chose Lara Roozemond to be my star – and new muse! She inspires me. Who inspires Jeff – who can not get his super yacht past a drawbridge in Rotterdam.
Several years ago, I cast Lara as Helen – who launched a thousand ships. The Flemish People have a horse in the race. May I suggest Jeff make Cees Roozemond’s horse dream come to, and, make his daughter a star, or, a Princess Rose. Then he can take The Rose of Holland for a world cruise in order to let the Democracy Loving People know Holland will never forget, or, forgive!
Old Hollywood had a tradition of Courting Beautiful Starlets! Why should the Dutch People bow down as the Oceanco – passes! Go see Ceez, Jeff. And apologize to the people who mastered the sea – and the Friesian Horse!
Not a rose
Nor a horse
But a whisper
in the wind
Our Lady
passes
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
“It’s the only route to the sea,” a spokesperson for the mayor of Rotterdam told AFP, confirming the news of the bridge’s dismantling. According to Dutch news, ship builder Oceanco convinced the city to dismantle part of the bridge. The Rotterdam mayor’s spokesperson also confirmed that Bezos would pay for the dismantling and rebuilding of the bridge.
In November, Oceano’s chairman, Omani businessman Dr. Mohammed Al Barwani, spoke of the 127 meter (416 feet) sailing yacht the company was working on without mentioning Bezos. Later, Boat Internationalidentified the 127m yacht as the one commissioned by the Amazon founder.
Victoria Bond was born on April 17th. This is like a movie within a movie. When I called Lara ‘My Wing’ I wondered if I had called her my angel…..who is reborn.
Tragically She killed herself on 3rd July 1965 aged only 35, overdosing on sleeping pills. When someone dies young it is always a sad event, what is most sad about Dyer is how she seems to have been forgotten. Sources for this entry are very few and far between. Maybe she will be rediscovered and more light can be shed on this sad lady who had everything given to her, yet could not find peace and happiness.
Since the dawn of human history, there have been beautiful, rich women who seem to ‘have it all’. Some have created enduring ripples (Daisy Fellowes), some have chosen to look beyond their comfortable existence (Millicent Rogers). Even with the current batch of socialites, it can feel like they will linger forever (hardly a thought that fills me with joy….). Having said that, you can seem blessed but you can still be written out of history. Just look at the life, death and blackout of Nina Dyer.
Born Nina Sheila Dyer on 15 February 1930 in Sri Lanka. Her family were wealthy thanks to their tea plantation. Seeking more stimulation, Dyer moved first to London and then Paris for her modelling career.
At high noon on June 8, 2023, I discovered the ‘Order of the White Rose. This is what I have been searching for since 1997. Eureka!
On may 4, 2021 I founded the Belmont School of Espionage that would be based on the campus of the Colleges of Notre Dame de Namur. I did not see it being based in Ralston Hall that was dedicatee as a Historical Monument in 1972, the year the Founding Father of Belmont was dug up out of his grave and thrown in a hole in Redwood City. Count Cipriani was the other founder who sold his property in Belmont to The Rothschilds, who may have been funding several groups who were trying to establish colonies in California and Mexico. The Carl Janke Expedition may have been funded by the Rothschilds. The History Department of Stanford needs to do a complete research of the Deeds filed in the Belmont City Archives.
I will write another letter to Governor Gavin Newsom who was in partnership with all members of the Getty and Pelosi. Family. I need to be installed in Ralston Hall – immediately! Experts say Putin’s invasion of the Ukraine is motivated by his desire to restore the Russian Monarchy. Harry Windsor and family carry the DNA of the Romanovs/ I hereby Knight Harry Windsor the Grandmaster of the White Oreer of the Rose. His mother was of the Stuart linage.
I am going to write another letter to my kin, Karl Schwarzenberg and see if he will request the Schnitzer Museum lend The Last Audience of the Habsburg, to the Order of the Whit Rose that will hang in the great hall, where pretenders to the throne of Europe will gather. It is my desire to play the Phantom of the Opera at the first Masque Ball.
There are three Victors in my immediate family. My father, Victor William Presco named his youngest daughter, Victoria Mary Presco, who is great, great, great granddaughter of Carl Janke. And granddaughter of Mary Magdalene Rosamond. The Davinci Code – is a work of fiction! Real students will love attending balls in Ralston Hall where there will be a graduation ceremony. Here is the real Disneyland. From here we will moon Governor DeSantis and make the Count of Margo-Lago green with envy! How the mighty have fallen!
. He met Santa Anna and discused with him his colonization project in Sonora by bringing 6,000 emigrants from Upper California from Europe in six years.
Santa Anna refused the proposals and Raousset-Boulbon’s forces were finally defeated by General José María Yáñez on July 13, 1854. He is shot dead on August 12, 1854.
Around 1860 a group of rich Mexican emigrants met in Europe, they had fled the Juarez revolution. Catholic and conservative, they looked for support in Europe for their plan to establish a monarchy in Mexico. They needed money, troops and a genuine European noble. The Bonapartes had tried to bestow nobility upon Cipriani, but he refused fearing to become more of a puppet then he was. Victor Emanuel had made him Governor of Balogna, and he would become the first President of the United Kingdom of Italy. Cipriani would marry an American, Mary Tolly Worhtington of Baltimore County who a descendant of George Washington. Cipriani descends from the famous Caracciolo family of Naples, and appears to be the son of Napoeleon’s major dommo, Franchesci Cipriani. The whole truth is not being told here, and Cipriani may have been playing down the royal hand he was dealt.
It appears that Cipriani was successful in uniting the House of Savoy with the Bonapartes, and thus the House of Stuart. Prince Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul of France, Pr Napoléon, married in Turin in 1859, Princess Clothilde of Savoy daughter of Victor Emanuel. From this union would come other Bonapartes with the name Victor. Prince Napoléon Victor Jérôme Frédéric, Prince LOUIS Jérôme Victor Emmanuel Léopold Marie, and, Prince Charles Marie Jérôme Victor Was the Jacobite ‘Order of the White Rose’ somewhat successful in their plan to put the Stuarts on a throne and rule the world? There appears to contention with the Prussians who can claim the same ancestry through the Winter Queen of Bohemia, Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of King James, and thus the Hanovers who are in all regards, the Windsors.
A California Historical Landmark (CHL) is a building, structure, site, or place in California that has been determined to have statewide historical landmark significance.[1][2][3]
Historical significance is determined by meeting at least one of these criteria:[4]
The first, last, only, or most significant of its type in the state or within a large geographic region (Northern, Central, or Southern California);
Associated with an individual or group having a profound influence on the history of California; or
An outstanding example of a period, style, architectural movement or construction; or is the best surviving work in a region of a pioneer architect, designer, or master builder.[4]
Erected 1972 by State Department of Parks & Recreation, California Historical Society. (Marker Number 856.)
The Order of the White Rose of Finland was established by Gustaf Mannerheim in his capacity as regent (temporary head of state) on January 28, 1919.[4][5] The name comes from the nine roses argent in the coat of arms of Finland.[6] The order’s rules and regulations were confirmed on May 16, 1919,[7] and its present rules date from June 1, 1940. The revised scale of ranks was confirmed most recently in 1985. The original decorations were designed by Akseli Gallen-Kallela. The swastikas of the collar were replaced by fir crosses in 1963, designed by heraldic artist Gustaf von Numers. The honour can be granted for military as well as civilian merit.
In 1889, the New Gallery in London put on a major exhibition of works related to the House of Stuart, organized by Henry Jenner. Ashburnham – the president of the gallery – persuaded Queen Victoria to lend a number of items to the exhibition, as did the wife of her son Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany and families with Jacobite sympathies and pasts from England and Scotland donated items.[3]
The exhibition was a significant popular success[7][8] and revived public interest in the House of Stuart generally, and Jacobitism specifically.[3]
The Order of the White Rose of Finland was established by Gustaf Mannerheim in his capacity as regent (temporary head of state) on January 28, 1919.[4][5] The name comes from the nine roses argent in the coat of arms of Finland.[6] The order’s rules and regulations were confirmed on May 16, 1919,[7] and its present rules date from June 1, 1940. The revised scale of ranks was confirmed most recently in 1985. The original decorations were designed by Akseli Gallen-Kallela. The swastikas of the collar were replaced by fir crosses in 1963, designed by heraldic artist Gustaf von Numers. The honour can be granted for military as well as civilian merit.
Koruna Ćeská would rebuild the ancient Czech Kingdom
Former Prime Minister Miloš Zeman called them “one of the parties that could fit in an elevator.” Social Democrat Party Chairman Jiří Paroubek once referred to them as “not even small fish, but plankton.”
The members of Koruna Česká, a national party that wants to transform the government into a constitutional monarchy, are used to condescendence.
But, with between 400 and 500 members and government representation in four municipalities, Koruna Česká is not just some farcical movement.
“We’re not satirists, and we’re not some virtual party,” says party Chairman Václav Srb. “We’re simply the political embodiment of a movement to reunify the historic territories of Bohemia, Moravia and Silesia under the Czech crown.”
Today, the crown jewels of the old Czech kingdom are locked away by seven keys, asleep in a secured chamber within the St. Vitus Cathedral. But if Srb and his fellow party members have their way, the storied St. Václav crown — the very same headpiece conceived by Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV in the 14th century — would once again adorn the head of a Czech monarch.
Koruna Česká was founded in 1990 as the reincarnation of České děti, a monarchist movement that sprang up in the revolutionary atmosphere of 1988. That year, the dissident members of České děti published a manifesto advocating the renewal of the Czech kingdom, which was reprinted by communist newspaper Rudé právo in an effort to discredit the group. “By showing the public that the dissidents had become monarchists, the comrades wanted to prove that [the dissidents] had gone completely insane,” Srb says. “However, it had the opposite effect.”
By publishing key passages of the manifesto, Rudé právo brought the movement to the attention of dozens of like-minded individuals who had previously thought they were alone in their views. In 1991, over 400 people filled the Realistické (now Švandovo) theatre in Smíchov for Koruna Česká’s first official assembly. “Until then, each of us thought that we were isolated in our persuasion,” Srb says. “Every monarchist was therefore pleasantly surprised to learn that there were more of us who had found the same solution.”
Czech monarchists raise money to give the grandson of the last King of Bohemia a crown
The Association for the Restoration of the Czech Kingdom has raised money to make a copy of the St. Wenceslas Crown for Charles Habsburg. The grandson of the last Austrian Emperor Charles I, who was also the king of Bohemia and Hungary, will celebrate his 60th birthday on January 11.
Charles Habsburg is unlikely to ascend the throne in the Czech Republic anytime soon, but his chances of getting the St. Wenceslas Crown for his birthday are considerable. If he is willing to settle for a copy, that is. The gift to order was made by the Turnov jeweler Jiří Urban and commissioned by the Association for the Restoration of the Czech Kingdom – a small group of enthusiastic monarchists who feel that the nation would fare much better under a monarch.
The Czech-Republican is a member of NATO and the Ukraine is not. Any attack upon Czechoslovakia, will be met with NATO forces. We are in a information war with Russia. Putin is motivated by his desire to see the Romanov Empire restored.
Virginia is kin to Empress Zita and I descend from the Sensheim-Schwarzenbergs via my Rosamond family in America. The Free World can help build a Royal Mountain
Virginia’s family is kin to the Habsburgs via her Cosse-Brissac relatives.
Vinzenz was 1,300th Knight of the Order of the Golden Fleece in Austria. From his first marriage (1981–1991) with Hélène de Cossé-Brissac (1960–) he had two daughters: Princess Adelheid Marie Beatrice Zita (b. Vienna, 25 November 1981), married in Deutschfeistritz-Peggau on 31 January 2009 Count Dominic von(b. London, 7 October 1973), son of Count Hans Heinrich von Coudenhove Kalergi and wife Cornelia Carter Roberts Princess Hedwig Maria Beatrice Hermine (b. Vienna, 28 November 1982), married in Schloss Waldstein on 10 May 2008 Comte Olivier de Quélen (b. Paris, 25 April 1980), son of Jean-Louis, Comte de Quélen and wife Nicole Cansou
Good morning. It is with much honor that I announce I am a Republican Candidate for President of the United States of America, Titular President of Stanford, and the Rightful King of Italy.
Count John Presco, Duke of Belmont, President Belmont Soda Works and Royal Rosamond Press
My response to Stanford’s Wooing of the City of Belmont
My name is John Presco. I tried to speak by was not signed in correctly. I am the President of Royal Rosamond Press a newspaper for the arts. I ran for Governor of Oregon. Phil Knight funded a rival. Knight has a huge influence on Eugene. I lived fifty feet from the campus for twelve years. I am the great grandson of Carl Janke, a co-founder of Belmont. What happened to his remains, is the perfect example of what most people fear when dealing with mega corporation. The City of Belmont does not know what they are up against. You need experts on your side. In anticipation of what I knew I would see from Stanford, we saw trees and streams, and pastoral images of what the church has done. Your last speaker struck a vein with a meditation shrine. The term “legacy” was used in regards to Ralston Hall. I believe one of Janke’s portable houses is there. Look at their history department. See what kind of books the faculty is writing. This is what students want to learn. They will become citizens of Belmont. You will be responsible for them – as citizens! Go look at my blog Royal Rosamond Press. I tell your city what I want. It took me four hours to say so. Stanford is not truthful when they said they need more time to put their package together. It is – already done! They got – THE TEAM! You’re being toyed with, like a cat, who already has eaten the mouse! They’re lining up more investors, reassuring them they are giving you a good walk in the park. I want to move to Belmont. You need a good newspaper man. You need…The Son of Janke! I wrote two T.V. series about – OUR TOWN. I work fast. I get $900 a month.
I must announce the death of the Senator General Count Leonetto Cipriani. He ceased to live May 10 last in his castle at Bellavista, Centuri in Corsica, where he was born October 16, 1812. He was a man of mettle and of strong spirit, and gave evidence not dubious in his eventful life, sealed with the fact of having written by himself and with a sure hand, shortly before his death, the news of his death that he was sent to the Presidency. In this unique announcement he declares that all praise is read in the Senate a letter that he wrote in 1860 the King Vittorio Emanuele. To fulfill the last wishes of his colleague, I will read this document for him honorable, which was then published, and that will be what conchiusione one can say authoritatively this brief commemoration. “Colonel, the important services she has rendered to the nation since 1848, and mainly in the last year, holding the Romagna, would not let me give up avail myself of his work patriotic and sagacious . But since for reasons of personal convenience, she has to go elsewhere, and walks away before the country was able to give her a certificate of appreciation and esteem with which accompanies it, do not be disagreeable that I witnessed the senses of my grateful heart. Italians will not forget what she did in very difficult times for the national cause, and this will pel noble soul of her prize grateful. I know that in any event she future there niegherà the support of his arm and his council . This I wanted to tell her, who identified himself with the destiny of the nation, they divide the hopes and duties. Florence, April 29, 1860. Vittorio Emanuele. ”
In Russia, a separate branch of the family refuses to accept the new rules. Prince Aimone di Aosta, Vittoria’s distant cousin, declined ABC News’ request for comment, but told the New York Times Vittoria’s claim is “totally illegitimate.”
Vittoria’s father disagrees. He said the reason some don’t support Vittoria is because they wish they had her power.
Prince Aimone of Savoy-Aosta, 6th Duke of Aosta (Aimone Umberto Emanuele Filiberto Luigi Amedeo Elena Maria Fiorenzo di Savoia-Aosta; born 13 October 1967) is one of two claimants to be head of the House of Savoy. Since November 2019, he has served as the Ambassador of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta to Russia.[1][2]
Aimone’s engagement to Princess Olga of Greece, daughter of Prince Michael of Greece and Denmark, was announced in May 2005. Olga and Aimone are second cousins; both being great-grandchildren of the French pretender Prince Jean, Duke of Guise. They are also second cousins-once-removed, as George I of Greece is Olga’s patrilineal great-grandfather and Aimone’s great-great-grandfather. Several falsely reported wedding dates marked what was to become a three-year engagement.[11][12][13] The couple finally wed on 16 September 2008 at the Italian embassy in Moscow, the city in which Aimone is employed. Their religious marriage took place on 27 September 2008 at Patmos.[14][15][16][17]
Only one room recalls the original builder of the “modest villa” that was transformed into Ralston Hall; the Cipriani Room.
“Adjoining the ballroom is a drawing room believed to be the central room of the original Cipriani villa which Ralston incorporated into his home. To support this theory are three deviations from the general pattern throughout the rest of the house: 1) the fireplace is Italian marble instead of the laurel wood of the other fireplaces; 2) the ceiling is painted and there is no ventilating system around the top; 3) the floor is narrow-sawed cedar.”
-The 1977 inventory for the National Register of Historic Places Nomination Form for Ralston Hall, California historical landmark #865.
The application submittal is the first step in a comprehensive regulatory process led by the city to study Stanford’s high-level vision to redevelop the campus. The approval process will also include robust community engagement.
The development plan would provide Stanford with the flexibility to reposition the campus in a way that supports new academic uses and greater community engagement. It does not include specific plans for new or renovated facilities, but it sets specific conditions under which those plans can be submitted in the future.
Stanford’s vision includes four themes inspired by the ideas of our community. Woven throughout those themes is a commitment to ensuring equity and inclusion in our research and on our campus, embedding ethics across research and education and engaging with partners beyond our walls to learn from and give back to our local and global community.
Stanford launched an extensive community outreach effort after signing the agreement with NDNU. A key goal of this effort was to understand how Belmont residents engage with the campus, and how they would like to further engage with it, should Stanford ultimately purchase the property.
Ralston Mansion – Stanford will invest in the restoration and preservation of Ralston Mansion, and will create opportunities for the community to again utilize the facility, which was closed in 2012.
Establish a Stanford Belmont Educational Initiative – Stanford will immediately begin a community process to identify and support mission-aligned initiatives and programs that champion and invest in innovative education, with an emphasis on transitional kindergarten through 12th grade and the educational ecosystem.
The community benefits would be provided through a companion agreement with the city of Belmont that would last for 30 years, a timeframe that reflects the anticipated period of redevelopment envisioned by Stanford.
The King of Sicily’s fame as an amateur painter[a] formerly led to the optimistic attribution to him of many paintings in Anjou and Provence, in many cases simply because they bore his arms. These works are generally in the Early Netherlandish style, and were probably executed under his patronage and direction, so that he may be said to have formed a school of the fine arts in sculpture, painting, goldsmith’s work and tapestry.[17] He employed Barthélemy d’Eyck as both painter and varlet de chambre for most of his career.[citation needed]
He exchanged verses with his kinsman, the poet Charles of Orléans.[17] René was also the author of two allegorical works: a devotional dialogue, Le Mortifiement de vaine plaisance (The Mortification of Vain Pleasure, 1455), and a love quest, Le Livre du Cuer d’amours espris (The Book of the Love-Smitten Heart, 1457). The latter fuses the conventions of Arthurian romance with an allegory of love based on the Romance of the Rose. Both works were exquisitely illustrated by his court painter, Barthélémy d’Eyck. Le Mortifiement survives in eight illuminated manuscripts. Although Barthélémy’s original is lost, the extant manuscripts include copies of his miniatures by Jean le Tavernier, Jean Colombe, and others. René is sometimes credited with the pastoral poem “Regnault and Jeanneton”,[b] but this was more likely a gift to the king honoring his marriage to Jeanne de Laval.[citation needed]
John II (2 August 1424 – 16 December 1470), Duke of Lorraine and King of Naples, married Marie de Bourbon, daughter of Charles I, Duke of Bourbon, by whom he had issue. He also had several illegitimate children.
René and his Order of the Crescent were adopted as “historical founders” by the Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity in 1912, as exemplars of Christian chivalry and charity. Ceremonies of the Order of the Crescent were referenced in formulating ceremonies for the fraternity.
The daughter of Lenonetto, Lisi Cecilla Cipriani, appears to have been employed as a spy. Her great uncle had many conversations with the Napoleon family who made plans to invade California from Mexico. My kin, John Fremont, with the help of the Jessie Scouts, thwarted this plan. This is as close to much of European History as any territory that comprises the United States, as you can get. It has sat over there in the city of Belmont, in a captured state, that is resisted being shared with the rest of the Bay Area, and California!
Yesterday I purchased my THIRTY-FOUR year sober AA coin on Amazon. I bought an Angel Coin for Cristine, and put it in William Stuttmeister niche on our family tomb, where rest his bones. The 91 earthquake opened a crack. With Lisi’s treatise on The Romance of the Rose and the poetry of Dante, alas we have the touchstone and branding my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, worked hard at. Lisi mentions the play Troylus which was one of Shakespeare’s problem plays. I mentioned Belmont having a Shakespeare theatre. Rena as Helen may now be Rena as Cressida.
In 1851 he brought to Belmont a prefabricated house in 1,200 parts, to be fastened together with 700 hooks and 26,000 screws. He invested in local realestate but lacked the Midas touch. The Count sold his prefab house and sailed back east to organize a wagon train to move overland to the Pacific. In 1853 the Count left Missouri with 11 wagons, 24 hired hands, 500 cattle, 600 cattle, 60 horses, and 40 mules. He wrote an account of this six-month journey that became the book ‘The California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani’ by Ernest Falbo.
Count Cipriani was born in Centuri Corsica, on October 10, 1812. On his father’s side he is descended from an old Florentine family of Ghibellines, which after a long struggle with the vitorious Guelfs, found refuge in Corsica in the fifteenth century. On his mother’s side he is descended from Saint Francis Caracciolo of Naples, and thus Saint Aquinas. This struggle inspired Shakespear to write ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and thus the question “What is in a name?” came to be.
“Returning to Paris in October, 1855, he was warmly received by his friend Prince Napoleon who overwhelmed him with questions about his travels in America. “I answered them the best I could.” Cipriani wrote, “But , it is a veritable deluge….We keep talking about my journeys, of the Sanora, of conquering it.” Perhaps he thought of seizing it for France and hoped the prince might persuade his cousin the Emperor to finance the undertaking. “It is an idea in the air,” he added, “that I would willingly undertake, if necessary capital and men were available.”
To another member of the imperial household, Jerome Bonaparte, ex-king of Westphalia, Cipriani revealed tha the had considerable investments in California and hinted at receiving interest of twelve to fifteen percent a month on his money. He also boasted of his house in Belmont which “out there is considered magnificent.”
On behalf of the Emperor Napoleon 3, he visited King Victor Emanuel of Sardinia to explore the possibilities of a matrimonial arrangement between the ruling houses as a prelude to a political- military alliance between France and Sardinia. The conversation eventually turned to Cipriani’s overland journey of 1853, which apparently had not escaped the king’s notice. “I have heard tell,” he said, “of a great journey of yours, with you on horseback and camping out.”
“For eight solid months, Your Majesty,” Cipriani replied, making certain to include the time he left San Francisco in February to October, 1853. “But it is true.” the king continued, “that you led covered wagons and crossed the Rocky Mountains where there was roads, and great rivers without any bridges.”
The above is from the ‘California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani’. a journey that may constitute the first cattle drive. What this diary reveals is France’s plan to conquer Mexico, and perhaps the Western United States.
Not only have I found Sleeping Beauty Rosa, I have found her Kingdom in San Francisco!
“After Victor Emmanuel became King of Sardinia he appointed Cipriani to be his first consul in San Francisco.”
Cipriani’s home was brought around the Cape by my kindred, Carl Janke, whose daughter married William Stuttmeister. I believe my kindred were chosen to help found the Sardinian Colony that would support Victor Emmanuel’s kingdom. This is astonishing! With the history of John Fremont and his wife, Jessie Benton, my kindred are the Acme of California History.
Many historians have wondered why the Italian Mafia was not present in California (with the exception of Big Bone Remmer) It appears the Sardinians own the franchise. Now I understand why, and how, my father, Victor William Presco, was a “made man”. The Stuttmeisters may be Italian-Germans. Here is William Stuttmeister and Cipriani.
I declare myself the Cultural Embasador of the Kingdom of Sardinia. I will establish a cultural exchange between Sardinia and its California Colonly. I will make Sardinia the the Tourist Mecca for San Francisco natives. We will form a Art Exchange program based upon the works of Frederico Biesta, a owner of a SF newspaper. There will be a Festival Sardinia Day held in Belmont.
Christine came to live with me at the Idle Hands Commune in San Francisco paid for by Betty Williams, who was married to Col. Zorthian, a Armenian who was titled ‘The Last Bohemian’. We knew the manufacturers of LSD that fueled the Kesey Revolution. Nancy Van Brasch lived with us. Jessie Benton was a good friend of Lewis Kossuth who lived with Giuseppe Mazzini in London. She and John had a bodyguard made up of Hungarian Forty-Eighters who also fought the Papal Army in Europe. Wenzel Anton Prescowitz was a Forty-Eighter from Bohemia. We are looking at the most radical people in the world that would form the Abolitionist Republican Party.
This is the Invisible Revolution that made California a Colony of the Kingdom of Sardinia that was surrounded by the Habsburgs who had backed the Papacy for a thousand years. This is why Count Cipriani drove a herd of cattle to California known for its fruit and vegetables. The Rose of the World Revolution would not be starved out. If Opus Dai had a mortal enemy, it was Victor Emanuel, and Belle Marie Rosa.
Click on top photo to enlarge. There is a gun hanging in the tree between my father;s grandfather, William Broderick, and his wife, Alice Stuttmeister, who looks like Christine and Vicki. We lived with Beema and Beepa in Oakland where these folks fled after the San Francisco after the earthquake. The gentleman holding the wine may be the father of William Broderick. There is no lineage for this branch who I suspect were the Illuminati, and sold barrels to bootleggers during Prohibition. Who do you think owns that rifle? How many Catholics fell in the sights of this weapon?
There is a black wreath hung in the tree next to the rifle. What message does that give?
Then there are the Rougemont Knight Templars that owned the Shroud of Turin. They were the Dukes of Athens, and very possible my kindred on my mother Rosemary’s side. The Stuttmeisters were Teutonic Knights. President Obama sent more troops to fight ISIS from Germany.
To my loyal friends, Marilyn Reed, and Amy Sargent, history will honor you as Good Souls, who cared about my mental and physical health. Like I told my sixteen year old daughter after we met for the first time……
After Napoleon’s defeat in 1815, the Italian states were restored to their former rulers. Under the domination of Austria, these states took on a conservative character. Secret societies such as the Carbonari opposed this development in the 1820s and ’30s. The first avowedly republican and national group was Young Italy, founded by Giuseppe Mazzini in 1831. This society, which represented the democratic aspect of the Risorgimento, hoped to educate the Italian people to a sense of their nationhood and to encourage the masses to rise against the existing reactionary regimes. Other groups, such as the Neo-Guelfs, envisioned an Italian confederation headed by the pope; still others favored unification under the house of Savoy, monarchs of the liberal northern Italian state of Piedmont-Sardinia.
Victor Amadeus initially resisted the exchange, and until 1723 continued to style himself King of Sicily rather than King of Sardinia. The state took the official title of Kingdom of Sardinia, Cyprus and Jerusalem, as the house of Savoy still claimed the thrones of Cyprus and Jerusalem, although both had long been under Ottoman rule.
On 17 March 1861, law no. 4671 of the Sardinian Parliament proclaimed the Kingdom of Italy, so ratifying the annexations of all other Apennine states, plus Sicily, to the Kingdom of Sardinia.[17] The institutions and laws of the Kingdom were quickly extended to all of Italy, abolishing the administrations of the other regions. Piedmont became the most dominant and wealthiest region in Italy and the capital of Piedmont, Turin, remained the Italian capital until 1865, when the capital was moved toFlorence. But many revolts exploded throughout the peninsula, especially in southern Italy, and on the island of Sicily, because of the perceived unfair treatment of the south by the Piedmontese ruling class. The House of Savoy ruled Italy until 1946 when Italy was declared a republic by referendum. In this referendum the southern regions, including Sardinia, voted overwhelmingly in favor of the House of Savoy, with the results being 63.8% in favor of maintaining the monarchy.
It appears that Cipriani was successful in uniting the House of Savoy with the Bonapartes, and thus the House of Stuart. Prince Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul of France, Pr Napoléon, married in Turin in 1859, Princess Clothilde of Savoy daughter of Victor Emanuel. From this union would come other Bonapartes with the name Victor. Prince Napoléon Victor Jérôme Frédéric, Prince LOUIS Jérôme Victor Emmanuel Léopold Marie, and, Prince Charles Marie Jérôme Victor Was the Jacobite ‘Order of the White Rose’ somewhat successful in their plan to put the Stuarts on a throne and rule the world? There appears to contention with the Prussians who can claim the same ancestry through the Winter Queen of Bohemia, Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of King James, and thus the Hanovers who are in all regards, the Windsors.
Before introducing the issue of the relationship between theColony and the central government, let us look into this type of political immigration which was characterised by different social implications and cultural backgrounds. In fact, one of these political immigrants was the young Leonetto Cipriani (1812-1888), destined to become the first Sardinian Consul of San Francisco. Assigned the tasks of improving trade between the Sardinian Kingdom and California,
’ in 1852, in quarters which he had physically brought from home. Curiously, the newborn Sardinian Consulate was constructed from 1200 pieces of wood, transported by sea and personally assembled by Cipriani and his entourage. Undoubtedly the official representative of the Sardinian Kingdom was welcomed with “interestand distinction” within a young Italian community which needed political support. Cipriani ’s activity in San Francisco essentially concerned the financial enhancementof the Colony, by improving maritime trade with the homeland. To this end the Consul enlisted the help of Nicola Larco and widely favoured him, funding the most lucrative initiatives of the Ligurian entrepreneur Cipriani was also a romantic: both his venturesome choice of emigrating to California and his early resignation can be traced to this inclination. In any case, more relevant than Cipriani’s impetuous nature is his list of citizens of the Kingdom, which he sent to Turin in 1853: this document is the first original report giving the names and activities of early Italian pioneers in California. Thanks to the list, we are introduced to a number of Italian residents in the West, including Larco and another personage who would later become historically significant: a certain Federico Biesta, vaguely and informally defined as a property owner Possibly even more interesting than the names included on the list is the exclusion of certain others. For instance, though his presence in San Francisco during the same period is well-established, the Sardinian Consul did not mention Felice Argenti, founder of the 1941 North American Chapter of the Giovine Italia. We now know that many others were also excluded from the list as well as Argenti: the new Consul, in fact, deliberately
During the nineteenth century many prominent Italian travelers visited the Far West. One of the earliest visitors was Leonetto Cipriani (1812-1888). Cipriani was born in Corsica but his family roots (like those of Napoleon Bonaparte) were in Tuscany. After the Battle of Waterloo the family returned to Tuscany where it established a successful mercantile business. Cipriani was eventually appointed by Grand Duke Leopold II to be governor of Livorno and in that capacity established relations with King Carlo Alberto (King of Sardinia) and Louis Napoleon (President of France). – See more at: http://sanfranciscoitaly.com/post/123993261859/meet-the-first-italian-consul-in-san-francisco#sthash.e7UAQ3f2.dpuf
After Victor Emmanuel became King of Sardinia he appointed Cipriani to be his first consul in San Francisco. Cipriani’s memoirs, which contain narratives of three separate journeys to California in 1851, 1853 and 1871, were published in1934. He recorded some very interesting encounters. In fact, the accounts of his two earliest journeys are the only central overland narrative written by an Italian. Throughout his travels he encountered local leaders and diplomats as well as other Italians. In Salt Lake City he met Brigham Young and other members of the Mormon hierarchy, with whom he established good relations, as well as an Italian musician named Gennaro Capone. In San Francisco, he was introduced to the French and Austrian Consuls as well as Nicola Lauro who he described as “the richest Italian merchant in the city” and his cousin Ottavio Cipriani. He also describes how he assembled his elegant prefabricated home in Belmont, the first of consequence on the San Francisco peninsula, later to become the Ralston mansion.
His memoirs Avventure della mia vita (pictured above) were published more than forty-five years after his death and were based on a manuscript that is still located in Bastia, Corsica in the original sea chest that he used during his travels. These memoirs were first translated into English by Ernest Falbo and published as California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani from 1853 through 1871 (Portland, OR: The Champoeg Press, 1962). More recently I had the honor to examine the Cipriani archives in Bastia, Corsica. I included excerpts from Cipriani’s account in my documentary history of European travelers (including other prominent Italians) who visited Utah entitled “On the Way to Somewhere Else” (Salt Lake City: University of Utah Press, 2010) which is still in prin
The Papal States were territories in the Italian Peninsula under the sovereign direct rule of the pope, from the 8th century until 1870. They were among the major states of Italy from roughly the 8th century until the Italian Peninsula was unified in 1861 by the Kingdom of Piedmont-Sardinia. At their zenith, they covered most of the modern Italian regions of Lazio (which includes Rome), Marche, Umbria and Romagna, and portions of Emilia. These holdings were considered to be a manifestation of the temporal power of the pope, as opposed to his ecclesiastical primacy. After 1861, the Papal States, reduced to Lazio, continued to exist until 1870. Between 1870 and 1929, the pope had no physical territory at all. Eventually Italian leader Benito Mussolini solved the crisis between modern Italy and the Vatican, and, in 1929, the Vatican City State was granted sovereignty.
Count Cipriani was born in Centuri Corsica, on October 10,
1812. On his father’s side he is descended from an old Florentine family of Ghibellines, which after a long struggle with the vitorious Guelfs, found refgue in Corsica in the fifteenth century. On his mother’s side he is descended from Saint Francis Caracciolo of Naples, and thus Saint Aquinas. This struggle inspired Shakespear to write ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and thus the question “What is in a name?” came to be.
Royal Rosamond Press dedicates this closure to my chapter ‘Bohemians and Bankers’ to Cipriani, a man who shaped the West, and knew the ancestor of Rosamond, the ‘Rose of the World.
John Presco
Copyright 2003
“Returning to Paris in October, 1855, he was warmly received by his friend Prince Napoleon who overwhelmed him with questions about his travels in America. “I answered them the best I could.” Cipriani wrote, “But , it is a veritable deluge….We keep talking about my journeys, of the Sanora, of conquering it.” Perhaps he thought of seizing it for France and hoped the prince might persuade his cousin the Emperor to finance the undertaking. “It is an idea in the air,” he added, “that I would willingly undertake, if necessary capital and men were available.” To another member of the imperial household, Jerome Bonaparte, ex-king of Westphalia, Cipriani revealed tha the had considerable investments in California and hinted at receiving interest of twelve to fifteen percent a month on his money. He also boasted of his house in Belmont which “out there is considered magnificent.” On behalf of the Emperor Napoleon 3, he visited King Victor Emanuel of Sardinia to explore the possibilities of a matrimonial arrangement between the ruling houses as a prelude to a political- military alliance between France and Sardinia. The conversation eventually turned to Cipriani’s overland journey of 1853, which apparently had not escaped the king’s notice. “I have heard tell,” he said, “of a great journey of yours, with you on horseback and camping out.” “For eight solid months, Your Majesty,” Cipriani replied, making certain to include the time he left San Francisco in February to October, 1853. “But it is true.” the king continued, “that you led covered wagons and crossed the Rocky Mountains where there was roads, and great rivers without any bridges.”
The above is from the ‘California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani’. a journey that may constitute the first cattle drive. What this diary reveals is France’s plan to conquer Mexico, and perhaps the Western United States.
“Cipriani must have followed with close interest the activities of Count Raousset-Boulbon and other French filibusters in the Sonora province of Mexico. The French consul in San Francisco, in difficulty with the American government for his alleged support of such filibustering activity, wrote to the Sardinian Ministry of Foreign Affairs in 1854 that he was grateful (moral) support he was receiving from Colonel Cipriani. That Cirpiani had entertained some such expedition in the Sonora is clear from his memoirs though there is no evidence of any actual participation.”
https://books.google.com/books?id=ESusAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA213&lpg=PA213&dq=frederico+biesta+cerruti&source=bl&ots=yMSEfYTxVz&sig=e2EUDGXoyaBRpHftjQRoFAGpUzk&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiqvbWyxq_MAhWHKGMKHdfKBIYQ6AEILDAE#v=onepage&q=frederico%20biesta%20cerruti&f=false With the ‘Gold Rush’ came foreigners who sought to fulfill the manifest destiny of their nations who now feared the growing richness and power of America and the role she might play on the world stage. One could say pre-emptive strikes were made against the “boastful barbarians” as Count Cipriani titled most of the Americans he encountered. Without a doubt he followed with interest the moves of Count Gaston Raousset-Boulbon, who arrived in San Francisco on August 22, 1850, just at moment US laws segregated the foreign people who came to search for California riches. His arrival coincided with the move of thousands of French-people who looked for a way out of the wars in their country, who came to find substance and well-being in California. Not finding any gold, Raousett wondered if California’s gold extended into the Mexican State of Sonora. I am sure Ciprinai wondered this as well, and he may have organized his cattle drive for such an expedition, he selling some California property to the Rothschilds to bank-roll his adventure that the Bonapartes were well aware of.
Raousset-Boulbon made his first trip to Mexico in February 1852. Once in Mexico City, he met Consul André Levasseur who introduced him to investors of a company called La Restauradora whose majority partner was Jecker, Torre and Co. On April 7, 1852, Raousset- Boulbon singed a contract with La Restauradora on which he is appointed jointly with an “agent”, who he met in San Francisco, to explore all places in northern Sonora, and discover gold mines.. The Count returned to San Francisco, and recruited a company of about 270 men, in addition to weapons and food. On May 19, 1852, he left San Francisco, on the Archival Gracie to arrive Guaymas, Sonora, the first day of July, under a spectacular welcome provided by the Guaymas people and Sonora authorities. But in no time it was clear he was a rebel. Raousset-Boulbon granted the company with a flag with the French colors and the words “Indepéndance de Sonora”. On October 1852, General Navarro and Blanco faced Roausset near Hermosillo. The treaty with the French company was dissolved, but Blanco guaranteed the security of the French. Raousset-Boulbon, who had hidden in Guaymas, and did not sign the treaty. The project in ruin, the French nobleman returned to San Francisco where he consolidated his mission in Sonora: Becoming rich with the supposed Sonora gold Putting a stop to the US expansionism. Reestablish the pure Latin-blood on the Americas. Taking revenge on Mariano Arista.
Back in Mexico, Arista was deposed and replaced by Juan Bautista Ceballos as the presidency, then by Manuel María Lombardini, who in turn was succeeded by Santa Anna, and Gandsen, US minister to Mexico. Raousset-Boulbon departed from San Francisco on June 16, 1853, arriving in Mexico City on July 7. He met Santa Anna and discused with him his colonization project in Sonora by bringing 6,000 emigrants from Upper California from Europe in six years. Santa Anna refused the proposals and Raousset-Boulbon’s forces were finally defeated by General José María Yáñez on July 13, 1854. He is shot dead on August 12, 1854. Around 1860 a group of rich Mexican emigrants met in Europe, they had fled the Juarez revolution. Catholic and conservative, they looked for support in Europe for their plan to establish a monarchy in Mexico. They needed money, troops and a genuine European noble. The Bonapartes had tried to bestow nobility upon Cipriani, but he refused fearing to become more of a puppet then he was. Victor Emanuel had made him Governor of Balogna, and he would become the first President of the United Kingdom of Italy. Cipriani would marry an American, Mary Tolly Worhtington of Baltimore County who a descendant of George Washington. Cipriani descends from the famous Caracciolo family of Naples, and appears to be the son of Napoeleon’s major dommo, Franchesci Cipriani. The whole truth is not being told here, and Cipriani may have been playing down the royal hand he was dealt.
Jerome Bonaparte married Elizabeth Patterson, and wealthy heiress. Emperor Napoleon had marred Marie-Louis von Habsburg, and it was a Habsburg that be amply qualified to become the first Emperor of Mexico. Napoleon III. gave the emigrants troops, French financial circles assured their assistance. The French supported the conservatives in the civil war with the radicals and occupied the capital. They planned an expansion of France on the American continent close to the United States of America, torn up by the civil war. Maximilian supported aspect of the Confederacy, it said he financing Quantril. After the Civil War many Confederate officers and politicians found sanctuary in Mexico. The brother of the emperor Franz Josef, archduke Ferdinand Max, seemed to be a suitable candidate. He was married to the Belgian princess Charlotte. As commander of the Austrian navy and governor general of Milan, he could not live all his ideas. Poet, lover of large gestures, an emperor throne was enticing for him. In addition he was honestly convinced to be able to bring law and peace to Mexico. In 1863, pushed by Napoleon III., the ambitious Maximilian and its wife Charlotte, fulfilled by romantic ideas, are proclaimed emperor of Mexico. Charlotte saw herself as co-emperor, perhaps even as the actual emperor, requesting her husband to finally show his qualities – in Mexico. Perhaps she wanted also to flee the bores the Miramar castle and the shades of the more beautiful empress Elisabeth. The Austrian court was suspicious about this adventure, Maximilian had to resign any rights of succession to the Austrian throne. An Austrian volunteer corps followed him. Their uniforms aroused the mockery of the Mexican children. On the trip the couple prepared for their new job: How to behave at the audience, how to place guests at diner, which medals to be given, what uniforms the guards should wear. But the emperor found only few followers and an indebted government. The Mexican empire remained limited to a considerable number of generals, ministers, chamberlains, stable masters, cooks, gardeners and palace guards, plus some land owners and businessmen, who profited from the emperor. Maximilian, a Sombrero on his head, traveled around the country, gave dinners and distributed medals. He adopted a small Mexican boy as his son, his mother reclaimed him back later. This was a gesture my father would imitate as he loved history and admired the Habsburgs. The republicans became stronger and advanced. Vienna stood briefly before the 1866 war against Prussia and Italy, and permitted only a limited recruitment of volunteers. But they sent from the imperial collections the shield of Montezuma and the report by Cortez to Karl V., how he had won victory against the Aztecs. The USA supported the opponents of the emperor, conforming to the Monroe doctrine “America the Americans”. They demanded and obtained that the recruitment of volunteers in Austria was stopped, 2000 men already embarked had to leave their ships. With the victory of the north in the American civil war 1865 the decision fell also in Mexico. In vain, empress Charlotte searched assistance. She arrived in Europe after the battle of Königgrätz. In Paris, which had an assistance contract with Mexico, she got the answer from Napoleon III., “it would be good, if her majesty would not hang on to illusions”. Napoleon did not want to invest money into an affair without future. She did not even bother to go to Vienna. Franz Josef did not want to hear anything of its brother, specially not since the Viennese rallied after the lost war against Prussia “Vivat emperor Maximilian”, who seemed to them as more liberal and the better emperor for Austria. Her last hope was the Pope, who could have talked to Napoleon and Franz Josef, concluded a concordat with Mexico and convinced the Mexican catholic church. But Pius IX. only wanted to pray. Charlotte fell into depression, one night fled from the hotel and required lodging in the Vatican. Her brother brought the mentally ill Empress back to Miramar. The French troops withdrew. Maximilian was on the way back to Austria, however his Belgian and Austrian advisor’s, specifically father Fischer convinced him not to give up the throne. Even his mother now requested from him to endure as long this “can happen with honor “. His wife had written in a memorandum before her departure that “abdication is condemning himself, an certification of inability, acceptable for the old and stupid, but not for a prince of 34 years full of live and future.” But his armed forces were small and little motivated. On May 15th, 1867 Maximilian handed his sword to the partisan leader Escobedo. He was taken prisoner. He could have fled, but he had refused to leave his most devoted officers. He was condemned to death. In the prison he complained briefly before his execution, that he was here because he had followed his wife. Now the diplomacy got into motion to prevent that a member of the ruling European dynasty would be shot like a simple murderer. Franz Joseph restored Maximilian’s rights to the succession of the Austrian throne and asked the American secretary of state to intervene. On June 19th, 1867 Maximilian was executed on the Cerro de las Campanas, a hill near the city Queretaro together with the generals Miguel de Miramon and Thomas Mejia – latter an Indian – scarcely 350 years after the murder of Montezuma by Spanish mercenaries. Maximilian gave a golden piece of twenty pesos to each soldier of the firing squad. He was idealist, a human full of liberal thoughts and had honestly hoped to bring the Mexican people liberty and internal peace, “a figure of beautiful, pure knighthood, which will teach up- striving souls that it there is something higher than the bare life and benefit” wrote Adalbert Stifter. He was idealist, a human full of liberal thoughts and had honestly hoped to bring the Mexican people liberty and internal peace, “a figure of beautiful, pure knighthood, which will teach up- striving souls that it there is something higher than the bare life and benefit” wrote Adalbert Stifter.
It appears that Cipriani was successful in uniting the House of Savoy with the Bonapartes, and thus the House of Stuart. Prince Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul of France, Pr Napoléon, married in Turin in 1859, Princess Clothilde of Savoy daughter of Victor Emanuel. From this union would come other Bonapartes with the name Victor. Prince Napoléon Victor Jérôme Frédéric, Prince LOUIS Jérôme Victor Emmanuel Léopold Marie, and, Prince Charles Marie Jérôme Victor Was the Jacobite ‘Order of the White Rose’ somewhat successful in their plan to put the Stuarts on a throne and rule the world? There appears to contention with the Prussians who can claim the same ancestry through the Winter Queen of Bohemia, Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of King James, and thus the Hanovers who are in all regards, the Windsors.
Did the Jacobite movement come to America? I am authoring a biography of my family, and came upon Count Leonetto Cipriani who became the President of Italy.
Jon
“On behalf of the Emperor Napoleon 3, he visited King Victor Emanuel of Sardinia to explore the possibilities of a matrimonial arrangement between the ruling houses as a prelude to a political- military alliance between France and Sardinia.”
“It appears that Cipriani was successful in uniting the House of Savoy with the Bonapartes, and thus the House of Stuart.”
Anarchists, Jacobites, Masons & Manifest Destiny
The City of Belmont California was founded by Count Cipriani who appears to be related to the Anarchists of Italy, who may have had something to do with Sissi’s assasination. Anarchists Clubs sprang up in Italy in response to the Hapsburg’s and Austria coming to rule Italy. Opposed by the Piedmontese and the Milanese, Count Leonetto Cipriani would champion the cause of a free and democratic Italy.
“A writer hostile to Cipriani accused him of forbidding his son Italian citizenship because he did not want the boy to be a subject of an Italy that, after 1882, was allied with the traditional enemy, Hapsburg Austria. Cipriani seldom forgave and never forgot an enemy.”
Whether Leonetto Cipriani is related to the infamous Italian Anarchist, Amilcare Cipriani, I do not know. But, they surely had the same cause, that would come to shape the culture of San Francisco, if not the whole Pacific Coast, and not just the Italian community. It appears that Cipriani was successful in uniting the House of Savoy with the Bonapartes, and thus the House of Stuart. Prince Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul of France, Pr Napoléon, married in Turin in 1859, Princess Clothilde of Savoy daughter of Victor Emanuel. From this union would come other Bonapartes with the name Victor. Prince Napoléon Victor Jérôme Frédéric, Prince LOUIS Jérôme Victor Emmanuel Léopold Marie, and, Prince Charles Marie Jérôme Victor Was the Jacobite ‘Order of the White Rose’ somewhat successful in their plan to put the Stuarts on a throne and rule the world? There appears to contention with the Prussians who can claim the same ancestry through the Winter Queen of Bohemia, Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of King James, and thus the Hanovers who are in all regards, the Windsors.
Count Cipriani was born in Centuri Corsica, on October 10, 1812. On his father’s side he is descended from an old Florentine family of Ghibellines, which after a long struggle with the vitorious Guelfs, found refuge in Corsica in the fifteenth century. On his mother’s side he is descended from Saint Francis Caracciolo of Naples, and thus Saint Aquinas. This struggle inspired Shakespear to write ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and thus the question “What is in a name?” came to be.
“Returning to Paris in October, 1855, he was warmly received by his friend Prince Napoleon who overwhelmed him with questions about his travels in America. “I answered them the best I could.” Cipriani wrote, “But , it is a veritable deluge….We keep talking about my journeys, of the Sanora, of conquering it.” Perhaps he thought of seizing it for France and hoped the prince might persuade his cousin the Emperor to finance the undertaking. “It is an idea in the air,” he added, “that I would willingly undertake, if necessary capital and men were available.”
To another member of the imperial household, Jerome Bonaparte, ex-king of Westphalia, Cipriani revealed tha the had considerable investments in California and hinted at receiving interest of twelve to fifteen percent a month on his money. He also boasted of his house in Belmont which “out there is considered magnificent.”
On behalf of the Emperor Napoleon 3, he visited King Victor Emanuel of Sardinia to explore the possibilities of a matrimonial arrangement between the ruling houses as a prelude to a political- military alliance between France and Sardinia. The conversation eventually turned to Cipriani’s overland journey of 1853, which apparently had not escaped the king’s notice. “I have heard tell,” he said, “of a great journey of yours, with you on horseback and camping out.”
“For eight solid months, Your Majesty,” Cipriani replied, making certain to include the time he left San Francisco in February to October, 1853. “But it is true.” the king continued, “that you led covered wagons and crossed the Rocky Mountains where there was roads, and great rivers without any bridges.”
The above is from the ‘California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani’. a journey that may constitute the first cattle drive. What this diary reveals is France’s plan to conquer Mexico, and perhaps the Western United States.
“Cipriani must have followed with close interest the activities of Count Raousset-Boulbon and other French filibusters in the Sonora province of Mexico. The French consul in San Francisco, in difficulty with the American government for his alleged support of such filibustering activity, wrote to the Sardinian Ministry of Foreign Affairs in 1854 that he was grateful (moral) support he was receiving from Colonel Cipriani. That Cirpiani had entertained some such expedition in the Sonora is clear from his memoirs though there is no evidence of any actual participation.”
In 1851 he brought to Belmont a prefabricated house in 1,200 parts, to be fastened together with 700 hooks and 26,000 screws. He invested in local realestate but lacked the Midas touch. The Count sold his prefab house and sailed back east to organize a wagon train to move overland to the Pacific. In 1853 the Count left Missouri with 11 wagons, 24 hired hands, 500 cattle, 600 cattle, 60 horses, and 40 mules. He wrote an account of this six-month journey that became the book ‘The California and Overland Diaries of Count Leonetto Cipriani’ by Ernest Falbo.
But, I have just touched the surface, for it appears Count Cipriani was a relative of Napoleon’s’s major donmo, Franchisci Cipriani who was a fellow Tuscan, whose family knew the Bonapartes well, and were with him in the end, in the emperor’s exile on St. Helena. What is truly extraordinary, is, there have recently appeared several books, and a couple of television documentary in Europe suggesting it is the body of Franchesci Cipriani who was found in the coffin of Napoleon when it was exhumed and moved from England to France. You will hear more about this as this genealogical tale, and mystery, unfolds.
Count Cipriani would make seven more voyages to the United States, dabbling in mining, ranching, and the stock market. When Cipriani was called home to serve in the Italian Senate in 1853, he turned over his consular duties to a most unlikely Italian, Patrice Guillaume Dillon, the French consul with the Irish last name. Dillon was responsible for all matters concerning all the Italians in the Far West. Since he could not read or write Italian, Dillon employed a friend of Cipriani’s, Frederico Biesta. Biesta would eventually serve as acting consul for Sardinia within the French Consulate. What is going on here?
Biesta was born in Turin, the home of the Holy Shroud, and served in the Army of King Charles Albert of Sardinia with considerable distinction. He was made a cavalier. After six months he had to turn to his friend Cipriani for financial help, and because of his many talents, Cipriani became his backer. When the French government reassigned Dillon to Port au Prince in 1857, Biesta became acting consul of Sardinia. Everyone expected him to be named permanently, but to everyone’s dismay he was passed over, and a native of London, Benjamin Davidson got the post.
Davidson owed his selection to the fact he was the local agent of the Rothschild banking house of London. Count Cavour’s of Sardinia policies were commonly said to be financed by loans from the Rothschilds. European Bankers were eager to have their agents in consulates where thy could be on the lookout for financial opportunities. Napoleon had his agents all over thw world and was forever at war with Jacob Rothschild
Members of the emporers family were said to be Freemasons. I suspect Dillon was a Mason, as was Bret Harte, the Californian writer and poet who was the discovery of Jesse Benton Fremont, the wife of the founder of the Republican Party, and its first Presidential candidate, John Fremont who was titled ‘The Trail Blazer’, he a Pioneer of the West. Jesse Benton is an ancestor of my niece Drew Benton, whose father, Garth Benton, married my late siser, the world renowned artist who signed he art by her middle name, Rosamond, which is my mother Rosemary’s maiden This name hails from Rougemont Switzerland.
Ralston’s’ death by drowning in San Francisco Bay while taking his usual swim, has been titled a murder by some, it said his demise coming at the hands of the agents for Rothschild Banking. William Sharon would come to own the chateau of Cipriani, and beget a powerful family of politicians and bankers, including the founder of Welles Fargo. These bankers are related to the famous Preston family who are kin to the Benton family, and thus my niece.
When Ralston needed silver and gold bullion to back up his bank notes and stop a run on his, and other Sand Francisco banks, he had a un- named person let him into the San Fransisco Mint, and in the middle of the night they carried a couple of tons of bullion through the streets. In the morning, Ralston showed the people the large pile of gold and silver stacked-up in his bank. I believe this person who worked in the Mint was Bret Harte, as it was Jesse Benton who got him the job at the mint, where was minted the first U.S. coin where on is printed these words “In God We Trust”. Some believe this motto is of Masonic origin.
A Veteran Italian Editor Passes Away. He Died With His Pen in His Hand While at Work Translating Telegrams. The veteran Italian editor, soldier and diplomat. Fedeilco Kle>ta, died in his apartments on Mdtitgouieiy street at 7 o’clock yesterday morning. He passeci away quiellyiwith lits pen in his hand, and seemed as If he was going to sleep, so peaceful was the end.
i-‘ederico Uiesta was one of the best- known Kalians in California, tie was looked upon by bis own people as a man of high Intellectual attainments, and was respected by them. Somewhat irritable in disposition, but most reserved Iv manner, he counted his intimate friends only by hundreds, but ihose that he had loved him and appieciaied his intellectual aitainnients. At the tune of his death he was trausl.tlne telegrams lor the Ittliau paper L’Elvezia, and woiKed up to the lait moment, and ouiv stopped wiiting to die. lie had been sick for some time w itn a torm of anaemia, hut his deaib was unexpected by any
atiacue of the Italian consulate, m which he tilled me position of secretary naUl 1857, when lie went to British Columbia ana engaged iv tne business of assayer. He only remained at It for a few yeais and returnrd to California, agaiu taking a position In i he Italian consulate. From that time on lie rilled various offices of bis Government until 1881, when he went Into journalism eniliely. Ha started the tii>t Italian paper in California, called LEctio della l’atn.i, and was also editoi of the illustrated l ■au i r, La Patria, ISefote coming to this country Federico Biesia was in the Italian army under Klnc diaries Albert, aud In the revolution of 1849 gained
considerable distinction in the service. At the battle of Novarra he was ihe l’«;irer of the mi I’oitani dispatches from the King to bis son. Yicioi Emanuel. For his .ictiou ou that occasion he was made a chevalier. The life of lederico Diesta was filled with work, and he passed away knowing, he had done every duty sei him.
Victor William Presco made several expiditions across the border and was good friends and partners with Americans who have been titled the “Mexican Mafia”. He smuggled Connie, his Mexican bride to be, over the border in a marijuana shipment, and it was his desire to make Connie’s eleven children his heirs, which he did, much to the consternation of Vicki who saw this a more grandstanding from a man who commanded attention everytime he walked into a room, and got it; for Victor was a Leo, a Lion-King in his own mind, and was forever conducting loyalty checks. I know he heard things from his mother. His cousin Bill was hoisted atop a great wall in Belmont at ten, and told to go get his stolen legacy. But, when one has lost a fortune, or a title, one quickly learns to not talk about it, as one can be titled “delusional” – especially when one has nothing to show for their royal adventures and contacts with the high and mighty. Vic was present when his daughter presented her portrait of Jimmy Stuart to the actor my father was mistaken for when he and Rosemary came out of a theater in Westwood, Vic just out of the Merchant Marines. This was the only male she rendered because of the striking resemblance. I do not know if Jimmy is a Stuart royal. But, Vic wore the same white suit Jimmy wore in the painting, and upon it was a large blazon. I asked Rosemary about it, and she said my father had paid a genealogist to research his background, and apparently he had found he was of a noble birth. He was very secretive about this. Christine may have known, for in our last conversation she spat this question at me; “You don’t know who I am!” I wondered at this, and answered; “Yes I do. You are my sister.
Like myself, Rosemary and Vic loved world history, and they were at peace when they conducted their long discussions about world events. This no doubt had a influence on their children, and the art of Rosamond, who revived realism in the 70s in regards to her portraits. And what is history without its portraits and busts of famous people? Rosamond was the model for many of the ‘Rosamond Women’. I consider my sister to be a new Pre-Raphaelite artist – and model – who had conversations with Joaquin Miller’s daughter on the phone, she known as the ‘White Witch’ of Oakland, and is not unlike the White Dame de Rougemont. Here is an account of Miller’s dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites.
I went back to be after my last post and woke about 10:35 A.M. I lay there making a plan to call the producers of Oak Island and tell them they should help me get to Jerusalem to do a show on Easter. I was going to tell them I am the Son of God, and the embodiment of Saint Francis, thus in the name of the Franciscans I claim Jerusalem. I wanted to go to Switzerland, and show them where real Knight Templar are buried. I turn on my T.V. and……it’s on!
John ‘The Nazarite Son of God after Samson, and, Heir to The Republican Party’
Muslims perform Friday prayers last week during Ramadan outside the Dome of the Rock shrine. Photograph: Mahmoud Illean/AP
Today, the mount is also the final piece of occupied East Jerusalem that remains out of the grasp of an Israeli settler movement that is actively working to make the city more Jewish. A planned takeover, under the guise of plans for a national park, could fundamentally alter the spiritual character of the holy city, and has set alarm bells ringing in the Holy See and the White House.
On cue, Governor Gavin Newsom held a press conference and announced massive aide for the Homeless and The Arts. I had just sent my business proposal to the City Government of Belmont, who have no Arts Program that I am aware of. I had talked with a friend about getting Grace Slick to do paintings in Charlatan Square as part of my Cultural Package for the Belmont that needs to get the Governor’s attention, being, I am kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, as is Belmont Pioneer, Carl Janke. Michael Wilding married Aileen Getty, and thus Carl Janke is in the Getty Family Tree. This Getty Tree For The Arts adopted Gavin when he was a teenager. The J. Paul Getty father and son moved to England. Junior was Knighted by the Queen and was titled “Sir” after he became a British subject. Liz Taylor was Knighted by the Queen for her contribution to the Film Industry that made California great.
The investment would be broken into three parts: $8.75 billion for homeless housing units and affordable apartments; $3.7 billion for homeless prevention and rental support; and $1.5 billion to clean up roadways and public spaces.
His father, Bill, was a lifelong friend of Gordon Getty, the son of oil magnate J. Paul Getty — they attended high school together. Bill Newsom later managed the Getty family trust on behalf of Gordon, estimated by Forbes to be worth more than $2 billion in 2018. Bill Newsom was so close with the family that he helped deliver the ransom money after the 1973 kidnapping of J. Paul Getty’s grandson, John Paul Getty III.
“Don’t go – unless you intend to go – the whole way! Don’t fight them, unless you intend to fight them forever!”
John ‘The End Time Elijah’
After being abandoned by family and friends, I spent two years with the Kurdish People in cyber-space. We were attacked by Russian cyber-bots who bid the Kurds to back the Republican party. Then, Trump became the candidate of this party founded by my kindred. We spent hours discussing the right religion for the Free Kurds. Most of the Kurdish groups disappeared under pressure from Erdogan who is prepared to humiliate the Evangelical Surrender Shame, led by Mike Pence who harangues Gay people as does Putin and Barr. Those who went on crusade put the crescent in their coat of arms so their offspring will know they were there. They went the whole way!
I invited all brave Kurds who have been wounded fighting evil in the world, to join the New Order of the Cresent as well as U.S. Veterans, who went the whole way.
Crescent. The crescent stands for one who has been ‘enlightened and honoured by the gracious aspect of his sovereign’. It is also borne as a symbol of the hope of greater glory in heraldry. Knights returning from the crusades introduced the crescent, the badge of Islam, into the language of heraldry.
The Ordre du Croissant (Order of the Crescent; Italian: Ordine della Luna Crescente) was a chivalric order founded by Charles I of Naples and Sicily in 1268. It was revived in 1448 or 1464 by René I, king of Jerusalem, Sicily and Aragon (including parts of Provence), to provide him with a rival to the English Order of the Garter. René was one of the champions of the medieval system of chivalry and knighthood, and this new order was (like its English rival) neo-Arthurian in character. Its insignia consisted of a golden crescent moon engraved in grey with the word LOZ, with a chain of 3 gold loops above the crescent. On René’s death, the Order lapsed.
On this day, October 15, 2019, I found the Party of The New Way. I am a Republican who intends to take my party away from the false evangelical party. This coming election, if I can get The Way party on the ballot, I will bid Christians from both parties to join. My party intends to take away votes from Republican candidates, ensuring many victories for the Democrats. This will put an end to the all but dead party of the evangelical lunatics, who destroyed all hope in a second coming. I restore that hope!
In four years there will be a new Republican Party founded upon the Abolitionist who elected John Fremont to be their first Presidential candidate. It is time to vote for what is honorable and redeemable about our blessed stay upon this beautiful planet.
Both Jesus and John spoke while infants. Their church was called ‘The Way’.
God has given me a message!
“Protect the tomb of John the Baptist – at all cost!”
I invite all Muslims adopt The Lost Way, and encircle Damascus with The Light of God…..for they are coming there, the two camels, Allah’s Prophets of The Wilderness! It is time to shake the palm tree so you may be rewarded with Eternal Life……..I guarantee you!
Repent!
John ‘The Nazarite’
The Birth of Jesus [19:22] When she bore him, she isolated herself to a faraway place. [19:23] The birth process came to her by the trunk of a palm tree. She said, “(I am so ashamed;) I wish I were dead before this happened, and completely forgotten.” [19:24] (The infant) called her from beneath her, saying, “Do not grieve. Your Lord has provided you with a stream. [19:25] “If you shake the trunk of this palm tree, it will drop ripe dates for you.
“Originally Carl and Dorthea were buried under a huge Bay tree, and their bodies later moved to the Union cemetery “during the dark of the night” as my mother used to tell us.”
Four Generations of the Carl Janke Family were dug up from their final resting place – and put somewhere else. This is a Forty-niner Family. Dorothy Janke’s mother was born on the island of Heligoland, that means Holy Land. Heinrich Mutter may be her father. There should be a brass plaque on this island telling Dorothy’s People she was part of the Gold Rush, and was a California Pioneer. Did the Heligolandians pool their money together to go West and secure more land for future generations? People all over the world heard the gold was just lying there – in the streets! If the Belmont City Planners and Government – had not respected the dead for all those years – then there would not have been free land to grab and make a city park! Shall we title this….The Second Gold Rush….considering the price of real estate? Let us pray all the caring offspring of Carl and Dorothea – are dead – and don’t show up out of the blue to reclaim what is rightfully theirs to enjoy.
What I want!
I want the ugly grassy shack on the hill.
I want a 1950 Dodge Coronet like the one Rena and I drove around in.
I want $3,000 a month to teach a course in Bohemianism.
I want $400 dollars for appearances and dedication as the great grandson of Carl Janke.
When I die I want to be buried next to Carl and our kin that are in Redwood city, in a small crypt attached to The Lodge in Twin Pines Park.
I want skylights in the garage that will be my art studio.
I want $50,000 dollars for furniture, utilities, and emergency, and a trip to Holland to study the Swan Brethren and my alleged ancestor, Gottschalk Rosemondt.
I want the history of the Brethren, the Order of Saint Francis, and the the history of Notre Dame de Namur to be put in a small shrine with button to push to see video of the history.
I want Stanford to conduct a complete study and file their finding with the City of Belmont.
Belmont City will buy this house and lease it to me for $1 dollar a month. They will make repairs. I expect to live another five years. The price of this home will double. When it is remodeled, it will be worth another half-million. After I die, it will be sold and the City of Belmont will recoup every cent they spent meeting my demands – and them some! I want a plaque…
The Last Bohemian lived here!”
Sure…I’ll be Santa in the Belmont Christmas Parade.
Consider the cost of eradicating the Nazis from the Holy Land. Jews are still looking for their ancestors buried in mass un-marked graves. I want Stanford to film the opening of the grave that contains three of my ancestors. Is archelogy taught at Stanford?
I awoke from my old man nap feeling I left something out. I will let the people of Berlin and Heligoland know William Stuttmeister save their combined bloodline by putting it in our crypt in Colma, and his great grandson saves us, once again. We are all….substantial, is the lesson! You will see our crypt thirty seconds into the video below. I’m going to join the Odd Fellow today.
It is 8:33 A.M. May 27, 2023 – and I am still in shock having discovered my grandparents are buried in the same grave! I saw TWO flags put on one gravestone. That was a half hour ago. THEN – I see another flag! There are three of my ancestors buried in the same grave! WHY? Did the caretakers conclude this was a very poor family? William Stuttmeister knew they were Belmont before he died. At great expense to himself, he moved the Jankes to Colma after they were evicted from the Odd Fellow cemetery – at great expense! This was a wealthy pioneer family whose graves keep being defiled! They were moved to the Union cemetery i 1972?
I found Carl and Dorothea (also and Doretta) are buried at the Union Cemetary in Redwood City.
Carl_August_Janke Names Listed on the Marker: Janke, Carl August Janke, Dorette Catherine Janke, Mutter Heinrich Inscription: — From the 1937 headstone survey — Carl August Janke, born in Dresden, Germany Oct. 1806, died Belmont, Calif. Sept. 2, 1881 Dorette Catherine, wife of Carl August Janke, born in Hamburg, Germany, July 21, 1813, died in Belmont, California, Feb 16, 1877 Mutter Heinrich, mother of Dorette Catherine Janke, born in Island of Heligoland, Germany, 1781 died in Belmont, California 1876 NOTE: In 1937 the Daughters of the American Revolution recorded all the headstones.
I just sent this message to Ursula van der Leyen the head of the European Commission:
“My ancestors are a Gold Rush family who came to California in 1849 from Hamburg, and the island of Heligoland. They brought six portable homes around the Cape and erected them in Belmont California that is near Stanford University where Commissioner von der Leyen attended college. I have found evidence of prejudice against Germans in Belmont. The graves of Cark Janke and his wife were dug up in the middle the night, and moved to another city. Janke Street was changed. The study of my family in Belmont has been oppressed. I am kin to Ian Fleming and am authoring a Bond novel, starring Victoria Rosemond Bond. I find Erdogan’s treatment of women, appalling. Sincerely John Presco President: Royal Rosamond Press”
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My ancestors are a Gold Rush family who came to California in 1849 from Hamburg, and the island of Heligoland. They brought six portable homes around the Cape and erected them in Belmont California that is near Stanford University where Commissioner von der Leyen attended college. I have found evidence of prejudice against Germans in Belmont. The graves of Cark Janke and his wife were dug up in the middle the night, and moved to another city. Janke Street was changed. The study of my family in Belmont has been oppressed. I am kin to Ian Fleming and am authoring a Bond novel, starring Victoria Rosemond Bond. I find Erdogan's treatment of women, appalling. Sincerely John Presco President: Royal Rosamond Press
Birth Place: Germany Pioneer Father:Carl August Janki Birth Place: Germany Date of Arrival in California: Sept. 12, 1850 Pioneer Mother: Anna Dorthea Peterson Birth Place: Germany Date of Arrival in California: Sept. 12, 1850 Death: Father: Belmont 1881; Mother: Belmont 1881
Remarks: My father was the first to bring portable houses to the city. I believe two were erected where Sherman & Clays Music store now stands (Sutter & Kearney). One on Montgomery Street on part of the lot now occupied by the D.O Mills building and two on Folsom Street near First All were covered with slate roofs. My two brothers wore the flag of the Old Fusilier Guard. A building company called California Fusiliers (German) of which Colonel Little was the captain. My father also built and managed the first Turn Verein Hall situated on Bush Street near Powell. The hall was dedicated Christmas Eve and all the people of note in the city attended the exercises.
Mrs. Johnson passed away Jan. 20, 1829.
With the discovery of the Independent California Fusiliers, who may have been Turnverein and Oddfellows, one might suspect that some self-righteous Christians targeted my ancestors with their fake patriotic claptrap, and would want to obliterate all evidence they were PIONEERS! One member of the BHS asked me to limit my posts on their facebook to just Belmont History -knowing Carl built a Turnverein Hall in San Francisco. I assume he did not like my history of Vice President Kamala Harris, who was born in Oakland. Her parents may have known members of the Black Panthers, who were like California Fusiliers. These morons did not realize that all contact with me – is historic -and does go in the Public Record.
Carl_August_Janke Names Listed on the Marker: Janke, Carl August Janke, Dorette Catherine Janke, Mutter Heinrich Inscription: — From the 1937 headstone survey – Carl August Janke, born in Dresden, Germany Oct. 1806, died Belmont, Calif. Sept. 2, 1881 Dorette Catherine, wife of Carl August Janke, born in Hamburg, Germany, July 21,
1813, died in Belmont, California, Feb 16, 1877 Mutter Heinrich, mother of Dorette Catherine Janke,
born in Island of Heligoland, Germany, 1781 died in Belmont, California 1876 NOTE: In 1937 the Daughters of the American Revolution recorded all the headstones.
Prussia made early use of the title “fusilier” for various types of infantry. In 1705, the Foot Guards (Leibgarde zu Fuss) were designated as Fusilier Guards.[5] By 1837, low-quality infantry raised from garrison companies also were named fusiliers. These latter units were dressed in blue with low mitre caps.[6] Between 1740 and 1743 on Frederick the Great raised 14 separate Fusilier Regiments (numbers 33-40, 41-43 and 45-48).[7] Except for the mitre caps, these new regiments were identical in appearance, training and role to the existing line infantry (musketeers).
Today is the most exciting day of my long study. I found proof the Jankes were a Gold Rush family -and this fact has been oppressed and hidden – because their remains were dug up from where they rested in the grove of trees in Twin Pines Park in the middle of the night, and secretly moved to Redwood City. Citizens of Belmont objected to the removal of JANKE as the name of a street. Add to this outrage the removal of members of the Janke family -along with the Stuttmeisters – from the Oddfellow cemetery. Is this what members of the Belmont Historical Society was hiding from me? I found another source for images of my family in the Daily News, and a source I will keep a secret – unless the Grave Robbers are not done!
“Originally Carl and Dorthea were buried under a huge Bay tree, and their bodies later moved to the Union cemetery “during the dark of the night” as my mother used to tell us.”
Doris is my kin. Why didn’t Cathryn McCarthy, and other members of the Belmont Historical Society, tell me Doris wrote a history book, titled “Belmont” – As We Remember It. It is obvious MY FAMILY feels the oppression of OUR HISTORY and wants to make sure OUR VERSION is recorded. This is – AN OUTRAGE! My attorney is going to make this FACT very clear; Doris prayed one of her kin would take an interest in the history she compiled – and add to it! I posted on the Union Cemetery and that post was removed in a vile act of desecration and censorship. I only found Doris’s letters – yesterday! This is a COVERUP. Members of the BHS dug a fresh grave – and threw me and my history in it. They tried to bury me – alive! The trauma I feel – is extreme! I have been in therapy for the same thing being done to I and my famous sister’s history.
I found my Atlantis from where my possible DNA, hail. A test should be made. Dorothy Peterson-Janke was born on the island of Heligoland, that means Holy Land. She might have been a British Subject. Did Janke live on Holy Land Island, too? Did other citizens of Holy Land come around the Horn with the portable houses – because they needed room – a new land for their offspring? Was a colony established in Belmont, that was first named Waterview? When you live on a island, you have a view of the water – all around you.
Plans were made to build a major port in Belmont called ‘San Francisco Port’. The Jankes appear to have made enemies. Did they found New Heligoland in 1849 – before California became a State? This place was seen as the Nazi Atlantis. There was a horrendous battle over it. A super bomb was made – and dropped on his in order to wipe it off the map! Did the enemies of the Jankes – mock them after this D-Day Bomb destroyed the Motherland?
I have a dream, a vision. I am destined to live on Holy Land Island that is the real Fantasyland! Consider the gathering of our first Science Fiction Writers on Santa Cruz Island. The Janke theme park – was the first Disneyland. I am wondering if the Cimri trilbe, and their Queen, ended up on Holy Land Island. Did hey claim descent from Mary Magdalene?
I founded the New Falcon Art College in Belmont. How many citizens of Heligoland came around the Horn with the Janke portable houses? Is there a hidden lineage in California? I suspect The People of The Holy Land had a colony in Hamburg that helped support the Mother Holy Land. With the revolutions of 1848 there might have been a call for….
The Exodus From The Holy Land! Prussia did make an offer to purchase California.
For six years I have pondered why there is a wreath and a rifle hanging in the tree at the picnic of the Stuttmeister- Janke – Broderick Picnic. I believe that is William Janke sitting on a tree stump, a head above the others. These are Oddfellows who traditionally come sit amongs their dead. I believe the wreath is honoring Carl and Dorthea Janke who are by feet away, they at rest in their eternal park they maketh, their Garden of Eden.
I now launch a campaign to make Harry and Magan Windsor, the King and Queen of Heligoland, and this New Kingdom, become a member of the European Union – which in theory – must contain California! Here is the Gone With The Wind Story In The West! How many times did the enemies of The Holylanders – try to starve them out?
I will now fashion a cote of arms for The New Holy Landers with this motto….
“during the dark of the night”
In the ending scene of Gone With The Wind, we see Scarlet O’Hara rising from the graveyard of Her People. Where are their tombstones?
We now return our souls to the creator, as we stand on the edge of eternal darkness. Let our chant fill the void, in order that others may know. In the land of the night, the ship of the sun, is drawn by the grateful dead.
Helgoland, also spelled Heligoland, island, Schleswig-HolsteinLand (state), northwestern Germany. It lies in the German Bay (Deutsche Bucht) of the North Sea, in the angle between the coast of Schleswig-Holstein and the estuaries of the Jade, Weser, and Elbe rivers, 40 miles (65 km) offshore northwest of Cuxhaven. The 520-acre (210-hectare) island consists of a level, cliff-girded, red sandstone plateau, called the Oberland (184 feet [56 metres] at its highest point); a smaller, low sandy tract in the southeast, the Unterland, extended by reclamation; and a low sandy island 0.25 mile (0.4 km) east, called Düne. Geological and historical evidence suggest that Helgoland and Düne are the last remnants of a single island whose periphery in AD 800 was about 120 miles (190 km). Continuous wave attack on the cliffs and a rise in sea level or fall in land level had reduced the island’s periphery to about 8 miles (13 km) by 1649. It has an oceanic climate with mild winter temperatures.
Heligoland, and the inhabitants were evacuated to the mainland. During World War II, the Nazis fortified the island further and constructed a submarine base. In April 1945 the British Royal Air Force dropped around 7,000 bombs on the diminutive island fortress, making it uninhabitable. You can now take a tour of the five-floor bunker system located underneath the island.
After the war, the island came under British control again. They used it for bombing practice before finally detonating about 7,385 tons of explosives under it in 1947. One of the biggest non-nuclear explosions in history, this “Big Bang” was intended to get rid of thousands of unexploded bombs. The British were ready to accept the total annihilation of the territory. Lluckily for the native Heligolanders in exile on the mainland, the plucky islet survived. However, it did change the geography of the island, dividing it into Oberland, Mittelland, and Unterland.
In 1952, a slightly slimmed down Heligoland was returned to Germany and the former inhabitants moved back to reconstruct their tiny homeland, which had survived against all odds, albeit in a slightly different shape.
Heligoland is actually made up of two islands – Hauptinsel (main island) and the small island, Düne. Düne is not permanently inhabited by humans but is home to lots of seals. The airport is also located on Düne.
This 1843 painting by Rudolf Jordan suggests strongly the strong maritime influence of the island. Although a fashionable spa had been created in 1826, the maritime heritage was thought to underpin the core appeal of this British colony even to German tourists and visitors. it The painter himself was something of a German radical who became caught up in the 1848 Revolutions.
he island was certainly useful to the Royal Navy for the remainder of the Napoleonic Wars, but its continued ownership after the war was by no means guaranteed. Heligoland would find itself trussed up as a bargaining chip with other Danish and Scandinavian territories. Britain was keen to keep the tiny island but returned other Danish islands and saw that Norway was entrusted to Sweden in what was known as the Treaty of Kiel. This would be the constitutional basis for British ownership of the island for the next 76 years.
The British, under Lord Salisbury, finally agreed to an elaborate deal to increase Britain’s influence and control in Central and Eastern Africa in return for Germany regaining control and sovereignty of Heligoland. Basically, Britain was to receive primacy in Uganda,Kenya, and Zanzibar in return for the small island. Queen Victoria herself was less than impressed with the trade and did attempt to scupper it. However, Salisbury managed to convince her of the merits of the deal and persevered in seeing it through. Principally he was content to keep German colonial ambitions under control and prevent them becoming yet another colonial rival alongside the much more vociferous French. It was also hoped that this deal would herald something of an Anglo-German rapprochement and bring the two economies closer together. It should be noted however, that the Heligolanders were not consulted over who should be their overlords and they were handed over regardless.
On the 9th August, 1890, the Union Jack was taken down for the last time. The following day the Kaiser arrived on the island and claimed it for Germany. The island was duly militarised and turned into a German naval base. At first, this held little concern for the British especially given the size of their Royal Navy. However, with the publication of the Tirpitz Plan in 1898 which explicitly stated Germany’s plans for its Navy to challenge the Royal Navy, the British soon realised that Heligoland might play an important role in facilitating this strategic ambition. Writers like H.G. Wells and Erskine Childers incorporated Heligoland into their pre-war writings as an example of the Germanic menace that threatened freedom. The Island began to take on a more sinister role for the British especially now that it was no longer under their administration.
The Nazis built naval facilities which were extensive enough to have held virtually the entire German High Seas Fleet if necessary. Ultra thick submarine pens were constructed of reinforced concrete designed to withstand the biggest bombs of the time. They constructed a brand new harbour and built myriad tunnels and shelters deep into the rocks. Huge quantities of provisions and ammunition were supplied to the island as it was required to be self sufficient in case it was cut off from the mainland. In the end though, it was not so much as a naval base that it would prove itself useful to the Third Reich but as a support point for the Luftwaffe and later still to monitor incoming Allied bombing formations
(CNN)European Commission President Ursula von der Leyen has said sexism was to blame for an incident where she was left awkwardly standing while her male colleague sat during her last visit to Turkey earlier this month.
Turkish leader Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s meeting with the European Union’s two presidents raised eyebrows after von der Leyen was left standing while her male counterparts settled into two gilded chairs at the focal point of the room.
Von der Leyen told the European Parliament on Monday that she could not find “any justification” for the way she was treated, adding: “So, I have to conclude that it happened because I am a woman.”
“I am the first woman to be President of the European Commission. I am the President of the European Commission, and this is how I expected to be treated when visiting Turkey two weeks ago, like a commission president, but I was not,” she said.
“I am the president of the European Commission, and this is how I expected to be treated when visiting Turkey two weeks ago — like a commission president. But I was not,” she told European Union lawmakers Monday. “I cannot find any justification for what I was treated in the European treaties. So, I have to conclude that it happened because I am a woman.”
It was a sharp rebuke to a country with whom relations are already tense. Two days after the incident, Turkish Foreign Minister Mevlut Cavusoglu called criticism over the incident “unfair” and said that “the seating arrangements were made in line with the E.U. suggestion.”
I now highly suspect my Stuttmeister ancestors were French Knight Templars who fled to Berlin where they were Teutonic Knights. I am going to found my Johannite Knights Templar. Last night, I heard people plotting to take my life so my teaching is not revealed to the world. A door was opened this morning when I saw the entrance to the Royal Prussian Academy where the Gospel of Mary Magdalene was taken. I need protection. I suspect my racist brother is alive and is in contact with Patrice Hanson about using my offspring to author – his book – wherein are his racist rants. Mark Presco has money.
A Seer told me in 1987: “You own your own creation – you died!”
What she meant, is, I beheld my conception by my parents, before I went to heaven and saw God.
My parents were playing cards in the sand, naked. I walked up to them as a child of three, looked down at the cards that were all face cards, and they were talking to me in foreign languages. They were my kindred, who were very distressed because they had been silenced in their lifetime. They were Evangelicals (father)and Huguenots (mother) They are buried next to one another in Berlin. Here lies the roses amongst the thorns. I part the veil, and I behold the Lost Kingdom – and I give a command
“Arise from thy sleep, the true church of God!”
In this video we see the Stuttmeister tomb about 15 seconds into it. This name means ‘Master of the Horse’. Consider the pale horse and rider. Here the Templars and Teutonic Knights have come to rest.
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In Matthew 27:53 we read about Jesus raising Jews from the dead, then saying; “It is done!” He did not say, it is done, and then come the earthquake. These Jewish Saints did not rise on Sunday, but went into Jerusalem Friday night just before sundown. They imparted a restored and new covenant – a Gift for the Chosen Children of God. I believe these Saints were a lineage of Nazarites from Samson and Samuel.
Gideon was a Judge who God told he had too man fighting men. I am looking for a good few men -and women!
Jon the Nazarite Judge
Matthew 27:50-54 (NIV) (50) And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. (51) At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. (52) The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. (53) They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people. (54) When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”
The Dorotheenstadt cemetery, officially the “Cemetery of the Dorotheenstadt und Friedrichswerder Parishes”, is a landmarked Protestant burial ground located in the Berlin district of Mitte which dates to the late 18th century. The entrance to the 17,000 m2 plot is at 126 Chaussee Straße (next door to the Brecht House, where Bertolt Brecht and Helene Weigel spent their last years, at 125 Chaussee Straße). It is also directly adjacent to the French cemetery (also known as the cemetery of the Huguenots), established in 1780, and is sometimes confused with it.
In 1685, the year of the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes by French King Louis XIV, Elector Friedrich Wilhelm of Brandenburg issued the Edict of Potsdam, which was essentially an invitation to Huguenots in France who were suffering in the throes of persecution to come and live in Germany in peace and safety. The invitation was a success. Thousands came. At one point, more French Huguenots lived in Berlin than Germans. To provide a place of worship for the Huguenots in Berlin, the Französischer Dom or French Huguenot Church, which I was privileged to visit in 1991, was built in the Gendarmenmarkt between 1701 and 1705, by Louis Cayart, and modelled on the main church of the Huguenots in Charenton near Paris which had been destroyed in 1688. It has a sister German Dom across the square. Thus, this year marks the 300th anniversary of this remarkable place of worship and refuge, and noble example of Franco-German architecture. The church today contains a Huguenot musuem.
History of the Huguenots In France, the Protestant Reformation began during the 16th century. French citizens, disgruntled with the political domination of the Catholic church and desiring a more democratic religious affiliation, were greatly influenced by the writings of the German monk Martin Luther and later by the ideas of John Calvin, a French theologian. In defiance of Catholicism and the monarchy, the French dissenters began holding meetings in secret. The exact origin of the name “Huguenot” is unknown. It appears to be a combination of the Flemish and German word. Protestants who met to study the Bible in secret were called Huis Genooten, or “house fellows.” They were also referred to as Eid Genossen, or “oath fellows” meaning persons bound by an oath. Persecution of the Huguenots by the Catholic church was extreme and unrelenting. In 1535, an edict was published which ordered the extermination of the Protestant heretics. During the following 63 years, Huguenots were systematically tortured and executed. A group of 1500 refugees, one of whom was John Calvin, fled the persecution and established the French Protestant Church in Strasbourg. On April 30,1598, King Henry IV of France, issued the Edict of Nantes, granting the Huguenots religious and political freedom. The edict was later revoked under the rule of King Louis XIV. Deprived of civil and religious liberty, the Huguenots began leaving France by the thousands. They settled in Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Holland, Britain and the religiously tolerant new American Colonies
This monrinng I came upon posts I published last August. I am a-mazed! A Rosicrucian door has been opened. The parralels between Pan’s Labyrinth and these posts, are – astounding!
Yesterday was my late mother’s birthday. She was named Rosemary Rosamond. Heather was born on the same day. She was named Heather Marie Delpiano, she put in the arms of a dark and brutal man whose family was connected to the Sicilian mobe. Her mother knew Randolph Delpiano was not Heather’s father. Randy died childless. He was a poisoned frog put in my families bed of flowers. Heather Rose.
When Tyler Hunt was born, his father was not present. Ryan Hunt stayed up all night getting drunk with his buds. He wanted Heather to get an abortion. He did not want to be a father. As soon as I could afford it, I went to see my newborn grandson in Santa Rosa. I took Tyler and Heather to the newly discovered Stuttmeister tomb in Colma where a tiffany glass depicted a red rose growig in a blue pot. Take note of the rose on Ophelia’s dress as she enterrs the Rose Catherdral and Throne room of her diseased parents.
Take not of the lost tombstone of the Odd Fellow Druid with the ‘all seing eye” in the V.
Why do beautful women invite dumb brutes to rewrite this wonderous Rosy Story? Why do evil men walk away with our children? Jon Rosamond Presco
But I that am Part of the perfect witness for the world, How good it is; I chosen in God’s eyes To fill the lean account of under men, The lank and hunger-bitten ugliness Of half his people . . . I that am, ah yet, And shall be till the worm has share in me, Fairer than love or the clean truth of God, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I . . . have roses in my name, and make All flowers glad to set their colour by.
You were once my one companion You were all that mattered You were once a friend and father Then my world was shattered Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won’t help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental seem, for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can’t the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say, “Goodbye”
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say, “Goodbye”
Help me say, “Goodbye”
Read more: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA – WISHING YOU WERE SOMEHOW HERE AGAIN LYRICS
Two weeks ago, my daughter Heather and I discussed what will become of my remains when I die. As my Trustee she has power of attorney. She told me her mother was a member of the Neptune Society and will be cremated by them, her ashes spread upon the surface of the sea. As fate would have it Patrice Hanson will be cremated in the Oddfellows Columbarium. The Stuttmeisters were Oddfellows whose remains were evicted from the Laurel Hill cemetery where this amazing building was built. I believe the Stuttmeisters were put to eternal rest in the smaller Oddfellows cemetery near McCalister Street where Doctor Stuttmeister had a home. William Olin Stuttmeister paid $10,000 dollars to have the Stuttmeisters and the Jankes moved to Cypress Lawn in Colma where in a tomb they rest as the eternal sunlight filter through a Tiffany stainglass window. It is alleged the large stainglass window at the columbarium of three angels was made by Tiffany. One could say William Stuttmeister was the Guaridan of the Dead who no doubt fought Mayor Rossi’s crusade to evict the Oddfellows and Freemasons from their graves. Did William testify to the fact that Frederick the Great granted his ancestors the right to be buried in what I suspect is a Rosicrucian cemetery in Berlin? In my next post I will show you the Guilds that my Rosamond kinfolk belonged to in Switzerland. The Oddfellows sprang from the Guilds, as did Freemasonry. My neice’s great grandfather, General Thomas Hart Benton, the Grand Master of the Masons of Iowa, saved Albert Pike’s library that contained the Scottish Rite associated with the Rosicrucians. In 1987 I had a psychic reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute where one is read as a rose. The Seer saw two faint leaves on the stem of the rose that reperesent your children. I had no children. In 2000, I had a dream where my angel introduced me to my daughter. Two weeks later Heather’s mother called to tell me the blessed news. I too will be cremated at the Oddfellow cathedral of souls. I want my ahses spread at Rocky Point where Christine’s ashes fell like stars into the vast ocean of Eternal Love. Jon Presco ALBERT PIKE’S MASONIC LIBRARY SAVED BY ENEMY BROTHER A Union general, Thomas H. Benton, Grand Master in Iowa, 1860 – 1862, saved Albert Pikes Masonic Library at Little Rock, Arkansas, by placing Federal Troops around Pike’s home when the city was invaded during the Civil War. The Berlin Rosicrucians, who were close to the heir to the throne (later Frederick William II), became particularly well known. Their representatives, J. C. von Wöllner and J. R. von Bischoffwerder, held state positions. The Martinists, Masonic Rosicrucians in Moscow and other Russian cities, were associated with the Berlin Rosicrucians at the end of the 18th century. The story of the “Chemical Wedding” takes place in the magical castle of the bride and the bridegroom. The castle is filled with lion effigies and the servants are students of Plato. In a setting similar to a Grail Romance, the Virgin Lamplighter have all the people present weighted on a scales, while a clock tells the motions of the heavens and the Golden Fleece is presented to the guests. Music is played in this atmosphere of chivalry while knights in Holy Orders preside. Beneath the castle there is a sepulchre bearing strange inscriptions, and there are twelve ships of the Golden Stone flying their individual flags of the Zodiac. During this reception a fantasy play tells the story of an unnamed princess who, cast ashore in a wooden chest, marries a prince of equally obscure background and restores a usurped royal heritage. Together with the other two documents, the Chemical Wedding is of obvious Grail significance. As a result, the Church condemned the Manifestos. The setting was mythical, but to illustrate the scene the Rosicrucians used only the Heildelberg castle, the residence of the Palatine Lion, the home of Prince Friedrich of the Rhine and his wife, Princess Elizabeth Stuart, the daughter of King James VI of Scotland (James I of England). http://www.morrischia.com/david/portfolio/boozy/research/rosicrucians. According to Jean Pierre Bayard, two rites of Rosicrucian inspiration emerged from the end of 18th century. One was the Rectified Scottish Rite, which was widespread in Central Europe where there was a strong presence of the “Golden and Rosy Cross”. The other was the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite, first practiced in France, in which the 18th degree is called Knight of the Rose Croix. During the 18th century, there were several rites practiced in Freemasonry based on the Renaissance universe of hermeticism and alchemy, which was created by the Rosicrucians of 17th century or earlier. [edit] The Odd Fellows In smaller towns and villages, there were too few Fellows from the same trade to set up a local Guild, so Fellows from a number of trades banded together to form a local Guild of Fellows from an odd assortment of trades. Hence, Guilds of Odd Fellows.[1] Over the next 300 years or so, the idea of “ordinary” people joining together to improve their situation met with varying degrees of opposition (and persecution) from “the establishment”, depending on whether they were seen as a source of revenue (taxes) or a threat to their power. For example, when Henry VIII broke from the Roman Catholic Church, the Guilds were seen by him as supporters of the Pope, and in 1545 all material property of the Guilds was confiscated. Elizabeth I took away from the Guilds the responsibility for apprenticeships, and by the end of her reign, most Guilds had been suppressed.[1] [edit] The Oddfellows Lodge The suppression of the Trade Guilds removed an important form of social and financial support from ordinary men and women. In major cities (like London), some Guilds (like the Free Masons and the Odd Fellows) survived by adapting their roles to a social support function. Both of these organisations had their base in London, but established other Branches (called ‘Lodges’) across the country.[1] The earliest surviving rules of an Oddfellows Lodge date from 1730 and refer to the Loyal Aristarcus Lodge in London. Many pubs in Britain are named ‘The Oddfellows’ or ‘Oddfellows Arms’. Invariably these are past meeting places of Lodges.[1] The French Revolution caused “the establishment” to view organisations such as the Oddfellows and Freemasons with fear. Membership became a criminal offence, and such organisations were driven underground and forced to use codes, passwords, special handshakes and similar mechanisms.[1] Fear of revolution was not the sole reason for persecution. Friendly societies like the Oddfellows were the predecessors of modern-day trade unions and could organise effective local strike action by levying all of their members for additional contributions for their benevolent funds, out of which payments could be made to the families of members who were on strike.[1] The Oddfellows subsequently introduced a number of novel benefits for members. These included the Travel Warrant, which allowed members seeking work to stay overnight in an Oddfellows Hall, anywhere in the country, free of charge. The Oddfellows also introduced standard protection policies (or ‘tables’) to which people could subscribe to protect themselves. At that time (and until 1948 in the U.K.), payment was required to see a doctor or to go into hospital. Many people therefore joined friendly societies like the Oddfellows to obtain protection to meet these costs.[1] The Lutheran Church traces its doctrines to Martin Luther, who started the Protestant Reformation, resulting in Protestantism. Most Lutheran churches accept conventional Protestant theology. They are distinguished by a belief that the Bible is the inspired word of God, the priesthood of all believers, a belief in the efficacy of infant baptism, a sung liturgy, and an emphasis on faith in God as the basis of Christian experience. Because of the prophec y of Jan Hus, (whose name means ‘goose’), a swan is the traditional symbol of many Lutheran congregations. In Europe, Luther’s Rose is preferred. According to tradition, as Hus was being burned, he said “Today you burn a goose, but in a hundred years will come a swan whose voice you will not be able to still.” This is a map showing the location of the Odd Fellows Cemetery which was bounded by Arguello and Geary Boulevards and Turk and Parker Streets. It was once part of the Lone Mountain Cemetery. There are homes here now as well as restaurants, shops, stores, the old Coronet Movie Theater(Now a new Senior Living Facility), Rossi playground-pool and the San Francisco Columbarium which also use to belong to the Odd Fellows Cemetery. The Columbarium was once part of the Odd Fellows Cemetery, which encompassed approximately 167 acres (68 ha). It was built to complement an existing crematorium designed by Cahill in 1895. In 1902 the San Francisco Board of Supervisors passed an ordinance to prohibit the sale of cemetery lots or permit any further burials within the city. By late 1910, cremation was also prohibited. The Odd Fellows, forced to abandon their cemetery, established Green Lawn Cemetery in Colma. Transfer of bodies began in 1929 and many families also chose to remove their urns from the Columbarium. The crematorium and various mausoleums were demolished, and many of the headstones were used to build a seawall at Aquatic Park. Only the Columbarium remained. After a time, the Columbarium was sold to the Bay Cities Cemetery Association and later to Cypress Abbey. As it passed from one organization to another it fell into disrepair. In 1980, the Neptune Society of Northern California bought it and began restoration. In 1996, the building was added to the register of San Francisco Landmarks The Stuttmeister monument on the grounds of the Dorotheenstadt cemetery is made of ROSE GRANITE as is the columns next to it. This cemetery was given by Frederick the Great for the purpose of burying .members of two Evangelical churches which I believe are the Church of Jerusalem and Saint Paul where the Stuttmeisters were baptized as Lutherans. I suspect many Rosicrucians are buried here for there are more artists and men of intellect at rest here, the any other cemetery in Germany. As to why there is a life-size statue of Jesus standing behind the four graves, suggests my kin were caught up in the reforms of Johann Christoph Wollner, who was a Evangelical Rosicrucian who had a powerful influence on Frederich Wilhelm, the nephew of Frederick. His father was Augustus, a name the Stuttmeisters held. I suspect there was a split in the family when Wollner tried to bring the Rosicrucians back to Christianity after failed attempts by the Prussian Royalty to disguise their Enlightenment as part of the orthodoxy. The Stuttmeister monument of rose granite is giving the correct religious message to those in the know. That a descendant of the Stuttmeisters would marry a Rosamond, whose cote of arms contains a Rose and a Cross, tells me that which is concealed takes on a life of its own in order to be revealed, because secrets can only be sustained by knowers of the secrets. When they are gone, what becomes of their truths? Consider the Tiffany window in the Stuttmeister tomb in Colma that depiects a single rose growing in a blue pot surrounded by thirteen red roses. The Rosy German Secrets The Fraternitas Rosae Crucis teaches that there is one God, the Creator and source of all. That within each of us is buried a particle of the Divine element, a Divine Spark, of and from God. This celestial spark is our soul. Furthermore, God gave us the gift of free will and the opportunity to either diminish or grow this tiny spark by our mode of life; by our thoughts, desires and actions. To develop this celestial soul spark, we must transmute (change) our lower nature and increase the feeling of love within our being. The end result of our efforts is to build this soul spark into a glorious, conscious Soul that forms a direct link between the individual and God. This state of spiritual development is termed Soul Consciousness or Soul Illumination. Illumination of the Soul is symbolized by the fully bloomed rose in the center of the cross of transmutation, the Rosy Cross. The mission of the Fraternitas Rosæ Crucis is to guide individuals, one by one, on the Path toward the ultimate of their Divine Inheritance, Soul Consciousness followed by God Consciousness. What is puzzling, is why would the Stuttmeisters conceal their past having such a grand monument to their dead in Berlin? They were evangelical Luhterans, members of the Jerusalem Church that was favored by Freidrich Wilhelm, the Rosicrucian King of Prussia. We were told that the Stuttmeisters were Prussians descended from Teutonic Knights. I suspect they were a Cadet Branch of the House of Holenzollern. My grandmother’s middle name was Charlotte, and her great grandfather was Dr. Freidrich Wilhelm Rudolph Stuttmesiter. Was he a Doctor of Thealogy? Their Jerusalem Calvinist Church has some amazing history and splits. King Freidrich was titled ‘Ormesus Magnus’ and was one of the foremost Rosicrucians in history. http://www.hermetics.org/brc-18.html 7. AGNES EMMA HEDWIG STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Female Christening: 06 SEP 1856 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 8. ALBERTUS FRIEDERICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Male Christening: 11 JUL 1745 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 9. DOROTHEA SOPHIA STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Female Christening: 03 AUG 1807 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 10. EMILIE FRIEDRICKE STUDTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Female Christening: 26 JAN 1806 Sankt Nikolai, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 11. AMALIE CHARLOTTE JOHANNE ELISABETH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Female Christening: 06 MAR 1860 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 12. FRIEDRICH HEINRICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Male Christening: 30 JAN 1862 Sankt Elisabeth, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 13. JOH. CARL STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Male Christening: 20 AUG 1747 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 14. JOHANNES HERMANN STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Male Christening: 04 MAY 1826 Friedrichswerder Berlin, Brandenburg, Preussen 15. CARL HEINRICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GEDr. Gender: Male Christening: 15 APR 1805 Sankt Nikolai, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 16. CATHARINA DOROTHEA STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Female Christening: 02 AUG 1743 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen 17. VICTOR EMANUEL FELIX STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE Gender: Male Christening: 07 MAR 1861 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen Census – 1880 US Census 1. Atia L. STUTTMEISTER – 1880 United States Census / California SisterL Gender: Female Birth: CA 2. Wm. O. STUTTMEISTER – 1880 United States Census / California BroL Gender: Male Birth: CA 3. Victor STUTTMEISTER – 1880 United States Census / California Other Gender: Male Birth: NY 4. Victor R. STUTTMEISTER – 1880 United States Census / California Self Gender: Male Birth: GER 5. Sarah STUTTMEISTER – 1880 United States Census / California Wife Gender: Female I am new to the list and hope someone in Deutschland, Charlottenburg, Brandenburg, or Berlin can help me out. My research has brought to my attention that there is one Stuttmeister left in Berlin. He was born in December 29, 1959, Wilhelm Erdman Arthur. He has two children, christened at St.Peter, Berlin. The children are Johann Herman and Henriette Theodore Emma Poehlig. I understand that my great uncle’s father came from Charlottenburg. His name was Herr Dr. Rudolph Von Stuttmeister. I do not know whether he immigrated to the U.S. or not. It is a bit of a mystery. His son, Dr. William Olin Stuttmeister, born April 29, 1862, but where I do not know, wether in the US or Germany. Is there any way of checking in Berlin? Also was there a Studentenheim in Charlottenburg, or the surrounding area, and does the orphanage(I assume that is what it was) exist today? My great uncle was Catholic, I believe. All Stuttmeister children were christened at Sankt Petri, St. Jerusalem, St. Nicholai, St. Elisabeth. Do any of these parishes exist, and are they Catholic? Any help will be greatly appreciated, as I do not know what to do next. Thank you. King of the Rosy Cross Published by Royal Rosamond Press Copyright 2003 Last night I recieved some information from my brother, Mark sent to him by our cousin, Daryl, which led me to put a great piece of the puzzle into place. Dr. William Frierich Rudolph Stuttmeister was born in Berlin in 1816 and died Jan 29 1877. He is buried in a family vault at Cypress Lawn Memorial Park in Colma California which is near Belmont. William paid $10,000 dollars for this vault that contains members of the Janke family. This is alot of money to spend in those days. William Sharon is here. This expenditure would be made for a millionaire or a king, or someone related to royalty. But, it may have been the resting place of someone of standing in a religious order, perhaps the Masons. This morning I typed in William’s name, minus the Stuttmeister name which I believe denotes the manor where Charlotenburg was built beside. The name I got was, Frederick William 2 of Prussia, who I discovered was a Rosicrucian of the highest order, and was named ‘Ormesus Magnus’. Frederick William was a man of singularly handsome presence, with an intelligence of a high order. He was devoted to the arts, and patronized Beethoven and Mozart. His private orchestra was known all over Europe. To quote from an article by Waite published by Rider, who are responcible the Tarot Card deck; “Frederick William, then Prince of Prussia. (2) He had attained already a high position in the Rosicrucian Fraternity and was a firm believer in the healing power of an elixir known to the Order. (3) It was used in an illness which befell the Prince, and his recovery was attributed to its virtues. (4) Bischoffswerder thereupon induced him to join the Order, concerning which it is said that the real leaders worked in secrecy, exacting implicit obedience: in a word, they were Unknown Superiors. (5) Delighted as they werethis is of course speculationat the advent of a royal recruit, they imposed on him a year’s probationas it is said, “to impress him more deeply with the sanctity and seriousness of their authority.” “ William married several times, two of them of “the left hand”. He had four sons, one to be king, and another named William. There is no mention of chidren from “the left hand”. One of his daughters, Frederika Louisa Wilhemina, married William of Orange a.k.a William 1 of the Netherlands whom the Rougemonts are kin to. I believe my father is descended from this royal Rosicrucian family. I find it profound that he would marry a Rougemont who are associated with the Knight Templars, and in a fictional piece by Ainsworth that may have been inspired by the Rosicrucian Bulwer-Lytton. The tomb of Dr. William Stuttmeister, and his Janke kin, is badly damaged due to earthquakes, and has remained neglected. How like the prophecy in ‘Ariol’. Have two Rosicrucian bloodlines come together, as well as a Masonic bloodline? Consider Christine and Vicki beholding a angel at the foot of her bed. To quote Waite; “Moreover, the case against Wöllner may call for amendment. It is possible for a rationalist to be sincere when he turns to things represented by the religious side of the Rosy Cross. When he said in a Circle of the Order “0 my Brethren, the time is not far off when we may hope that the long-expected Wise Ones will teach us and bring us into communion with High and invisible Beings “it is scarcely fair to suggest that this was a mere pose. In any case the statement is valuable for my own purpose, as it shews that he was addressing a Lodge of Expectation, a Lodge of Quest, not one of attainment.” Jon Presco https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/08/03/stuttmeister-tomb-in-colma/
A curator for the Oakland Museum called me yesterday and asked me to e-mail him the photograph of my kinfolk having a picnic in the Oakland Hills. I had just returned from Dot Dotsons in Eugene where Jo framed a enlargement of this historic event in a antique frame I purchased. She did a splendid job! Thanks to the Trust my uncle Vincent Rice left me, I have more funds to investigate and record my lost family history. Being poor I have had to endure hardship in order to visit my newfound daughter and newborn grandson in California. Tyler’s father was not there for his son, so when I went to see him for the first time I made a point to ground him in the history of my father’s people whom I and my cousin had just discovered were in a tomb at Cypress Lawn in Colma. We three were the first kin to enter this tomb in many years. Tyler took an early lunch when Heather breast-fed her son on a marble bench facing the Tiffany window. Afterwards we went atop a hill and had a picnic next to these beautiful angels. Heather told me Tyler remembers being there. I was amazed when I saw his eyes follow a plane in the sky, and then smile. My friend, Joy, had given me a special AA coin with the image of an angel on it for my late sister, Christine Rosamond, that I slipped into a crack made by an earthquake. When we drove through San Francisco on our way home, I told Heather this was her and Tyler’s town now, for the Stuttmeisters are listed as a pioneer family, and made the Blue Book. In some respects, this was a Baptism.
Discovered on August 19, 2001 by Frank Maffei, long time Colma Resident and Colma
Norbert and Earle Stanley Gardener were friends of Royal Rosamond. Gardner went to Palo alto High School. The daughter of Royal, married Victor Presco, the great grandson of Carl Janke. Stanford is moving to Belmont that is devoid of Culture. That is about to change. There will be a off-campus Bohemian Hotspot.
Yesterday I owned a very clear picture of Garth and Drew Benton in Christine Benton’s home, while my family was at the funeral. I just woke up from my old man nap, and I was at 13th. Street where I lived with The Loading Zone. The young Rena was asleep in the attic room. I couldn’t wait to see her face again. I awoke, and, I was just dreaming.
I have conducted the most magnificent piece of Detective Work – in history! I own the view of my destiny from my grandparents eyes. I have overcome one of the greatest obstacles a human being can encounter. Total Illusionists had invaded the World of Art and Literature, and I exposed them. I uncovered them. Now, I will bury them in a great work of literature. True History and True love of art, will be cleansed.
Hard-boiled Wit: Ludwig Wittgenstein and Norbert Davis
Josef Hoffmann
1. Introduction: Wittgenstein read Davis
Rosro Cottage Renvyle P.O. Co Galway Eire
4.6.48
Dear Norman,
Thanks a lot for the detective mags. I had, before they arrived, been reading a detective story by Dorothy Sayers, and it was so bl… foul that it depressed me. Then when I opened one of your mags it was like getting out of a stuffy room into the fresh air. And, talking of detective fiction, I’d like you to make an enquiry for me when once you’ve got nothing better to do. A couple of years ago I read with great pleasure a detective story called Rendezvous With Fear by a man Norbert Davis. I enjoyed it so much that I gave it not only to Smythies but also to Moore to read and both shared my high opinion of it. For, though, as you know, I’ve read hundreds of stories that amused me and that I liked reading, I think I’ve only read two perhaps that I’d call good stuff, and Davis’s is one of them. Some weeks ago I found it again by a queer coincidence in a village in Ireland, it has appeared in an edition called ‘Cherry Tree books’, something like ‘Penguin’. Now I’d like you to ask at a bookshop if Norbert Davis has written other books, and what kind. (He’s an American.) It may sound crazy, but when I recently re-read the story I liked it again so much that I thought I’d really like to write to the author and thank him. If this is nuts don’t be surprised, for so am I. I shouldn’t be surprised if he had written quite a lot and only this one story were really good.
Affectionately
Ludwig
This letter is quoted in Norman Malcolm’s book Ludwig Wittgenstein: A Memoir. Malcolm added the following footnote after Norbert Davis’s name: “As I recall, I was unable to obtain any information about this author.”
The American philosopher Norman Malcolm was a student of Wittgenstein’s at Cambridge and later became a much esteemed correspondence partner and supplier of the latest detective pulps from the United States. It would appear, however, that Malcolm did not take his friend Ludwig’s desire to read more by Davis all that seriously. In 1948 he could have got hold of some short stories and books by Norbert Davis without much difficulty. After years of writing for the pulp magazines, Davis had managed in the 1940s to have his detective stories published in book form. Between 1943 and 1947 four such books appeared: The Mouse in the Mountain (1943; the paperback issues were called Rendezvous with Fear and Dead Little Rich Girl); Sally’s in the Alley (1943); Oh Murderer Mine (1946); Murder Picks the Jury (1947).
No more books followed. In 1949, at the age of 40, Norbert Davis took his life.
The fact that Wittgenstein’s attempt to get in touch with Davis failed is tragic somehow. If anyone could have helped Norbert Davis then, in my view, it was Ludwig Wittgenstein. He was an influential philosopher who managed throughout his entire life to rope his wealthy friends and relatives into supporting hapless individuals, in particular writers and artists.
Wittgenstein’s enthusiasm for Norbert Davis’s first novel is understandable. This particular novel betrays, as do other texts by Davis, a similar mode of thinking and writing, a kind of elective affinity to Wittgenstein’s own work. What is more, in his earlier years Wittgenstein had been repeatedly haunted by thoughts of suicide. Three of his brothers had ended their lives by suicide. In fact, suicide was part and parcel of the whole milieu in which he spent his earlier life in Austria . In his biography, Ray Monk refers to that milieu as a “Laboratory for Self-destruction.”
Today, a half a century later, it is impossible to make up for Malcolm’s neglect to inquire about Davis and so historically cancel out that non-encounter between him and Wittgenstein. It is possible, however, to address the question of why Wittgenstein estimated Norbert Davis’s novel so highly that he felt a need to thank him personally for it.
2. Wittgenstein as a culture lover and crime fiction reader
In 1948, three years before his death, Wittgenstein was a famous philosopher who was supported by people like Bertrand Russell, George Moore, John Maynard Keynes, and not least, by his siblings in Austria. He came from one of the richest and culturally most influential families in Vienna at the end of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Brahms, Mahler, Klimt, and Grillparzer were just some of the guests to visit the Wittgenstein home. Ludwig’s older brother Paul became a famous pianist. It was for him that Ravel composed his “Piano Concerto in D Major for Left Hand”; Paul Wittgenstein had lost his right arm in the First World War.
As a child already, Ludwig Wittgenstein had got to know and love the literature and music of the German speaking region, maintaining throughout his whole life a particular leaning towards classical music. As for literature, he was especially taken by the works of Goethe, Mörike, Keller, Hebel, Lenau, and Nestroy, though he also liked Tolstoy, Dostoievski, Sterne, Lewis Carrol, Dickens, and the young Joyce. In 1914, through the editor of the Austrian magazine Der Brenner, Wittgenstein had a donation of 100,000 Kronen (about €100,000 today) distributed among “penniless Austrian artists,” including, among others, Rilke, Trakl, Lasker-Schüler, Kokoschka, Haecker, and Däubler. Between 1926 and 1928, Wittgenstein, together with Paul Engelmann, a disciple of the modernist architect Adolf Loos, supervised the construction of the so-called Wittgenstein Palais on Kundmanngasse in Vienna for his sister Gretl. Both the exterior and the interior of the house were designed in a style similar to that of Loos and the Bauhaus. Once his tasks were completed, Wittgenstein liked to go and see westerns, above all Tom Mix films, together with Engelmann. Later, in Cambridge, he developed an enthusiasm for American review films which he preferred to watch from the front row of the cinema.
It cannot be established conclusively when exactly Wittgenstein began reading crime fiction, though it had definitely become a fixed component of his reading material after his return to Cambridge in 1929. His preference was for Street & Smith’s Detective Story Magazine, a monthly pulp magazine which he read, more or less regularly, up until his death. Wittgenstein liked this magazine so much that he quoted it in the last lecture he gave as a fellow of Trinity College. That is not all. In his letters to Norman Malcolm he mentions several times how important the magazine was for him, much more important than the leading philosophy magazine of the time, Mind. In the context of paper rationing in England he wrote to Malcolm on 8.9.1945: “Thanks a lot for the mags. … The one way in which the ending of Lend-Lease really hits me is by producing a shortage of detective mags in this country. I can only hope Lord Keynes will make this quite clear in Washington. For I say: if the U.S.A. won’t give us detective mags we can’t give them philosophy …”
A letter dated 15.3.1948 contains the following lines: “Your mags are wonderful. How people can read Mindif they could read Street & Smith beats me. If philosophy has anything to do with wisdom there’s certainly not a grain of that inMind, and quite often a grain in the detective stories.”
Mindcame off even more negatively in another comparison made in his letter of 30.10.1945: “If I read your mags I often wonder how anyone can read Mind with all its impotence and bankruptcy when they could read Street & Smithmags. Well, everyone to his taste.”
Wittgenstein’s preference in crime fiction was not exclusively for “hard-boiled detective stories,” as Ray Monk’s biography would have us believe. M. O’C. Drury, a close friend of Wittgenstein’s, recalled a conversation he once had about crime fiction with Wittgenstein in 1936 during which Wittgenstein praised Agatha Christie, claiming that it required a specifically English talent to be able to write such books. For Wittgenstein, Christie’s crime stories were a pure delight. Not only were the plots cleverly worked out, the characters too, were so well portrayed that they seemed like real people. On once being recommended to read Chesterton’s Father Brown stories, Wittgenstein turned up his nose: “Oh no, I couldn’t stand the idea of a Roman Catholic priest playing the part of a detective. I don’t want that.”
In light of that conversation with Drury in the mid-1930s, it can be safely assumed that Wittgenstein’s taste complied with that of his time, and that he therefore partook of all the developments in crime fiction. His liking for the more modern literary style of the hard-boiled detective stories probably developed when they had made their way into almost all the crime story magazines, including Street & Smith’s Detective Story Magazine – on the model of the Black Mask. As Ray Monk points out, in the 1930s and 40s, Detective Story Magazinecarried works by Black Mask authors such as Raymond Chandler, Carroll John Daly, Erle Stanley Gardner, Cornell Woolrich and Norbert Davis. Wittgenstein, however, always speaks of detective stories, which would lead one to presume that the other sub-genres in crime fiction, such as gangster or action stories and psycho-thrillers, did not appeal to him as much. Most of the detective stories of the hard-boiled school had basic elements in common with the classical whodunits, so that the change in the reading public’s habits could take place gradually.
3. The characteristic features of Norbert Davis’ detective stories
Norbert Davis was no realist. He was not interested in depicting reality in the raw, nor in presenting characters, scenes and dialogues that seemed as if they were borrowed from harsh everyday life. What characterises Davis as a hard-boiled writer is the cutting and curt linguistic and narrative style he chose in order to portray a thoroughly corrupt and violent world. Often the vocabulary is bold and simple, the short, precise sentences stylistically well honed.
Occasionally he even uses internal rhyme and alliteration: “A Lady gets a Lift,” “Target for Teresa,” “A Break for a Bum,” “Give the Devil his Due,” and “Latin in Art” (from The Adventures of Max Latin). Davis’s dialogues ooze sarcasm. Pathos, sentimentality or naivety‚ of any kind are averse to his hardened protagonists. The best example of this is his private detective Doan. In one scene in The Mouse in the Mountain the bandit Garcia lies dead on the ground after an exchange of shots. A Mexican officer examines him:
“Dead,” said the tall man. “That is unfortunate.” “For him,” Doan agreed.
Davis’s plots, characters, and basic character constellations betray a marked proximity to the classical whodunits. Figures such as Max Latin or Doan represent a blend of the invariably unequalled master detective and the hard drinking rough-shod private eye. Also borrowed from the tried and tested range of traditional forms are plot elements and scenes such as the configuration of potential perpetrators and victims in a ‘closed society’ (for example, in “Holocaust House”), or the concluding summary by the detective who solves the case before an astonished audience.
Davis’s combination of elements from different narrative styles succeeds because he ironically stretches the forms of both kinds of detective story to breaking point and seasons both plot and dialogue with a touch of humour. The humour of his verbal and situation comedy is often achieved by leaving out elements in customary forms of communication, and especially by taking what people say (but do not necessarily mean) obstinately literally – like a reductio ad absurdum. As a result, Davis’s humour takes on anarchic and bizarre features, similar to those of Marx Brothers films. Here is a sample from “Give the Devil his Due”:
“… You are Max Latin, and you call yourself a private inquiry agent, and you are the undercover owner of this restaurant.” “Well, how do I do,” said Latin. “I’m glad to know me.”
And another from The Mouse in the Mountain:
“Friend,” said Henshaw, “… I’m in the plumbing business — ‘Better Bathrooms for a Better America.’ What’s your line?” “Crime,” Doan told him. “You mean you’re a public enemy?” Henshaw asked, interested. “There have been rumors to that effect,” Doan said. “But I claim I’m a private detective.”
This clever, laconic, and sarcastic narrative style is surely the main reason why Davis’s novel appealed to Wittgenstein so much. Incidentally, a Davis comment such as “… ‘Latin,’ said Latin” is quite in keeping with Wittgenstein’s “Mr. Scot is no Scot” (in his Philosophical Investigations, part ii).
4. The proximity of Wittgenstein’s mode of thinking, writing, and life to that of the ‘hard-boiled school’
As in both the traditional and the more modern detective stories, the main concern in Wittgenstein’s work is with transparency, with arriving at certainty about facts, at a correct view and elucidation of the real connections by means of eliminating deceptions and apparent constructs. Wittgenstein’s wish was to expose pretence, hypocrisy, puffiness, slovenliness and obscuration, which are as widespread in the realms of philosophy and science as they are in the avaricious world of commerce. He compared many contemporary philosophers to cheats and businessmen who capitalised on poor districts, and saw it as his task to put a stop to such activities by his colleagues.
Given that Wittgenstein’s philosophical work, like the typical detective story, dealt with the exposure of deception, he naturally approached facts in a way that was reminiscent of a detective’s approach to solving problems. §129 of his Philosophical Investigations reads like a summary of Poe’s “Purloined Letter,” a story in which a stolen letter remains concealed from the eyes of the investigators simply by being placed openly on a card-rack, visible to all at any time. Wittgenstein writes: “The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity. (One is unable to notice something — because it is always before one’s eyes.)”
Individual sentences in §99 of his Philosophical Investigations may even contain an allusion to a typical element of crime fiction, namely, ‘the locked room mystery’: “… if I say >I have locked the man up fast in the room – there is only one door left open< – then I simply haven’t locked him in at all; his being locked in is a sham. … An enclosure with a hole in it is as good as none.”
Are the following lines from §293 of Philosophical Investigations not almost a parodistic portrayal of the typical scene in which the master detective recapitulates the events of the crime before a confounded audience, eliminating a ‘red herring’ that had misled the investigations. “Suppose everyone had a box with something in it: we call it a ‘beetle.’ No one can look into anyone else’s box, and everyone says he knows what a beetle is only by looking at his beetle. – Here it would be quite possible for everyone to have something different in his box. One might even imagine such a thing constantly changing. – But suppose the word ‘beetle’ had a use in these people’s language? – If so it would not be used as the name of a thing. The thing in the box has no place in the language-game at all; not even as a something: for the box might even be empty. – No, one can ‘divide through’ by the thing in the box; it cancels out, whatever it is.”
§115 points in a similar direction: “A picture held us captive.” Wittgenstein devoted his repeated attention to the influence of our cultural surroundings on the way we view things. Davis too, refers to such influences again and again, in a particularly sarcastic manner at the beginning of chapter 3 of Sally’s in the Alley:
The Mojave Desert at sunset looks remarkably like a painting of a sunset on the Mojave Desert which, when you come to think of it, is really quite surprising. Except that the real article doesn’t show such good color sense as the average painting does. Yellows and purples and reds and various other violent sub-units of the spectrum are splashed all over the sky, in a monumental exhibition of bad taste. They keep moving and blurring and changing around, like the color movies they show in insane asylums to keep the idiots quiet.
In some of Wittgenstein’s writings on the task of philosophy, all that is necessary is to substitute a few words – those marked in bold type in the following – in order to illustrate their affinity to crime fiction:
“A detective’s problem has the form: ‘I don’t know my way about’ ” (§123 PI).
“The work of the detective consists in assembling reminders for a particular purpose.” (§127 PI)
“What is your aim working as a detective? – To shew the fly the way out of the fly-bottle.” (§309 PI)
In his remarks on this statement, Wittgenstein expert Joachim Schulte further underlines its similarity, in form and content, to the attitude of a private detective à la Philip Marlowe to a female client, as it were, the threatened ‘fly.’ In Schulte’s eyes, the fact that the fly has fallen into the trap means it is in considerable danger, not just because of a total lack of orientation, but because it has become so completely entangled that it cannot free itself. The man who comes to the aid of such an ‘imprisoned’ client is indeed a veritable saviour in her hour of need.
Not only did Wittgenstein distrust abstruse, mysterious sounding waffle in philosophy, he also regarded the equation of mathematical logic and science as a misconception. In this sense Ray Monk may be correct in assuming that Wittgenstein was better able to identify with the approach of the hardened American private detective than with the methods of a Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot. And just as the new style down-to-earth private eye was opposed to the old style detective and his apparently logical deductions, Wittgenstein too was keen to distance himself from the representatives of a mathematization of philosophy and science. For him, the fundamentals of mathematical logic were based on mere agreements, that is to say, human inventions, and were thus totally different from the laws of nature.
When writing his Tractatus, Wittgenstein had already come to the conclusion that science and philosophy were far removed from those things in life which are of greatest importance to the individual: “6.52 We feel that even when all possible scientific questions have been answered, the problems of life remain completely untouched.” Norbert Davis seems to have shared this viewpoint, as illustrated above all in the last chapter of Oh Murderer Mine. At one stage in the narrative, Doan’s dog Carstairs, a Great Dane, chases the dim-witted arrest-happy campus policeman Humphrey into the swimming pool, completely ignoring Doan’s admonitions. In turn, Doan is also ignored by the two university lecturers Eric and Melissa, who are locked in passionate embrace.
Carstairs ignored him. Carstairs was contemplating the frothy, turgid water in the pool with the remotely sadistic indifference of a scientist studying a pinned-down bug. And Eric and Melissa ignored him too. For the moment they were too occupied with each other to have any interest in external affairs. Melissa’s arms were about Eric’s neck and he was holding her so closely that no bio-chemist or meteorologist or physicist or psychologist or any other scientist could have presented a logical explanation of how it was that she could breathe.” The Tractatus puts it more succinctly, under 6.43: “The world of the happy man is a different one from that of the unhappy man.”
Like the above mentioned fly bottle metaphor, Wittgenstein’s remarks on the work of the philosopher betray a disillusioned and bitter, if tenacious and dogged attitude to his profession and one that is sometimes redolent of, among other things, the particular professional attitude and street wisdom of the private detective of the hard-boiled school. As the founder of so-called “ordinary language philosophy,” Wittgenstein was more likely to be sympathetic towards detectives who spoke the language of ordinary people and grappled, despite the hard knocks with, everyday problems and real opponents, than towards the classical detectives who caught criminals on the basis of their ingenious gift of association, or even their clairvoyant capacities.
Wittgenstein’s preference for the working methods of hard-boiled detectives can also be easily demonstrated by the use of slightly modified quotations from his Philosophical Investigations:
In the detective’s work we do not draw conclusions. (§599)
Here it is difficult as it were to keep our heads up, – to see that we must stick to the subjects of our every-day thinking, and not go astray and imagine that we have to reconstruct extreme subtleties, which in turn we are after all quite unable to reconstruct with the means at our disposal. We feel as we had to repair a torn spider’s web with our fingers. (§106)
We have got on to slippery ice where there is no friction and … we are unable to walk. We want to walk: so we need friction. Back to the rough ground! (§107)
I can look for him when he is not there, but not hang him when he is not there. (§462)
The results of a detective’s work are the uncovering of one or another piece of plain nonsense and of bumps that he has got by running its head up against the limits prescribed. These bumps make us see the value of the discovery. (§119)
Could such terms not also be used to describe the ‘philosophy’ of the ‘tough private eye’? In “You Can Die Anyday,” Max Latin puts it somewhat more bluntly and briefly: “ … so I went right ahead anyway. I couldn’t wait to investigate. I had to poke my neck out.”
It is quite possible that some of Wittgenstein’s remarks on the theme of the rules of the game, on ‘being guided,’ and on reading might well have been inspired by the narrative technique of crime fiction, by that subtle tactic of keeping the reader on tenterhooks until the finale. For example, in §652 of Philosophical Investigations we read:
>He measured him with a hostile glance and said ….< The reader of the narrative understands this; he has no doubt in his mind. … But it is possible that the hostile glance and the words later prove to have been pretence, or that the reader is kept in doubt whether they are so or not, and so that he really does guess at a possible interpretation. – But then the main thing he guesses at is a context. He says to himself for example: The two men who are here so hostile to one another are in reality friends, etc. etc. A central theme in Wittgenstein’s late writings is the question of what rules are, how they can be recognised, drawn up, and obeyed. This brings us to another reason why he favoured American detective stories such as those by Davis. It is a well known fact that private detectives like Max Latin or Doan neither adhere to the rules of logical deduction nor to those of law or social conventions. Instead, they think and act as the situation demands, breaking rules, changing them, or merely pretending to comply with them.
Wittgenstein’s deliberations on the theme of rules had their roots in internal developments within philosophy. Yet they also have to be seen against the backdrop of the fundamental change that took place in people’s consciousness in the face of the social turmoil of the first half of the twentieth century, which had invalidated rules regarded as self-evident until then. One feature of the experience of the generations who lived through the First and Second World Wars and the critical inter-war period was insecurity, lost certainty, as regards which values and rules could still aspire to validity. Such an experience gives rise to a need for orientation, certainty, and security, for reliable rules for individual and social life which were worth keeping and defending unyieldingly against attack. Yet in view of the myriad opinions, proposals, declarations and world views circulating and competing in the public arena in free societies, it was difficult even for intelligent people to establish binding rules and certainties. This intellectual state is reflected not only in the philosophy of the time, but also in literature and films, and in particular in that narrative domain encompassed by the term ‘noir.’
It was common to consider the writers of those ‘black’ stories as having an intellectual affinity with the French existentialists, though this is not always the case. Some ‘noir’ writers have closer ties with other philosophies, for example that of Karl Marx, Charles Peirce, or Ludwig Wittgenstein. Wittgenstein’s view of his time was presumably more gloomy – and elitist – than that of many ‘noir’ writers, as is illustrated, for example, at one point in the foreword to his Philosophical Investigations: “It is not impossible that it should fall to the lot of this work, in its poverty and in the darkness of this time, to bring light into one brain or another – but, of course, it is not likely.”
Another possible point of identification for Wittgenstein with hard-boiled crime fiction could well have been the particular role that the new private detective assumed in society. He was a lone fighter caught between the fronts of the rich upper class and the desolate world of poverty, between city administration and the police force on the one hand, and the underworld on the other. Wittgenstein too saw himself in the role of the lonesome warrior, pitting his energies against both the bourgeois academic life style and the narrow-mindedness and ‘meanness’ of normal people – against whom he had railed frequently, especially in his younger years. Like the modern private detective, Wittgenstein seemed to move in various social ‘camps’ or milieus without feeling at home in any of them.
Wittgenstein’s attitude to life, more precisely, the type of masculinity and the ideals of truthfulness and honour he admired, betray common features with those of Dashiell Hammett and other writers of the hard-boiled school. Like Hammett, it was not enough for Wittgenstein to merely prove his worth at that ‘battlefield in life’ that seemed to have been allocated to him, namely, his desk. Both men found it unbearable not to be active like other men at the real front, where what was at stake was life and death, and where they could demonstrate their bravery. In wartime they could direct their aggressive impulses against real enemies, reaping recognition while at the same time keeping under control, or covering up, their self-destructive potential. Although neither Wittgenstein nor Hammett enjoyed good health, they both managed to have themselves recruited for wartime service. During the First World War Wittgenstein refused military positions that would have prevented him from doing gun battle with enemy soldiers. As a lone observer at the front, he was persistent in battle, intervened in troop action directly where necessary, and was awarded a medal for bravery. During the Second World War he gave up his teaching post in Cambridge to work at Guy’s Hospital, thus making his contribution to the war against the Nazis. He justified his decision as follows: “I feel I will die slowly if I stay there. I would rather take a chance of dying quickly.”
Hammett had contracted tuberculosis during the First World War and therefore could not fight at the front, however, he only gave up his job as a Pinkerton detective when ill-health finally forced him to. Yet despite his advanced years and unfit state, he succeeded by all sorts of tricks in being despatched to the front as a soldier during the Second World War.
Another common element in the attitudes of Hammett and Wittgenstein to life in general was that they both despised the easy life and were not interested in money. For a time both of them had strong leanings towards communism. Wittgenstein travelled to Russia in 1935 with the intention of working there but returned to England disappointed. During the McCarthy era, Hammett chose to go to prison with his Marxist friends out of loyalty. After the First World War, Wittgenstein chose to stay on longer in a prisoner-of-war camp out of attachment to his comrades and refused an early discharge. Like Chandler or Davis, Wittgenstein and Hammett also had no illusions about the fact that people and things could be easily bought. Sally’s in the Alley contains some rather vicious statements to this effect. On one occasion, when Doan gets into a tussle with Susan Sally, a good-looking Hollywood actress, her worried agent calls out:
“Hit her in the stomach!” “What?” said Doan, startled. The shadow jiggled both fists in an agony of apprehension. “Not in the face! Don’t hit her face! Thirty-five hundred dollars a week!”
Towards the end of the story, Doan and Harriet, a patriotic but rather naive companion, engage in the following conversation with the Nazi MacAdoo:
“Goering is going to be hung after we win the war,” Harriet told him. MacAdoo looked at her. “Don’t be silly. The Kaiser didn’t have much more than a hundred million dollars, and nobody hung him. Goering is worth two or three billion by this time, and besides that he has heavy influence in England and the United States.” “How do you know?” Doan asked. “Read the papers. Who do you think is paying for all this bilge about Goering being a harmless, jolly fat man with a love for medals and a heart of gold? Stuff like that isn’t printed for free. Particularly not after the guy involved has murdered a half million civilians with his air force. I shouldn’t wonder but what he’ll wind up as president of the Reich under a, pause for laughter, democratic government.”
In view of their socially privileged status, Wittgenstein’s and Hammett’s attitudes to life and work may seem ambivalent, which could also be one of the reasons for their unease, the dissatisfaction, and perhaps even their inability to produce one masterpiece after another, as other writers were obviously able to do. From the publication of his novel The Thin Man in 1934 to his death in 1961, Hammett was never again in a position to complete another work despite desperate attempts. In the foreword to his Philosophical Investigations Wittgenstein wrote resignedly that he would have liked to produce a good book but that there was no time left to improve it. “After several unsuccessful attempts to weld my results together into such a whole, I realized that I should never succeed. The best that I could write would never be more than philosophical remarks …” That reminds me of Chandler’s lament in a letter to Sandoe: “I am continually finding myself with scenes that I won’t discard and that don’t want to fit in. … The mere idea of being committed in advance to a certain pattern appalls me.”
A glance at Davis’s publications reveals that he drafted a considerable number of characters and wrote innumerable ‘novelettes and short stories’ but produced only very few novels, and they are extremely short. He too, was obviously lacking the ability to produce an extensive, well conceived oeuvre. However, as very little is known about the conditions under which Davis lived and worked, all I can do is subscribe to John D. MacDonald’s evaluation of him as a typical pulp writer: “I never met Norbert Davis, but I have no reason to suspect that he was any less eccentric, or less anxious, in that penny-a-word environment than any of the rest of us.”
5. Wittgenstein – a philosopher with a “hard-boiled” style?
In many ways, Wittgenstein’s style of writing betrays an affinity to the prose of the Black Mask school, especially to that of Norbert Davis. Wittgenstein had an abhorrence of what he called “waffle”, and was almost obsessed with a brief, precise, logical form of expression. He tormented people around him by constantly correcting mistakes in their syntax. Both in his private texts and conversations, and in his dairy entries, letters, and philosophical writings, he tended towards coarse, hard-boiled expressions and sarcastic humour. He had a preference for laconic turns of phrase intended to illustrate a thought ‘in a flash.’ The term ‘wise crack’ might be used to put his style of writing philosophy in an appropriate nutshell, were it not already reserved for the sharp-witted dialogues of Philip Marlowe and his colleagues.
Wittgenstein’s translators (from German into English and vice versa) were apparently so painfully embarrassed by his provocative sarcasm that they occasionally went to great trouble to mellow the tone of the original text, transposing it into a more scholarly, bourgeois key, as I shall show later. One reason for this procedure may have been that they did not wish to expose Wittgenstein’s work to the danger of being considered lacking in seriousness and thus not being received appropriately. As one of the editors of the works published posthumously, Georg Henrik von Wright, emphasises, Wittgenstein had acquired the reputation of being a cultural ignoramus – not least because of his Spartan way of life and his dislike for the Cambridge milieu. Furthermore, many contemporaries found him impolite, blunt, barefaced, even cruel. In view of such reproaches and prejudices, it may have seemed appropriate to the translators to soften or defuse those of Wittgenstein’s expressions that might have confirmed such prejudices against his person and his work. Thus for a long time, biographical works made no mention of, or at least ignored, the fact that in his later years he was a passionate reader of crime stories and even spoke about them in his lectures.
Let us now turn to some original texts by Wittgenstein that document his ‘hard-boiled’ style.
On 9.7.1916, that is to say, while serving in the war, Wittgenstein made the following entry in his diary in secret writing: “Don’t get worked up about people. People are black scoundrels.”
His diary entry of 19.8.1916 repeats the sentence: “Surrounded by meanness.”
In a letter to Paul Engelmann dated 16.1.1918 he writes: “I am clear about one thing: I am far too bad to be able to theorize about myself; in fact I shall either remain a swine or else I shall improve, and that’s that! Only let’s cut out the transcendental twaddle when the whole thing is as plain as a sock on the jaw.”
In a later letter: “Perhaps I should first have to be shattered completely by a blow from outside, before new life could enter this corpse.”
On postcards sent to Gilbert Pattison, Wittgenstein resorted to particularly drastic phrases: Of Chamberlain’s diplomacy in Munich he writes on one card: “In case you want an Emetic, there it is.” He concludes another postcard greeting with the words: “… I am, old God, yours in bloodyness, Ludwig”.
Both Wittgenstein’s private and philosophical notes contain phrases that could have come from a crime story:
“I see someone pointing a gun and say >I expect a report<. The shot is fired.” (PI §442)
“I watch a slow match burning, in high excitement follow the progress of the burning and its approach to the explosive.” (PI §576)
In December 1929 Wittgenstein reported a dream about a man called Vertsag: “He opens fire with a machine-gun at a cyclist behind him who writhes with pain and is mercilessly gunned to the ground with several shots. Vertsag has driven past, and now comes a young, poor-looking girl on a cycle and she too is shot at by Vertsag as he drives on. And these shots, when they hit her breast make a bubbling sound like an almost empty kettle over a flame.”
The hard-boiled crime stories of the 1940s frequently contain accounts of torture scenes and pain endurance rites. A favourite plot element is the state of complete uncertainty in which the detective or the victim of the crime find themselves. In his way of examining philosophical problems, Wittgenstein succeeded in blending these two elements:
… several people standing in a ring, and me among them. One of us, sometimes this one, sometimes that, is connected to the poles of an electrical machine without our being able to see this. I observe the faces of the others and try to see which of us has just been electrified. – Then I say: “Now I know who it is; for it’s myself.” (PI § 409)
The following German sentence “Daß mich das Feuer brennen wird, wenn ich die Hand hineinstecke: das ist Sicherheit.” is rendered as follows in the English version: “I shall get burnt if I put my hand in the fire: that is certainty.” (PI §474) Were the German to have been translated literally, it would read: “That fire will burn me if I put my hand into it: that is certainty.” Wittgenstein’s German text makes a particularly sharp point due to the fact that the German word “Sicherheit” means both certainty and security. The second connotation is absent from the English word “certainty.” The syntactical alteration also diminishes the harshness of the expression.
Almost nothing is sacred to the hard-boiled private detectives. Their impertinence and unscrupulousness overwhelms not only their opponents and their competitors, but even their clients. In Davis’s short stories, the detective figures play a particularly cunning game with the people they encounter. The following statement by Wittgenstein could also have been made by a trickster such as Detective Max Latin: “Someone says to me: >Shew the children a game.< I teach them gaming with dice, and the other says >I didn’t mean that sort of game.<” (PI, note added to §70)
The same unsentimental, self-mocking humour with regard to his own profession can be found, expressed in equally mordant tones, in Wittgenstein’s statements on the philosopher: “I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again >I know that that’s a tree<, pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell them: >This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.<” (On Certainty §467)
The relationship between life and death has always been a fundamental preoccupation in philosophy, as in crime fiction. Davis’s novel The Mouse in the Mountain could well have been inspired Wittgenstein to the following statement: “And so, too, a corpse seems to us quite inaccessible to pain. – Our attitude to what is alive and to what is dead, is not the same. All our reactions are different.” (PI §284)
Davis’s story contains a piece of dialogue that humorously illustrates Wittgenstein’s claim. After private detective Doan shoots gangster Bautiste Bonofile in a struggle, Doan’s companion Janet asks, worried: “Is he – hurt?” “Not a bit,” said Doan. “He’s just dead.”
A few pages later, Doan puts forward a variation on logical problem contained in the proposition, “A Cretan says, ‘All Cretans are liars’ ”:
“Yes, I lied to him.” “Well, aren’t you ashamed ? You involved me, too.” “You shouldn’t have believed me,” Doan said… “Why not ?” Janet demanded indignantly. “Because I’m a detective,” Doan said. “Detectives never tell the truth if they can help it. They lie all the time. It’s just business.” “Not all detectives!”
Doan nodded, seriously now. “Yes. Every detective ever born, and every one who ever will be. Honest.”
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It should also be noted that Josef has a further article “PI Wittgenstein and Language-games from Detective Stories” in CADS 48, October 2005.
PHOTO GALLERY
The photos below were obtained several years ago by Bill Pronzini from Ruth Babcock, widow of Norbert Davis’s fellow pulp writer, Dwight V. Babcock. With the assistance of John Apostolou, who has done extensive research into the lives of both Davis and Babcock, we no longer believe that all five photos came from the same visit by the Davises at the Babcocks’ home.
Norbert Davis made a trip in 1936 to a farm owned by Ruth Babcock’s family in Modesto, California. While there, he and Dwight did some target shooting. Photos were taken and some prints sent to Joseph T. Shaw in April 1936. Three of the pictures – Norbert shooting, Dwight shooting, the two of them sitting – were taken during that visit. The house in the picture of the car appears to be the same house in the photo with Babcock and Davis sitting on the front steps. If this is so, it would suggest that the woman standing on the running board of the car is Frances, Norbert Davis’s first wife. (If anyone can identify what brand of automobile this sporty convertible might be, we’d like to know that too.)
The remaining picture of three seated individuals was shot, we now believe, at a different location several years later. Norbert has aged considerably, and the house is clearly not the same one as in the other two shots. John suggests that the picture may have been taken in 1948 or early 1949. The woman seated in the middle is Nancy Davis, Norbert’s second wife. She would have been about 27 years old. (Apparently target shooting was a common pastime for the two writers. Note that Davis is holding a gun in that later photo as well.)
Nancy Kirkwood Crane Davis was also the daughter of mystery writer Frances Crane, a fact uncovered by Tom and Enid Schantz while researching Davis’s life for their introduction to the Rue Morgue Press editions of his books. If you’re interested in learning more about Norbert Davis and his life, you’re strongly urged to read it. It’s excellent and definitely worth your while.
NORBERT DAVIS (1909-1949): A BIBLIOGRAPHY –
by Steve Lewis, Bill Pronzini & Victor A. Berch
NOVELS & COLLECTIONS –
The Mouse In The Mountain. Morrow, hc, 1943. [Doan and Carstairs.] McLelland, Canada, hc, 1943. Grosset & Dunlap, hc reprint, 1944. Cherry Tree #190, UK pb, 1944, as Rendezvous with Fear. Handi-Books #40, pb, 1945, as Dead Little Rich Girl. Rue Morgue Press, trade pb, 2001.
Sally’s In The Alley. Morrow, hc, 1943. [Doan and Carstairs.] McLelland, Canada, hc, 1943. T. V. Boardman #46, UK, hc, 1944. Grosset & Dunlap, hc reprint, 1946. Rue Morgue Press, trade pb, 2002.
Oh, Murderer Mine. Handi-Books #54, pb original, 1946. [Doan and Carstairs.] Rue Morgue Press, trade pb, 2003.
Murder Picks The Jury, as by Harrison Hunt (joint pseudonym with W. T. Ballard). Mystery House, hc, 1947. – Revised from an earlier version that appeared as “String Him Up,” Double Detective, February 1938. Thanks to John L. Apostolou for pointing out this omission from the first version of the bibliography. In his article on Norbert Davis appearing on the Black Mask website, John also suggests that Ballard working alone was responsible for the longer version. Bestseller Mystery #108, digest pb, abridged, April 1949.
The Adventures of Max Latin. Mysterious Press, trade pb, 1988. Introduction by John D. MacDonald. – Contains all five of the Max Latin stories which appeared in Dime Detective in the 1940s. See the pulp listings below.
SHORT FICTION –
Stories in BLACK MASK
“Reform Racket” June 1932. “Kansas City Flash” March 1933. ● Reprinted in Murder, Plain & Fanciful, James Sandoe, editor. (Sheridan House, hc, 1948) ● Reprinted in The Hard-Boiled Detective, Herbert Ruhm, editor. (Vintage Books 72156, pb, 1977) “Red Goose” February 1934. ● Reprinted in The Hard-Boiled Omnibus: Early Stories from Black Mask, Joseph T. Shaw, editor. (Simon & Schuster, hc, 1946; Pocket #852, pb, 1952) ● Reprinted in The Mammoth Book of Pulp Action, Maxim Jakubowski, editor. (Constable & Robinson, UK, trade pb, 2001; Carroll & Graf, trade pb, 2001) ● The basis (we presume) for the episode broadcast “The Blue Panther” on the TV series Suspense, October 15, 1952. [When re-registered for copyright, the origin was listed as “The Blue Goose,” by Norbert Davis. This has to be an error for “Red Goose.”] “The Price of a Dime.” April 1934. “Hit and Run” April 1935. “Medicine for Murder” October 1937. “Murder in Two Parts” December 1937. ● Reprinted in American Pulp, Ed Gorman, Bill Pronzini, & Martin H. Greenberg, editors. (Carroll & Graf, hc/trade pb, 1997) “You’ll Die Laughing” November 1940. “Walk Across My Grave” April 1942. ●Reprinted in Pure Pulp, Ed Gorman, Bill Pronzini, & Martin H. Greenberg, editors. (Carroll & Graf, trade pb, 1999) “Don’t You Cry for Me” May 1942. “Bullets Don’t Bother Me” August 1942. “Beat Me Daddy” November 1942. “Name Your Poison.” May 1943.
Stories in DIME DETECTIVE [ML = Max Latin stories, all of which appear in the Mysterious Press trade paperback collection.]
“The Gin Monkey” January 15, 1935. “The Devil’s Scalpel” November 1935. “Something for the Sweeper” May 1937. ● Reprinted in Hard-Boiled Detectives: 23 Great Stories from Dime Detective Magazine, Stefan Dziemianowicz, Robert Weinberg, and Martin H. Greenberg, editors. (Gramercy, hc, 1992) ● Reprinted in A Century of Noir: Thirty-Two Classic Crime Stories, Mickey Spillane & Max Allan Collins, editors. (New American Library, trade pb, 2002) “Death Sings a Torch-Song” July 1937. “Drop of Doom” December 1939. “Murder Down Deep” February 1940. “Murder in the Red” April 1940. “This Will Kill You!” August 1940. “Watch Me Kill You!” July 1940. [ML] “Come Up and Kill Me Some Time” October 1941. “Don’t Give Your Right Name” December 1941. [ML] ● Reprinted in The Hardboiled Dicks, Ron Goulart, editor. (Sherborne Press, hc, 1965; Pocket, pb, 1967; Boardman, UK, hc, 1967) “Have One on the House” March 1942. “Give the Devil His Due” May 1942. [ML] “Who Said I Was Dead?” August 1942. ● Reprinted in Hard-Boiled: An Anthology of American Crime Stories, Bill Pronzini & Jack Adrian, editors. (Oxford University Press, hc/trade pb, 1995) “You Bet Your Life!” September 1942. “You Can Die Any Day” December 1942. [ML] “Too Many Have Died” April 1943. “Charity Begins at Homicide” October 1943. [ML] “Take It from Me” December 1943.
Stories in DETECTIVE TALES
“Reprieve from Death” July 1936. “Satan’s Doll Shop” August 1936. “Paroled to Murder” September 1936. “Murder Medicine” October 1936. “Come Home and Die!” November 1936. “A Gamble in Corpses” March 1937. “Death Stops the Show” April 1937. “Cubes of Blackmail” August 1937. “Trail of the Talented Butcher” September 1937. “Judge of the Damned” October 1937 “Underworld Judge – and Jury” November 1937. “Charge It to the Corpse” January 1938. “Murder Walks Tonight” April 1938. “Corpse on the Hearth” May 1938 “The Judge Looks at Death” June 1938. “For They Would Gladly Die!” September 1938. “My Client, the Corpse” October 1938. “Oasis of Dying Men” March 1939. “Death Asked for Golden Slippers” May 1939. “Murder Highway #1” July 1939. “Children of Murder” September 1939. “Back Road to Death” October 1939. “The Corpse Lottery” January 1940. “No Miracles in Murder” June 1940. “Fear House” September 1940. “The Tale of the Homeless Corpse” June 1942. “Doctor Flame’s Murder Blackout” September 1942.
Stories in DETECTIVE FICTION WEEKLY (**)
“Black Death” May 18 1935. “The Girl with the Webbed Hand” August 24, 1935. “Trip to Vienna” October 19, 1935. “One Man Died” January 18, 1936. “The Missing Legs” February 22, 1936. “Diamond Slippers” March 14, 1936. “Clues on Crutches” June 20, 1936. “Public Defender.” June 27, 1936. “Murder Harvest” September 12, 1936. “The Case of the Greedy Guardian” October 3, 1936. “Five to One Odds on Murder” February 6, 1937. “Top Hat Killer” June 26, 1937. “Beauty in the Morgue” July 31, 1937. “Indian Sign” September 18, 1937. “Mountain Man” October 2, 1937. “Devil Down the Chimney” December 11, 1937. “Cat’s Claw” January 8, 1938. “Murder Buried Deep” March 12, 1938. “Marriage is Murder” October 15, 1938. “Ideal for Murder” February 11, 1939. “The Lethal Logic” April 29, 1939. ● Reprinted in Dark Lessons: Crime and Detection on Campus, Marcia Muller & Bill Pronzini, editors. (Macmillan, hc, 1985) “A Vote for Murder” July 15, 1939. “Mud in Your Eye” October 14, 1939. “Never Say Die” November 11, 1939. “Cry Murder!” July 1944. [** Magazine had become FLYNN’S DETECTIVE FICTION by this date.]
Stories in ACE-HIGH DETECTIVE
“Upside-Down Man” August 1936.
Stories in DETECTIVE STORY MAGAZINE
“Hex on Horseback” January 1939. “Dance for the Dead” July 1940. “Crime at Hudson’s Hill” January 1942.
Stories in DOUBLE DETECTIVE
“String Him Up” February 1938. ● Not a short story but a 50,000 word novel which was later published in expanded form as Murder Picks the Jury (1947) . “Noose Around Your Neck” March 1938. “You Listen!” July 1938. [with Dwight V. Babcock] ● Reprinted in 101 Mystery Stories, Bill Pronzini, editor. (Avenel, hc, 1986) “Murder on the Mississippi” October 1938. “Death of a Medicine Man” February 1939. “Model for Murder” October 1939.
Stories in NEW DETECTIVE
“Till the Killer Comes” November 1951.
Stories in THE PHANTOM DETECTIVE
“The Rag-Tag Girl” May 1936.
Stories in POCKET DETECTIVE MAGAZINE
“Death’s Model” December 1936. “Bad Actor” February 1937. “Letters from Home” June 1937.
Stories in PUBLIC ENEMY
“Dancing Dimes” February 1936. “Hell’s Freight” April 1936.
Stories in STRANGE DETECTIVE MYSTERIES
“Idiot’s Coffin Keepsake” October 1937. “Beware Death’s Toiling Bell” November 1937.
Stories from ARGOSY
“Black Bandana” November 21, 1936. “Blue Bullets” March 13, 1937. “Mad Money” June 25, July 2, July 9, July 16, July 23 1938. [complete 5-part serial] “Jail Delivery” October 22, 1938. “Sand in the Snow” Apr 1, Apr 8, Apr 15, Apr 22, Apr 29 1939. [complete 5-part serial] “Holocaust House” Nov 16, Nov 23 1940. [two-part novelette featuring Doan and Carstairs] ● Reprinted in The Arbor House Treasury of Detective and Mystery Stories from the Great Pulps, Bill Pronzini, editor. Arbor House, hc, 1983. “Hang Him High” May 17, May 24, May 31, June 7, June 14, June 21 1941. [complete 6-part serial] “Murder – Do Not Disturb” February 2, 1942. “Tigers in the Sky” March 1943. “Rendezvous with the Russians” May 1943. “Wild Rubber Runs Red” September 1943.
Stories from THE AMERICAN MAGAZINE
“Swindle, Sweet And Simple” April 1949.
Stories from COLLIER’S MAGAZINE
“A Is for Annabelle” January 1, 1944. “Send Back Something” January 27, 1945. “Never Argue with a Civilian” May 5, 1945. “A Penny Saved Is Not Much” May 12, 1945. “The Beezlebub Blast” March 2, 1946. “Build Me a Bungalow Small” December 6, 1947.
Stories from THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
“Get Out and Get Under” January 1, 1944. “Not So Very United” August 26, 1944. “The Desperate Divorcee” September 30, 1944. “You Can Always Marry the Woman” April 13, 1946. “Just a Nice Quiet Title” June 8, 1946. “I’ll Tell My Mother” January 25, 1947. “Kelly Makes a Deal” May 17, 1947. [with W. T. Ballard] “What Will Marjory Say” October 25, 1947. “Defiant Lady” February 28, 1948. “A Beautiful Fraud” March 27, 1948. “Girl Hunt” July 10, 1948. “The Lady on the Highway” October 23, 1948. “The Captious Sex” January 8, 1949. [with Nancy Davis]
Stories from COMPLETE STORIES
“Marriage for Sale” April 1936.
Stories from DIME WESTERN
“A Gunsmoke Case for Major Cain” October 1940. NOTE: This was the basis for a Bill Elliott film called HANDS ACROSS THE ROCKIES (1941) – Davis’s only sale to Hollywood.
Stories from FRONTIER STORIES
“The Ghost of Murder Alley” December 1933 – January 1934. “Four Drops of Blood” February – March 1934
Stories from SHORT STORIES
“Japanese Sandman” October 25, 1942.
Stories from STAR WESTERN
“The Gunsmoke Banker Rides In” July 1942. “Dead Man’s Brand” November 1942.
Stories from THRILLING ADVENTURES
“Dead Man’s Chest” November 1936.
***
SOURCES:
John L. Apostolou, Norbert Davis: Profile of a Pulp Writer. Revised from its first appearance in The Armchair Detective, Vol. 15, No 1, 1982. Thanks also go to John for his assistance in pointing out several entries that were omitted in an early version of the bibliography.
ALSO RECOMMENDED: A chapter on Davis in E. Hoffman Price’s memoirs, Book of the Dead: Friends of Yesteryear: Fictioneers & Others (Arkham House, 2001) – specifically, Chapter XIV, Norbert W. Davis, pp. 237-244 – contains some interesting biographical and anecdotal material.
A week after Victor Paladin Stuttmeister turned twenty-one, his great uncle, John Rosamond Prescowitz died. The executor’s of John’s estate searched high and low for an heir, and alas found Victor. In the reading of the Will, Victor was instructed to talk to the head of Notre Dam Namur, that was just purchased by Stanford. Father Connors was very glad to see Victor, who was led down in the basement into a secret room that was built below the original portable house that Carl Janke brought around the Cape. Count Cipriani had bought one of the six houses after Victor Emanuel made him the Palatine of California. There were a variety of weapons on the walls of this room, along with photographs.
“This is your great grandfather, Victor Ralf Stuttmeister. He was a Paladin. He came to America from Berlin when he was a boy. Leonetti Cipriani took a liking to Victor, and took him on a tour of Italy when he was sixteen. It is alleged the Count initiated Victor in the order of the Paladin Knights, who Charlemagne ordained when he conquered Italy. They descend from Queen Rosamunda and the Welf lineage she and her husband sired . The Paladins made war on the Lombards for many generations. They were hired assassins’ for the Papacy that was loyal to Victor Manuel, the first King of Italy. Victor is a cousin of Victor Emanuel ‘Felix’ Stuttmeister who is buried in the family tomb in Berlin. He was, and you are, the Heir to the Kingdom of Italy.
Victor pulled out two dueling pistols In the trunk.
“Who are these men with my grandfather?”
“The man in the middle is a Sufi Magician steeped in Chinese martial arts. The dangerous looking man was the head of Sardinian Mafia in San Francisco. He was known as the Assassin of Corsica.. His grandson hunted down Nazi generals in Italy, and dispatched them. I am instructed not to tell you his name lest you become too curious. Somethings are best left unknown. What you need to know, is, there are two claimants to your thrown.”
Father Connors handed Victor a scroll with a seal.
“What is this?
This is the perpetual deed to the Presidential suite at the Palace Hotel given to your great uncle by William Ralston, the man who built San Francisco?
“And this?”
“This is the original deed to the Anacondan Mine, that William Sharon came to own after Ralstons apparent sudicded.I have my dobts1”
Tjree days after settling into the Raston Sutie, victoria got a call..
“Hello. My name is Victoria Rosemond Bond. I believe we are third cousins. I just took a DNA test and found you. Do you mind if I and my wife stop by for a visit?
“Sure. I just moved into my fancy digs, and would love to have my kin over!”
Hanging up, Victor contemplated the term “my wife” while he watched Niki Haley tear into LGBTQ folks, like other Republican candidates were.
Victor sighed, and picked up the card that was in the trunk in the hidden Ralston room. He was told he could get free clothing and suits from his kin Johnny Prescowitz, who owned Bullock & Sons. Best dress up for my cousin, even though she is a Lesbian. Is she bringing her wife?
The front desk wanted to warn their new tenant what was coming up the elevator, but felt very threatened. When Victor opened the door, a big Amazon woman dressed in Indian garb gently pushed him against the wall, and expertly frisked him, as if he was being fitted for a suit.
In the Roman imperial period, a palatinus was one of the closest retainers of the emperor, who lived in the imperial residence as part of the emperor’s household. The title survived into the medieval period, as comes palatinus. However, the modern spelling paladin is now reserved for the fictional characters of the chanson de geste, while the conventional English translation of comes palatinus is count palatine. After the fall of Rome, a new feudal type of title, also known simply as palatinus, started developing. The Frankish kings of the Merovingian dynasty (reigned 480–750) employed a high official, the comes palatinus, who at first assisted the king in his judicial duties and at a later date discharged many of these himself. Other counts palatine were employed on military and administrative work.[3]
Italy may have abolished its monarchy 75 years ago, but having no real power hasn’t stopped its royal family from feuding.
Direct descendants of Italy’s last king are divided over who should lead the family. For thousands of years, only men in the family could rule. All that changed when the current head of the royal House of Savoy, Vittorio Emanuele di Savoia, issued a decree on his granddaughter’s 16th birthday granting her the power to eventually lead the family.
“I think it’s a very important act, especially now in 2021 where women are standing so much for their rights,” she told ABC News in her first ever on-camera interview.
Vittoria’s father, Emanuele Filiberto, prince of Venice, said the move is a sign of the times.
Vittoria di Savoia, a rising star on Instagram, looks at her phone during a interview with ABC News, in Paris.ABC News
Surely enough, Vittoria’s rise in royal ranks comes as more and more royal women across Europe are taking over their countries’ thrones.
“I think the next generation of royalties in Europe will mainly be women because if you look at Spain, if you look at Sweden, if you look at Norway, if you look at Belgium, England, well, we have a fantastic example with the Queen,” he said.
But, of course, there are those who oppose the young princess.
Eureka! Mexico was going to sell California to Prussia for $6 million dollars. Carl Janke, brought six portable houses around the Cape in 1848 – before the Gold Rush! One of them was Ralston House. Was Belmont going to be the Capitol of New Prussia? I just found her when I google the King of Prussia who ruled in 1846. My angel has been leading me to her in my book ‘The Royal Janitor’. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prussia
The question I have been asking, is what kind of kingdom was John Fremont going to establish in the West, that Starr King talked him out of? Did Lincoln know about the Prussian offer? What about Chile? The Germans had a colony there that William Stuttmeister dwelt in before he came to California. Are we looking at a hidden Prussian Kingdom – blessed by Victoria – Princess Royal, whom the Osborne House was built!
The Empress and Emperor of Prussia are Harry Windsor’s close kindred. They took away Harry’s uniform today. Will he wear a crown and the Emperor of California? Will Harry and Meghan sit in the grandstand and watch their troops? Will the transformation of the Republican Party, start here?
My Stuttmeister ancestors came to New York and lived on Liberty Street where the Trade Towers once stood. I now suspect they were Ministers. They came to Chili, also. Thirteen year old Victor Rudolph Stuttmeister applied for a passport when he was thirteen years of age. He had a high forehead, an aquiline nose, a large mouth, a sharp chin, brown hair, and blue eyes. Rudolph had six children and was a New York City Physician. Phillip, Mary, and Lizzie are born in New York City. Bertha is the first child to be married in California. This family were pioneers in San Francisco, Belmont, and Lagunitas in Marine County where Beryl and Leonard Buck moved after living in Oakland for many years.
Jon Presco
6 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Rudolph 57 M W Physician 12,000 6,000 Germany X X 7 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Matilda 42 F W Keeping House New York X X 8 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Victor 24 M W New York X X 9 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Bertha 10 F W California X X 10 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Willie 8 M W California X X 11 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Alice 3 F W California X 12 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Mary 16 F W New York X 13 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Lizzie 14 F W New York X 14 1006 __21 Stuttmeister Phillip 18 M W New York
Name:Rudolph Stuttmeister Arrival Date:12 Jul 1843 Age:27Gender:M (Male)Port of Arrival: New York Port of Departure: Hamburg, Germany Place of Origin: Deutschland Ship: Stephani
Rudolph or Rudolf (French: Rodolphe, Italian, Portuguese and Spanish: Rodolfo) or Rodolphe is a male first name, and, less commonly, a surname. It is a Germanic name deriving from two stems: Rod or Hrōð, meaning “fame”, and olf meaning “wolf” (see also Hroðulf; cf. Adolf).
1888: From the Daily Alta, an article on the marriage of Dr. William O. Stuttmeister and Augusta D. Janke. Daily Alta California, Volume 42, Number 14175, 24 June 1888 STUTTMEISTER-JANKE. One of the most enjoyable weddings of the past week took place at Belmont, Wednesday morning last, the contracting parties being Miss Augusta Janke, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. August Janke of Belmont, and Dr. Wm. Stuttmeister of San Francisco. The house was handsomely decorated with a rich profusion of ferns and flowers, and at the appointed hour was filled with the relatives and intimate friends of the contracting parties. At 11 o’clock the wedding march was played and the bridal party entered the parlor. The bride was attended by Miss Alice Stuttmeister, a sister of the groom, and Miss Minnie Janke, a sister of the bride, as bridesmaids, and Dr. Muldownado and Wm. Janke, a cousin of the bride, were groomsmen. The Rev. A. L. Brewer of San Mateo performed the beautiful and impressive ceremony under an arch composed of flowers and greens very prettily arranged, after which the guests pressed forward and offered their congratulations. The bride was attired in a very pretty and becoming costume of the crushed strawberry shade, and wore a corsage bouquet of orange blossoms. She carried a handsome bouquet of white flowers. After the guests had paid their compliments the bride and groom led the way to the dining-room, where the wedding dinner was served and the health of the newly married pair was pledged. The feast over, the guests joined in the dance, and the hours sped right merrily, interspersed with music singing and recitations, until the bride and groom took their departure amid a shower of rice and good wishes. Many beautiful presents were received. Dr. and Mrs. Stuttmeister left Thursday morning for Santa Cruz and Monterey, where they will spend the honeymoon. On their return they will make their home in Belmont. 1911: Dr. Willian O. Stuttmeister was practicing dentistry in Redwood City, CA. (Reference: University of California, Directory of Graduates, 1864-1910, page 133). Records from Tombstones in Laurel Hill Cemetery, 1853-1927 – Janke – Stuttmeister Mina Maria Janke, daughter of William A, & Cornelia Janke, born February 2, 1869, died March 1902. William August Janke, native of Hamburg, Germany, born Dec. 25, 1642, died Nov. 22, 1902, son of Carl August & Dorette Catherine Janke. Frederick William R. Stuttmeister, native of Berlin, Germany, born 1612, died January 29, 1877. Mrs. Matilda Stuttmeister, wife of Frederick W.R. Stuttmeister, born 1829, died March 17, 1875, native of New York. Victor Rudolph Stuttmeister, son of Frederick W.R. & Matilda Stuttmeister, born May 29, 1846, died Jan. 19, 1893, native of New York.
Richard Boone in the episode “Genesis” (1962), before becoming the famed “knight without armor”, Paladin
Paladin prefers to settle the difficulties clients bring his way without violence, but this rarely happens. When forced, he excels in fisticuffs. Under his real name, which is never revealed, he was a dueling champion of some renown. Paladin is a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and a veteran of the American Civil War, in which he served as a Union cavalry officer.
His permanent place of residence is the Hotel Carlton in San Francisco, where he lives the life of a successful businessman and bon vivant, wearing elegant custom-made suits, consuming fine wine, playing the piano, and attending the opera and other cultural events. He is an expert chess player, poker player, and swordsman. He is skilled in Chinese martial arts, and is seen in several episodes receiving instruction and training with a Kung Fu master in San Francisco. He is highly educated, able to quote classic literature, philosophy, and case law, and speaks several languages. He is also president of the San Francisco Stock Exchange Club.[3]
When out working, Paladin changes into all-black Western-style clothing. His primary weapon is a custom-made, first-generation .45 caliber Colt Single Action Army Cavalry Model revolver[4] with an unusual rifled barrel, carried in a black leather holster (with a platinum chess knight symbol facing the rear), hanging from a black leather gunbelt. He also carries a lever-actionMarlin rifle (with a platinum chess knight symbol facing the rear seen in “The Hunt”) strapped to his saddle. In some episodes, he has a two-shot Remington derringer concealed under his belt; in other episodes, it is a single-shot Merrimack Arms “Southerner” derringer.
This calling card was the identifying graphic of the Have Gun – Will Travel series.
Paladin gives out a business card imprinted with “Have Gun Will Travel” and an engraving of a white knight chess piece, which evokes the proverbial white knight and the knight in shining armor. A closeup of this card is used as a title card between scenes in the program.
A Man Called Paladin, Frank C. Robertson’s novelization of the season-six premiere “Genesis”, gives Paladin’s real name as Clay Alexander.[5]
1. Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman (Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born September 13, 1829 in New York, NY, and died March 17, 1875 in San Francisco, CA. She married Frederick William R. Stuttmeister. He was born 1812 in Germany, and died January 29, 1877 in San Francisco, CA.
Children of Dorthia Oltman and Frederick Stuttmeister are:
2 i. Victor Rudolf6 Stuttmeister, born May 29, 1846 in New York; died January 19, 1893 in German hospital in San Francisco.
3 ii. Bertha Matilda Stuttmeister, born January 02, 1860 in Califonia; died May 07, 1931 in Merritt Hospital in Oakland, California. She married Wilham E. C. Beyer; born in Germany.
4 iii. William Oltman Stuttmeister, born 1862. He married Augusta Janke June 1888.
+ 5 iv. Alice L. Stuttmeister, born October 13, 1868 in San Francisco, CA; died February 13, 1953 in Roseville Community Hospital in Oakland, CA.
Generation No. 2
5. Alice L.6 Stuttmeister (Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 13, 1868 in San Francisco, CA, and died February 13, 1953 in Roseville Community Hospital in Oakland, CA. She married William Broderick October 02, 1897. He was born Abt. 1871 in Ohio.
Children of Alice Stuttmeister and William Broderick are:
+ 6 i. Frederick William7 Broderick.
+ 7 ii. Melba Charlotte Broderick.
Generation No. 3
6. Frederick William7 Broderick (Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) He married (1) ?? Babour Bef. 1932. He married (2) ?? Abt. 1932.
Children of Frederick Broderick and ?? Babour are:
8 i. Frederick8 Broderick.
9 ii. Beverly Broderick.
Children of Frederick Broderick and ?? are:
+ 10 i. Daryl8 Broderick, born January 21, 1933.
11 ii. William Gardiner Broderick.
7. Melba Charlotte7 Broderick (Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) She married (1) Victor Hugo Presco. He was born July 1885 in Hartford, CT. She married (2) Joseph Wilkin.
Child of Melba Broderick and Victor Presco is:
+ 12 i. Victor William8 Presco, born August 12, 1923; died November 1994.
Generation No. 4
10. Daryl8 Broderick (Frederick William7, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born January 21, 1933. She married Paul Bulkley.
Child of Daryl Broderick and Paul Bulkley is:
13 i. Kimberly9 Bulklley.
12. Victor William8 Presco (Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born August 12, 1923, and died November 1994. He married Rosemary Rosamond.
Children of Victor Presco and Rosemary Rosamond are:
+ 14 i. Mark9 Presco, born September 07, 1945.
+ 15 ii. Greg Presco, born October 08, 1946.
+ 16 iii. Christine Presco, born October 24, 1947; died March 26, 1994.
+ 17 iv. Vicki Presco, born May 14, 1952.
Generation No. 5
14. Mark9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born September 07, 1945.
Child of Mark Presco is:
18 i. Cean10 Presco, born 1969.
15. Greg9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 08, 1946.
Child of Greg Presco is:
19 i. Heather10 Hanson.
16. Christine9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 24, 1947, and died March 26, 1994. She married (1) Garth Benton. She married (2) Larry Sidle.
Child of Christine Presco and Garth Benton is:
20 i. Shannon10 Sidle, born 1968.
17. Vicki9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born May 14, 1952. She married James Dundon.
I watched three episodes of Yellowstone last night. What a terribly maudlin show, that you could tell was leading up to a Native American getting shot by a Angry White Man. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kevin is going hog wild about his property he owns in the land Roy Rosamond and his wife, Mary Magdalene – roamed – without a cent! Yet they, and their offspring, got what Costner can’t get with all his millions and choice real-estate – a real Western – a sense that you belong here. and are the Real McCoy. After spending fifty million dollars putting their choice property on the line – his wife left him. I think she knows to – want it all -is to lose it all, because you are declaring – you don’t have it!
It! What is – IT? Is IT – a story?
Not far away from the Costner Sea-ranch, I plucked Rena Easton from the edge of the sea, and on Santa Barbara beach, I discovered she is afraid of the ocean. I did a large painting of her. I asked her to send me a photograph of her profile, and she jumped into an old pay photo booth. According to Garth Benton, who is kin to the Western Artist, Thomas Hart Benton, my sister used a projector and images of models cut out of fashion magazines, to become one of the wealthiest artists of our time. Christine Rosamond Benton has Rena Christensen Easton to thank. They met once, in Venice California.
Neither Cristine nor Irene knew Dollie Rosamond was buried on the same grave as her mother, Ida Rosamond, born, Ida Rose On this day, I raise Dollie from the dead, along with Carl Janke and folk, buried in the same grave in Redwood City What if, Dollie survived the Yellow Fever, and become the most beautiful young woman anyone has ever seen? She is called….The Red Rose of Yellowstone! When John Muri came upon her he thought he was seeing things. He swore he saw the ghost of a Greek Goddess.
“She’s different than any human I ever met. I suspect she died of the fever -but then came back. She practically raised herself. She claimed a pack of wolves raised her up!.
One day a handsome young man came into Yellowstone on a horse. riding with him were San Francisco business men. Some of them were foreigners. They wanted to purchase land that Muir wanted included in Yellowstone park. John Janke was the son of Carl Janke who brought six portable houses around the Cape and erected them suth of San Francisco. William Ralston ‘The Man Who Built San Francisco’ bought one, then added to it to make a fine house in the city that would be called….Belmont! It was here that the Janke family built a German Wonderland. These businessmen represent Prussian Royalty who wanted to build their own Vonderland in the wilderness – before it was gone. No sooner did Mr. Janke open his mouth, and deliver The Rose a winning smile, Rena cut him off – at the pass!
“Your’re trespassing on our land. You have no business here. Turn around and go back!
Baron von Studtmeister translated this old phrase into German, then gave his beautful Trakhner horse a slight signal to it’s ribs, and this War Horse – advanced! Rena had been admiring it, and her pack was sniffing it from on the other side of the rocks – that they mounted, and they took in the humans and their pack horses. Ralph Stutdmeistter was impressed. His Teutonic ancestors worshipped the wolf. He was named after a wolf – and the Master of the Horse! . Taking in the startling clear blues eyes of Rena, he lost interest in the cattle, the buffalos, and the giant trees. He had to have her. so did John Janke. And thus began the Great Western Rivalry that would carve out a Hidden Empire, that has remained a secret, to this day.
Rena told me her three older sisters were models, and one was the mistress of Robert Vesco.
“How come you don’t want to be a model like your sisters?”
“I don’t like their lifestyle!”
Rena got married again to a man who owns a small cattle ranch in Montana. What does that tell you?
Ms. Easton, I tried to tell you, I tried to give you, the title Sleeping Beauty. I told you were responsible for Rosamond’s success, and the success of Sarah Moon – who copied my sister’s style. His fans thought I was Sarah – an Iranian man who disguised himself as a woman! His real identity was unknow for many years. Sounds like the problem you got in Montana – that more gnarly cowboyism will solve?
. On Monday I will be taking two floppy discs to my computer guy to get them on the right track so I can publish them. The Gideon Computer is unfinished, but Chameleon Art – is done! This prophetic short story was written in 1987, the years I got sober.
“This is the birth of Artificial Intelligence!”
I will be known as The Emperor of Artistic Artifical Intelligence. You will be known as…
The Artistic Muse of Artificial Intelligence!. You are…..The Empress of Yellowstone!
Kevin! Abandon that project. This is the story the Emperor Computer has written for you to produce! Human Beings want – and need a Love Story – and not a sad story about a billionaire grumblepuss landowner who can’t find happiness. How boring. Not – my problem! When folks read it, they will proclaim…..
“About time!”
I wake up each day vondering how I can render – Rena! At least I used to. Eureka!
John Janke wrote a poem to Rena, first in High German, then, English. Von Studmeister got wind of this poem, and had Joaquin Miller help him with his poem. All three men were members of The Bohemian Club. The greatest poetry contest known to humankind, was underway!
“Phoebe Hearst, wife of George Hearst and mother of William Randolph Hearst, had a great affection for the town of Anaconda. She offered to build a library for its citizens. They accepted the offer, knowing that a library would give the people a chance to better themselves.”
BORN OF TWO ROSES
A half hour ago I talked to Deborah Cryder at the Forestvale Cemetary. She is going to send me information on Ida Rose who died when she was 28 years of age of dropsy. Twenty days later, Ida’s daughter, Dollie Rosamond, diim short.es. She is less then one year old. Royal Rosamond lost his mother and baby sister in one fail swoop. He must have been traumatized. Then, his father gets remarried to a Mildred, who may not have wanted Frank around, and he is “bound” out to his uncle, James Taylor, who married Ida’s sister, Laura Rosamond. Frank will call William Scott Spaulding his father. Did William adopt Frank? If so, when? I believe there is a typo, in regards to the Reese name. John Wesley Rose buried here. Is this where Frank got his middle name? This would make three generations of the Rose Family buried in Montana.
Edward Haney Rose is the grandfather of Ida Rose, and father of John Wesley Rose.
To be born by a mother born Rosemary Rosamond, who named me John, not knowing her great grandfather was named John Rose, is a genealogical wonder. I will be recording my findings with the Rose Family Association.
My post and video on Sam Elliot was hasty. I read nothing about The Power of the Dog – till now! I have to consider whether this blog was an influence. The treatment of Rose’s alcoholism – is bull. It is uncanny that I have Victoria Rosemond Bond – who is inspired by Rena – fall in love with her female bodyguard. I did this to get under Putin’s skin because he is vehemently anti-gay as is Pat Roberston. This culture war I have had with Rena is on its way to The Oscars?
Rose’s alcoholism worsens after she starts seeing how much time her son spends with Phil.
In a secluded clearing, Phil masturbates with Bronco Henry’s scarf. Peter enters the clearing and finds a stash of magazines with Bronco Henry’s name on them depicting nude men. He observes Phil bathing in a pond with the handkerchief around his neck; Phil notices him and chases him off.
Sam Elliott railed against Jane Campion’s “The Power of the Dog” during his visit to Marc Maron’s “WTF” podcast (via Insider). Campion’s drama is nominated for 12 Oscars, more than any film this year. Benedict Cumberbatch stars as a sadistic rancher who makes life hell for his new sister-in-law and her son in 1925 Montana. Elliott called the film a “piece of shit” and seemed bothered by how the film deconstructs classic Western archetypes such as cowboys. Elliott compared Campion’s cowboys to Chippendale dancers who “wear bow ties and not much else.”
“That’s what all these fucking cowboys in that movie looked like,” Elliott said. “They’re running around in chaps and no shirts. There’s all these allusions of homosexuality throughout the movie.”
In 1925 Montana, wealthy ranch-owning brothers Phil and George Burbank meet widow and inn owner Rose Gordon during a cattle drive. The kind-hearted George is quickly taken with Rose, while the volatile Phil, much influenced by his late mentor Bronco Henry, mocks Rose’s son Peter for his lisp and effeminate manner.
Today I celebrate thirty years of sobriety. I was hoping my 24 carat gold plated coin would have arrived today. Last week I got information in the mail from Deborah Cryder that said Ida Rose, and her daughter, Dollie Rose, were buried in the same grave. When I saw the stick Deborah put in the ground, I saw a splicing, and the blooming of a True Montana Rose. I will gather my roses here.
Below is a photograph of me placing Christine Rosamond Benton’s AA coin in the tomb of my grandfathers I had found. I found Frank Wesley Rosamond’s burial place in Oklahoma, and put a marker there. Phoebe Hearst financial backed Out West magazine that published Dollie Rosamond’s brothers stories and poems. Today in the mail, I got a book for Dollie, who missed growing up, and becoming a mother. She is now the muse of Poets, and will live forever. Dollie means ‘The Gift of God’ as does John. Montana means ‘Mountain’. Little Miss Rosamond was published in 1906. Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was born in 1933. Liz and Dollie are found in the same Rosy Family Tree.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
Your Name
by Royal Rosamond
The tide was low today, my love A cadence of the sea was wrought In melancholy strain, and low and fraught With whisperings of your name above The deep sea song! A shell that lured along the shore Whispered; “I love you evermore!” I wrote your name upon the sands – Would that I traced with gentle hands – The minor chords were wont to spell Each syllable! The tide is high tonight, my dear. The rock-bound shore loves the wave But sends it dying to its grave. The low base notes vie with the fear The wind send on The all-encircling gloom Descended o’er old ocean’s tomb! Your name is gone tonight, my love: The angry surge rushed in above. It cries aloud, with sea gull’s shrill “I love you still!”
“Phoebe Hearst, wife of George Hearst and mother of William Randolph Hearst, had a great affection for the town of Anaconda. She offered to build a library for its citizens. They accepted the offer, knowing that a library would give the people a chance to better themselves.”
BORN OF TWO ROSES
A half hour ago I talked to Deborah Cryder at the Forestvale Cemetary. She is going to send me information on Ida Rose who died when she was 28 years of age of dropsy. Twenty days later, Ida’s daughter, Dollie Rosamond, dies. She is less then one year old. Royal Rosamond lost his mother and baby sister in one fail swoop. He must have been traumatized. Then, his father gets remarried to a Mildred, who may not have wanted Frank around, and he is “bound” out to his uncle, James Taylor, who married Ida’s sister, Laura Rosamond. Frank will call William Scott Spaulding his father. Did William adopt Frank? If so, when? I believe there is a typo, in regards to the Reese name. John Wesley Rose buried here. Is this where Frank got his middle name? This would make three generations of the Rose Family buried in Montana.
Edward Haney Rose is the grandfather of Ida Rose, and father of John Wesley Rose.
To be born by a mother born Rosemary Rosamond, who named me John, not knowing her great grandfather was named John Rose, is a genealogical wonder. I will be recording my findings with the Rose Family Association.
On June 2, 2023, John Presco and Royal Rosamond Press entered the realm of Artificial Intelligence, and rendered works of art, that will be published as Royal Rosamond Art. I generated images from a photograph of Rena Easton who wanted to be place in my Muse Hall of Fame. The art piece of Rena getting a cat out of a tree, is superb. I have pondered many times about putting an object in her hand. A lantern was one choice. That a computer can ponder over this puzzle, and come up with a solution, with no prompt from me, convinces me that AI is real – and creative! What was done with the images of the Rosamond Daughters, reminds me of Fanny Corey, who encouraged Royal Rosamond to write. The name Rosamond is connected to Grimm, and Walt Disney. I am their realm.
Ten years ago I set out to do a painting of Fair Rosamond because I liked nothing that I had seen, so far. I started a painting from the photograph Rena Christensen had given me, but never completed it. Today, I have finished rendering that truly inspires me! Below are my creations as I learned my computer craft.
I suspect George Wharton James took the photos of the Rosamond family, and may have taken photos of Eutrophia, Mary’s tragic sister. These sisters were very poor. James had become the publisher of Out West magazine. He was a collector of baskets like the ones we see Bonnie and June with. The four Rosamond sisters seem ill at ease. James was an eccentric. That is him carrying a cross.
We are talking about a family of models. Christine became her image model. Rena’s image graced a poster for Oktoberfest at the University of Nebraska. Did she do more modeling? Her parents had four daughters – who modeled. I am now seeking a publisher, and would like tosee more photos of Rena for my book.
If Rena had become my wife, then we would be an updated version of Royal and Mary Rosamond. This would be the merger of a modeling family. Think of how many beautiful daughters we could have brought into the world. What a great responsibility that would have been. We are not talking about clay statues.
I think Royal took the shots of Eutrophia while James set up his shoot. Note white backdrop. Eutrophia was murdered by her husband. I believe his family nearly starved to death on their farm in the Ojai Valley. Did Eutrophia’s photos appear in Out West magazine?
Jon Presco
George Wharton James (27 September 1858[1] – 1923) was a prolific popular lecturer, photographer and journalist, writing more than 40 books and many articles and pamphlets on California and the American Southwest.
James was born in Lincolnshire, England. He was ordained as a Methodist minister and came to the United States in 1881, serving in parishes in Nevada and southern California. However, in 1889 he was sued for divorce, accused by his wife with committing numerous acts of adultery. He subsequently underwent an ecclesiastical trial, charged with real estate fraud, using faked credentials, and sexual misconduct. He was defrocked, although he was later reinstated. He had a long-running feud with Charles Fletcher Lummis, another writer with similar regional interests.[2]
James’ books included the well received[3] The Wonders of the Colorado Desert (1906), Through Ramona’s Country (1909), In and Out of the Old Missions of California (1905), and The Lake of the Sky (1915). Characteristics of his writing included romanticism, an enthusiasm for natural environments, idealization of aboriginal lifeways, and health faddism. He was associate editor of The Craftsman 1904-05, editor of Out West[4] 1912-14, and lectured at the Panama-Pacific and Panama-California expositions 1915-16.[5]
The California State Library and the University of California, Berkeley have collections of James’ books and pamphlets. A collection of his photographs is on file at the University of New Mexico. The Southwest Museum in Los Angeles also has some of his papers and photographs.
Bibliography[edit] The Wonders of the Colorado Desert. Boston: Little, Brown, and Company. 1906. ISBN 978-1-103-73361-3. OCLC 3313620. LCC F868.S15 J2 (with illustrations by Carl Eytel[6]) Indian basketry. Henry Malkan. 1909. ISBN 0-486-21712-4. Indian blankets and their makers. A.C. McClurg and Co. 1914. ISBN 0-486-22996-3. The Old Franciscan Missions of California (Illustrated Edition). The echo library. 2009. ISBN 978-1-4068-2950-1. The Lake of the Sky. The echo library. 2009. ISBN 978-1-4068-2952-5. The Grand Canyon of Arizona: How to See It. The echo library. 2009. ISBN 978-1-4068-5328-5. In and Out of the Old Missions of California. 2003. Quit Your Worrying!. The echo library. 2009. ISBN 978-1-4068-5330-8. Indian Basketry, and How to Make Indian and Other Baskets. BiblioBazaar. 2011. ISBN 978-1-178-58712-8. New Mexico, the land of the delight makers. The Page Company. 1929. The Legend of Tauquitch and Algoot. Forgotten Books. 2008.
This extremely rare photo of the first west coast Black Mask get-together on January 11, 1936 captures possibly the only meeting of several of these authors.
Pictured in the back row, from left to right, are Raymond J. Moffatt, Raymond Chandler, Herbert Stinson, Dwight Babcock, Eric Taylor and Dashiell Hammett. In the front row, again from left to right, are Arthur Barnes (?), John K. Butler, W. T. Ballard, Horace McCoy and Norbert Davis.
Rosemary told me her father, Royal Rosamond, used to sail to the Channel Islands and camp with his friend, Dashiell Hammett who is seen standing on the right in the photo above.
Aunt Lillian told me she would fall asleep listening to Royal and Erle Stanley Gardner on the typewriter in the living room. Royal was Gardner’s teacher and a member of the Black Mask. I believe I can almost recoginize Black Mask authors under the tree on Santa Cruz Island sitting under a tree with my grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, who does not look very happy as she embraces a black dog. Who is that woman? Is she a writer? She looks a bit crazed, as does the guy holding a gun. Is Mary hearing some far-out and weird ideas around the campfire?
When I was fifteen Rosemary showed me about six magazines wherein her father’s stories appeared. There were several mysteries. I am going to send the camping photo to some experts. That looks like Raymond Chandler in front of the tent. Is he the guy packing heat?
Hammett wrote the Maltese Falcon that begins with a story about the Knight Templars. Was this a tale passed around the campfire on Santa Cruz Island?
Fanny Corey could have worked for Walt Disney. Were they aware on one another? Fanny and her brother encouraged my grandfather to become a writer. Fanny’s magical illustrations were known all over the world. Her books came out about 1920. The Hobbit was published in 1937. The Chronicles of Nania were published around 1954. I will be putting Fanny in the Liz Taylor Society I am forming.
Where did Sydney Morris, a partner of Robert Brevoort Buck, get the idea we could not handle our own history, and thus he brought in outsiders to be our substitutes. Morris allowed Stacey Pierrot to be the New Rosamond, and Tom Snyder to be the sober, me. These imposters are not historians, custodians, psychiatrists, or artists. They defiantly are not writers and publishers.
There were other success stories besides that of Christine Rosamond Presco. Our uncle, Jim Bigalow owned Sam’s Anchor Café located in Tiburon in Marin County. Oscar Presco owned Oscar Presco & Sons located in San Rafael, in Marin County. William Stuttmester was a successful dentist who purchased two properties in San Geronimo, located in Marin County.
Vincent Rice owned a construction supplies company in Los Angeles. Victor Presco ran his loan business out of his home Lafayette. Jim was a good friend of Walter and Margaret Keane, and…
This post is tailormade for the City Government of Belmont, who is not censoring my posts this time – so far! I was on my way to a BIG PAYDAY – with gobs of fame with my James Bond novel – when I beheld Pussy Riot being beaten, whipped, and their hair pulled, by Putin’s Goon God Squad. My heterosexual book – was toast! I did the right thing! Play the first video with full sound, and the second video with the sound down, to know……who the real savages of the world are.
A week ago I was going to blog on a reunion at the Palace Hotel with fundraiser for ‘The Royal Janitor’. There would be a train trip to Belmont where a Celebrity Labyrinth would be made in Twin Pines Park. I would invite my Star, Lara Roozemond, and, my Muse, Rena Easton, whose grandmother was so grateful I rescued her, a Beautiful Damsel in Distress. I am so grateful to the World Wide Web for making my dream come true. I have not let my women down.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
On the way to the University of Oregon, Starfish ran into her pad looking for more info on Professor John von Bond.
“Here’s a stalking report on him. Some chic is trashing his blog. She says it’s real creepy. Let’s have a looksee!”
“Does he say he’s related to me?’
“No, but he claims he is a Comet King, heir to the teaching of Meher Baba!”
“Who’s that? Never mind. We’re here”
Victoria parked haphazardly and put her DIPLOMAT shield in the window. Starfish never went to college. This was her first time on a campus. She took in all the beautiful students. The young women took notice of her, and turned their heads after she passed them. Their was an amazing aura about her. Waves of goosebumps went up and down her half naked body. There was fine mist of perspiration that caught the last light, and were like tiny rainbows. She was electrically charged due to her amazing dancing. However, she was not happy when the beautiful young men did not even look at her. Their heads were down, their eyes locked on their phone screens. At six-two, Starfish wondered if they were intimidated.
Finally, she grabbed one, on his way up river to spawn.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice your features. Victoria raised her eyebrows when she gently took hold of his chin.
“Very symmetric. I can see your father’s profile. And, you have your mothers high cheekbones. Did you know you are half your mother,and half your father, but, it is through your father…..you find God. Did you know that?…….I’m going to kiss you now!”
Victoria made a move to prevent this kiss, but, was repelled by a powerful energy field that she put around – them. Tilting his head back, Victoria delivered a soft and sensuous kiss, that froze them in time. His cellphone fell to the walkway, but, did not break. There was a beautiful sigh, that sounded like the opening of Morning Glories.
“You can go, now!” And Starfish watched him swim away. Turning, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Victoria was blushing. Their eyes were locked. She got it. Victoria dreamed of being kissed like that. Star approached, took her hand, and they walked the next hundred yards like this, they a rarity, as holding hands on campus went out of style twenty years ago.
“I was conceived a hundred yards from here. I feel it in my bones! I was made – with much love!”
After the Professors one hour lecture, and after taking him to a Cosmic Dinner at the Bum’s Rush Herbal Salad Bar, Victoria was ready to take in an American baseball Game, and get some R&R. Her mind was turning into silly-putty. She needed to get grounded by doing something totally inane. She could not use her mind one minute more, and, had found following American baseball to be totally relaxing. She ate up pitching and batting statistics like they were vallum and Prozac. She knew where this data had come from, and, where it was going. She compared it to knitting.
Miriam seemed spent after her dance-a-thon. John had put her in her place and came close to 86ing her from his lecture after she challenged him about his credentials. She had her I-pod tuned to her favorite music and was ready to hang for a couple of hours while her partner got her jollies. But, this was not meant to be.
Finding the baseball park nearly empty, they took seats right behind the catcher. The Eugene Emeralds were having a terrible season, and were in the cellar. Starfish’s head was bouncing around like she was in the rear window of a automobile. Then, HE came to the mound, and, she froze. He froze too, in the middle of his wind-up. These were warm-up pitches, or, that would have been a balk. There was her beautiful head, hovering above the umpire. Wow! What a…..Enchantress? Dalton shuddered. No woman had looked at him that way. Does she know me?
Victoria was coming back to her seat with her arms full of popcorn hotdogs, banners, soda-pop, and cracker jacks. She noticed the dead silence, and found the source. Their deep gaze was locked onto one another. If you poured cold water om them, they would not flinch.
“Here! Take some of this!”
Miriam did not hear. When she spotted the program under Victoria’s arm, she yanked at it with a growl!
“What the….?”
“I must know his name! She let out a whimper when she read “Dalton Geekie. Oh my God. What a perfect name. It means Town in the valley – with ‘crag’. “Dalton” she whispered, and then charged into her Music Ap for just the right song – their song!
“It’s here! Thank you Jesus!” Looking up, Starfish crossed herself.
“Play Ball!” the umpire shouted, and when Dalton gave the sign of the cross across his powerful chest, Miriam’s heart went pitter-patter – KERTHUNK!
Victoria had her Em’s cap on backwards, and thought she looked pretty cute. She wanted just a little limelight. It would help if someone noticed her and gave her some flirtation. What she was not ready for, was a Christian Warm-up Mating Ritual – with a raging Psychic Empathic meltdown! Miriam’s words came back to haunt her
“I am forbidden to go to Eugene! But, who gives a shit!”
There should have been some questions asked here. But, now it was too late. Starfish had locked her Victim up in an intuitive mind-probe. As the sad Cellos played ‘As I Walk Alone Down the Road’, the movie of her parents first meeting, began to roll. The blanks were being filled in as the first tears welled in Starfishes eyes.
Her father was a Russian who had a scholarship in track. He was winning every hurdle race he was put in. Warming up, he spotted her, in the bleachers. They had to have one another. When the starter pistol went off, they were under the bleachers, mashing their lips together, ripping away at their sports clothes. When they came at the same time, there was loud cheering. One sperm made it to the finished line, and, Miriam was created.
Almost thrown off the team, Ivan made a pledge to the track coach that he would stay away from that Jezebel. She was banned from the stadium, but, Ivan caught a glimpse of Sarah now and then looking thru the bars of the gate. Their love, was banished! This is how Miriam was going to play it for the next three hours, to Victoria’s utter disgust. The mesh of the backstop did not filter out any of their pathos and lust. It was a profound barrier that multiplied their love – ten fold. This, was a Forbidden Love – the best kind!
“Fuck!” Victoria whispered aloud, knowing she could not be heard above a gallery of unhappy cellos. Or, is she listening to morose Gregorian chants, again?
“My new best friend in a Russian Drama Queen!”
The coach thought about taking Dalton out of the game, but, when Miriam began to sob and wail, the crowd got into it. Victoria buried her head in the stats sheet.
“Fuck!”
The trademark of an empath is feeling and absorbing other people’s emotions and/or physical symptoms because of their high sensitivities. These people filter the world through their intuition and have a difficult time intellectualizing their feelings. As a psychiatrist and empath myself, I know the challenges of being a highly sensitive person. When overwhelmed with the impact of stressful emotions, empaths may experience panic attacks, depression, chronic fatigue, food, sex, and drug binges, or exhibit many other physical symptoms that defy traditional diagnosis.
When Miriam beheld the people climbing the stairs to the Jordon Schnitzer Museum, she let go of Victoria’s hand, skipped across the grass, and bounded up the steps – four at a time! Her entrance was like Nureyev flying across the stage. She was an escapee from Botticelli’s Primavera. People gasped! They thought she was part of a show. She was the star ballerina and the Constantine Christian Nudist Camp where she was homeschooled. This was her first encounter with an institution of higher learning.
Espying a group of people before a painting down the hall, she was upon them in seven giant steps. Her long arms reached in, and pushed them aside. There was some complaints. But, when they turned to see a goddess with roses in her hair, and with eyes the color of the sea, they parted as she zeroed in.
Everyone’s mouths were now open, like hers was open. They were seeing this painting for the first time through Myriam’s eyes. She came closer. Her long neck was craned, as she made a figure eight with her head. Now she turned sideways, and starting in the lower left corner she moved her eye across the image, slowly, till she reached the up left corner. Bending down again, she moved even closer, and ran her right eye along the work. People were astonished with her. It was a magnificent ballet. Her long arms moved her hands just above the surface as if she was taking the painting in through some kind of osmosis.
“Oh my God! There is a Möbius circle in here – and PI! How did he do this? First he is the self, then he is the audience. He goes into a total intuitive state, does a loop over, then dips down into the subconscious. Now he is walking on the dark side of the moon. There is no hope for his return. His work is surrendered to a higher power who ingnites a spark of divine inspiration! Alas, he bursts forth in The finishing!………It is Finns!
Myriam turns to face her audience. Her blue-green eyes fill with a look of astonishment.
“He is……Co-Creator!”
Around twelve people – burst out in applause!
“How wonderful!”
“I never realized this before!”
“What beauty!”
“She is – so right!”
Like a panther, she left this work and stalked off looking for another. The people moved in a fill the void. They soaked up the energy Myriam left behind. Their eyes had been opened.
Victoria watched her amazing friend, her head was above the rest, as she gazed around from the top of the mountain she had just climbed.
“Come Starfish. We are late!”
Moving into a large room, they got their first look at Mr. von Bond. There was a long leather seat with six people sitting before their Master. Myraim crept up on the seat, pushed two people aside, then sat smack dab in the middle, up front, not but fifteen feet of the old wizard that reminded Myriam of the Russian Saint Nicholas. John was going to give her something valuable – for free! She dared not move lest she be disqualified, deprived of this blessing.
John, was completely unnerved. He had to blink several times, because it was like looking at a photograph, a still life, a breathing portrait, that did not move an inch! This beautiful creature had roses in her hair. She was so completely, so utterly, receptive. And, she was more than wide awake. There was an awaking going on inside her. John von Bond, felt like a work of art. He was, her masterpiece. She, had found him.
Last night I came upon an article about the love letters written between Ian Fleming and his wife, and was reminded of the fiery relationship I and Rena Easton nee’ Christensen, had. I lamented that we had not continued our LETTER EXCHANGE so that there would be such history available to me, the only living human being authoring a James Bond book – because I am related to Ian Flaming, and his tragic son, who was name after his uncle, who is the son of the artist Augustus John, who allowed Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor’s uncle, Howard Young, to sell his artwork in America. Around 9:00 A.M. on April 16th. 2021, I discovered that Fleming and his family were friendly with the Fermor family, who married into the Hesketh family, who married into the Sharon family of Belmont. This gives me the credentials – I deserve! I am a REAL AGENT FOR FREEDOM!
A week ago I was going to blog on a reunion at the Palace Hotel with fundraiser for ‘The Royal Janitor’. There would be a train trip to Belmont where a Celebrity Labyrinth would be made in Twin Pines Park. I would invite my Star, Lara Roozemond, and, my Muse, Rena Easton, whose grandmother was so grateful I rescued her, a Beautiful Damsel in Distress. I am so grateful to the World Wide Web for making my dream come true. I have not let my women down.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Ann Fleming, née Charteris, was born into the aristocracy and married wealthy men. Her first husband was Shane O’Neill, the 3rd Baron O’Neill. After his death in military action in 1944, she married the newspaper magnate Esmond Harmsworth, the 2nd Viscount Rothermere.
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Occasionally he even uses internal rhyme and alliteration: “A Lady gets a Lift,” “Target for Teresa,” “A Break for a Bum,” “Give the Devil his Due,” and “Latin in Art” (from The Adventures of Max Latin). Davis’s dialogues ooze sarcasm. Pathos, sentimentality or naivety‚ of any kind are averse to his hardened protagonists. The best example of this is his private detective Doan. In one scene in The Mouse in the Mountain the bandit Garcia lies dead on the ground after an exchange of shots. A Mexican officer examines him:
§115 points in a similar direction: “A picture held us captive.” Wittgenstein devoted his repeated attention to the influence of our cultural surroundings on the way we view things. Davis too, refers to such influences again and again, in a particularly sarcastic manner at the beginning of chapter 3 of Sally’s in the Alley:
Both Wittgenstein’s private and philosophical notes contain phrases that could have come from a crime story:
Fanny Corey could have worked for Walt Disney. Were they aware on one another? Fanny and her brother encouraged my grandfather to become a writer. Fanny’s magical illustrations were known all over the world. Her books came out about 1920. The Hobbit was published in 1937. The Chronicles of Nania were published around 1954. I will be putting Fanny in the Liz Taylor Society I am forming.
Where did Sydney Morris, a partner of Robert Brevoort Buck, get the idea we could not handle our own history, and thus he brought in outsiders to be our substitutes. Morris allowed Stacey Pierrot to be the New Rosamond, and Tom Snyder to be the sober, me. These imposters are not historians, custodians, psychiatrists, or artists. They defiantly are not writers and publishers.
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