When I came across aunt Lillian’s letter, I forgave her, and wanted her to be an immortal when it comes to my revelations about the Holy Grail. Here alas is an accurate and historic account of the family artists. Lillian says she wrote a note to Bill Arnold’s mother after his death, and got a reply. Bill was a brilliant artist, poet, and playwrite who died just after I turned eighteen. We were best friends since we were twelve. Christine admired our creative bond. We lived and died for our art.
On her death-bed, Vicki told me that Lillian regretted what she said about her sister, Rosemary, that was published in Tom Snyder’s fake biography. I will not repeat it. I begged Lillian not to contribute to the lies of the ghost writer Stacey Pierrot had waiting in the wings. Here are beautiful words from a beautiful woman, who as a child loved her father dearly. After I found Royal Rosamond’s plot, Lillian bought a headstone for his un-marked grave.
The ghost writer would claim Royal authored ‘The Squaw Man’ that Cecil B. De Mille made his movie from. That was Edwin Milton Royles. Then there is the ninety year old school teacher from the other author Pierrot employed to tell more lies so she could make a movie from them. Julie Lynch does not know the name of this teacher.
“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.”
Christine was in love with Bill who came to live with us when he was sixteen. His father had thrown him out of the house. If Bill was alive, he would tell the world Christine was not an artist, and had no interest in being an artist. Bill was extremely supportive of my art and poetry. We owned one of those rare friendships formed between two creative souls – that is worthy of a book!
Mark and Vicki Presco got to read the drafts that Lynch and Snyder authored before they were published. They gave their seal of approval, even to the revelation from Garth Benton that Christine used photos of fashion models clipped from magazines. How did this help Rosamond’s career;
“Christine worked almost exclusively from photographs and
figures she cut from magazines like Vanity Fair and Vogue and
Glamour,” Garth recalls. “That’s why the women in her middle period
were so exquisite – the inspiration for them came from elegant
magazines that set the standard.”
I made a list of those who had nothing to say about Rosamond and her art that includes most members of my family. Yet, they got in line for these “exquisite” images that artists had captured with their cameras. Only Lillian gives me credit for Christine’s success. Her son was not impressed with Christine, and grabbed my art work every chance he got. I get no credit in any of the books and screenplays Vicki and Mark, blessed.
“April 26, 94
Thank you for the letter and the poem. I almost remembered it.
Did you know I have some pen and ink drawings of your’s on the wall. Rand stole them from me and they hung for many years in his home, and he finally relinquished them.
Creative people shouldn’t have to be (and usually arent) bothered with details such as punctuation and spelling.
I remember Bill’s death very well. I wrote a note to his mother and received a reply. I told her that you and Christine (especially) her said;
“Oh aunt Lillian, you just have to meet Bill.”
She said it many times. Until your letter, I didn’t know it was suicide.
By all means “share with me” dear Greg.
Why didn’t Rand and his mother secretly collect Christine’s early sketches? Christine would stay with Lillian for a week or two. Lillian was into the arts, and encouraged me to draw. They were confidants. My aunt wants to be my confidant. The only family artist that is oppressed – is me!
The lost art of Rosamond – didn’t exist! Not then! Not now! Vicki and Mark knew that. The Liars have all but destroyed this Creative Family Legacy that I will immortalize. Lillian will be rewarded – forever! So will her father. This is what Lillian wanted. Who would dream she would be a part of a Grail Romance?
Lillian dated Errol Flynn when she was seventeen.