Marilyn was my first girlfriend, and perhaps the love of my life. We were sixteen and seventeen when we met. She looked like one of Renoir’s models, as if she stepped out of a painting rendered in nineteenth century France. She wore black tights with her turquoise dress. She was any artists dream. She was pure Bohemian, and very radical. On our first date she took me into the Hollywood Hills to meet her good friend, Les McCann, who married a European he met in Montreux France. Marilyn’s brother-in-law, Ron Jeffers, played drums in Les’s famous jazz band.

Marilyn knew Bryan Maclean in school, and sometimes stayed the night in my sister’s room. The top photo is her graduation picture. The second photo was taken at my wedding reception at my brother’s house, and the third photo was taken at Christine’s house in Woodland Hills at the peak of her success.

Marilyn endured the drama of the struggling artist she had fallen in love with, and will testify who was the only artist in the family when we were together for two years. She plays a profound role in the history of the Radical 60s, that I am not permitted to divulge due to ongoing investigations.

Marilyn says our first contact happened when she deliberately sat next to me in the school auditorium and offered me a life-saver.

“No thanks!” I said. I do not recall looking at her. I had just turned sixteen, and Marilyn was six months younger, and fifteen.

Marilyn is twenty three in the photo above that I believe was taken in 1972. She was doing some modeling for Steven Silverstein who would go on to be a famous High Fashion photographer in New York and Paris. Marilyn designed and made the clothing she is wearing, she having studied fashion design in Los Angeles. She is sitting on a rock at Leo Carillo Beach.

When I saw this photo I thought it looked like a Rosamond. I did a painting from this image, but, I was not happy with the results. The gold scarf and sunlight was hard to capture. Marilyn began modeling when she was eleven and had to use boosom padding in a Sea & Ski add. She looks about sixteen. She modeled for a teen-wear catalogue in Westwood when she was thirteen.

Marilyn met all the Rosamond sisters, including my grandmother, Mary, whom she resembled. She and Christine used to sew clothes together. Christine bought one of her `Train’ dresses that were inspired by women in the lounge cars during the
30s and 40s.

At fifteen Marilyn went to the beach with my family. She was a stunning blonde with long curly hair. She was a knock out in her bikini and stole the show. My aunt Lillian was jealous. Lillian caught the attention of Errol Flynn and a tennis tournament, and went to his home with my mother. They were eighteen and seventeen. Mary chased Errol and his friend out of the house with a broom, in
her long white nightgown when he came courting at sunrise. They had been up all night drinking when it was suggested they go pay the Rosamond sisters a visit.

“There are young ladies in this house. How dare you!” says Mary as she took a swipe at the infamous Swashbuckler with her broom.”

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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