When I showed the first letter I got from my daughter to my good friend, Ed Corbin, he told me my daughter did not write this letter. Ed has authored a book about Eisenhower, had been an editor at Doubleday, and was a graduate from Harvard. I was dismayed to hear his astute opinion.
“What makes you think so?” I asked.
“A sixteen year old could not have written this. There is evidence of a second party. You daughter only contributed her signature.”
The second party is Heather’s mother who is keeping one good eye on the prize which is to get our daughter in Tom Snyder’s biography. Patrice is authoring she and Heather’s qualifications, and gets Rosamond’s seal of approval – from beyond the grave.
I warned Judge Richard M. Silver and executor, Sydney Morris, that this kind of evil shit was going on, and would hurt members of my family! I was ignored, but for Morris scrutinizing my letters looking for a threat to do him bodily harm, according to Vicki. My daughter had not come into my life, yet.
“Without the help of Christine we might have never found each other. If it wasn’t for her beautiful artwork there might never had been a connection. For most of my life I connected you with her art. Her painting Simone has been with me my whole life. It fascinated me even before I knew the artist of the painting was my real father’s sister. My mom would tell me that if I ever wanted to find my dad that it wouldn’t be hard to find Christine Rosamond. I can’t tell why I didn’t try to find you earlier. I guess it just wasn’t the right time.”
If Christine was alive, she would have spotted these parasite trying to attach themselves to her fame. Patrice understood this. But, learing Christine was dead, the time to strike – was ripe! Send in the angels! Patrice is really into angels.
“There must be a higher power working here for US ALL to be on the same mind track. With you having that dream about me and my mom all of a sudden feeling the urge to find you. This can’t be anything by the work of angels!”
Simone is the painting that inpired the imposter Sara Moon to do his Rosemary look-a-likes. That Patrice named her daughter after a flower and Mary, is eerie, because Heather and Rosemary share the same birthday. Rosemary is dead when this letter was sent to me – from hell!
Above is Christine’s Will that gives Garth Benton a dollar so he would not claim he was left out – and go for it all!
Above is the Trustee papers Heather signed, then refused to be my Trustee unless I sign a notarized promise not to discuss my ill feelngs towards these Con-Artists who wanted in Snyder’s slanderous biogrpahy – real bad!
Here is Patrice trying to get me to accept Tom Snyder’s offer and contribute to his biogrpahy. To employ any sixteen year old child in such incidious deception – is child abuse! Patrice is of the Church of Victor, and so is her daughter. Bill Cornwell was born on Victor’s birthday. They want to be the New Mommy and Daddy of our combined families. I have disowned Heather Hansons. She is out of my Will.
Go to hell!
Below is an account of Randolph Delpiano being arrested again for impersonating Bob Wier. His name is on my daughter’s birth cirtificate, even though Patrice knew I was the father.
When I went to Bullhead City in the first attempt to make peace, we picked Lillian up from the airport. We had not seen each other in over thrity years. She was shocked at how much I looked like Victor, who was dead.
“See! I told you Vic was lying when he said Greg was not his son.” Exclaimed Vicki who did nothing when she heard our father repeat this lie over and over again.
When I found my daughter again, and learned she had bonded with Vicki behind my back, my sister accused me of stirring up the shit again. I would never have learned Heather was pregnant, and I was going to be a grandfather, if I had stopped asking good questions, curled up in a little ball – and died! Then Christine Rosamond would no longer have a Guardian Angel looking over her – before she died – and after! If I was at Rocky Point, Christine would have never ended up in the water!
In 1987 Marilyn encouraged me to go get a Rose Reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute. I went there as a sceptic. The first thing this young woman said to me was;
“You own your own creation. You died!”
This is to say, I saw my parents concieve me – as I died. Before I died at the edge of the sea, I saw an angel hovering over me. The Star of the Sea? Did Rena rescue a felllow angel so he could rescue The Rose of the World?
Christine’s ex-boyfriend, Bryan Maclean, was invited to Roman Polanski’s house the night Manson’s monsters showed up, but, did not go. An angel was looking over him. Polanski made the movie ‘Rosemary’s Baby’.
I¡¯ve been thinking about the apparent conflict in regard to the
biography. Perhaps there is information I don¡¯t have but it seems to
me that a biography written by the brother would be a very different
book from a very different perspective than one written by an
outsider and so there would be room for the creation of both of
I know when I am really interested in someone or something, I like to get my hands on as
many resources as possible to get information from a variety of points of
view. So I don¡¯t see that it needs to be an either/or situation.
But, as I said, perhaps there is something I don¡¯t know that you do. We
can talk about it more. Tom Snyder seems like a really nice guy also. It seems he is supportive
of you and he definitely played an important part in connecting you
with Heather and that is important and not to be ignored.
I¡¯m excited too. Maybe not as excited as you and Heather, but pretty
excited. I do look forward to seeing you again. I¡¯m happy this is
out in the open now. It kind of lifts a weight off me that I wasn¡¯t
really aware of but can notice now how much better it feels that you
know about your daughter.
Love and blessings! Patrice
E-mail from Heather Hanson:
I will agree to that if you agree to the following.
a. You will sign a notarized letter stating you will not defame me or anyone I am close to on the Internet or any other form of media. This includes me, Bill, Linda, Flip, my mom, Matt and Katie and Tyler (Internet defamation is illegal and I will not tolerate it)
b. You will remove anything you have published in which you have negated me and others in my life.
c. You apologize for all the horrible things you have said.
d. You get help for what ever condition you have that causes you to be so paranoid, irrational, and abusive.
I trusted you to be in my life. Let you know everything about me and those I am close to and some how, when you get angry, you find a way to twist information and make everyone out to be sick, evil, and abusive. That is not my reality and never has been.
In August of this year, Delpiano again began impersonating Bob Weir.
One of the individuals he bilked, Ken Whitaker, admittedly not a
Deadhead, recalled the experience: “He seemed to know everything
about the Grateful Dead. He told stories for hours and he played the
harmonica extremely well. We didn’t know then that the real Bob Weir
doesn’t play harmonica. He said he was being hounded by the press
over the death of their keyboard player Brent Mydland.” Oakland
police spokesman Sgt. Stanley Bicker was very familiar with
Delpiano’s scam. “Side by side, they don’t look alike, but in their
photos and from a distance, they do,” he said of Weir and Delpiano,
adding, “The really committed Grateful Dead fan knows that Mr.
Delpiano is not Bob Weir.” For the two weeks he stayed in Walnut
Creek, Delpiano made such a splash with the locals that they bought
him dinners and provided sexual favors, and he obliged them by
signing autographs. His scam ended when a friend of Whitaker’s, a
Deadhead, exposed Delpiano as an imposter. Delpiano was ultimately
arrested for failing to report to his parole officer and was
remanded to the state prison to serve out the rest of his five-year
There was also another one:
A second Bob Weir impersonator was recently nabbed in Oakland.
This “version” of Weir had his act down so well that he’d been
receiving free dinners at Trader Vic’s, the popular Bay Area
restaurant. As if that was not enough, a 20-year old San Francisco
man was jailed and arrested for residential burglary after police
discovered he’d spent the night of January 3 in Weir’s Mill Valley
home while Bob was in Hawaii for a well-deserved rest following the
New Year’s shows. It had all started innocently enough the night
before when the police, on a routine check, found a car in Bob’s
driveway with a set of keys in the ignition. The police took the
keys to prevent a possible car theft, leaving a note saying the keys
could be picked up at the police station, unaware that the
perpetrator was hiding out in the house. The next morning the police
received a call saying that a man at Weir’s house wanted the keys
back; when Weir confirmed that the man had been harassing him by
phone and that he was not a personal friend, he was arrested,
allegedly for taking a calendar from Bob’s recording studio.
Several years before he started impersonating Bobby, he was a leech
in the Dead scene. He had a huge tape collection and would get
people to give him boxes full of blank tapes, pretending he was
going to fill them with rare gems. I knew people who got scammed
this way. That’s why we took keen notice of reports that he had
moved on to a whole new level of scamming. Amazing that he kept
impersonating Bobby even after being busted for it!
Sent: March 13, 2001 3:48:17 AM GMT
I was noticing that for so long I have thought of Heather as just
mine. Although, I also realize that ultimately she does not belong
me and is
her own person. I have been her only parent ever since she came into
being. Now, connecting with you has begun the opening of another
whole part of herself
that was just aching to be born. Seeing this open up with the
of that part of her that is her father is really very extraordinary.
It¡¯s almost as
if I am seeing her as a different person or that another aspect that
has been dark and unknown is lightening and opening so she can be
more in her
fullness. Does this make sense?
Anyway, I realize that she is not just mine. She chose to come in
through both of us and your family and all the richness it carries
with it is part of her also. Until now, it has not been fully
available to her, it has been a mystery and unknown to her. Now she
can truly blossom and the time is right. She really needs the energy
of a father. So for one who hasn¡¯t experienced himself as a father
before this must be
pretty amazing as it is for Heather who hasn¡¯t experienced herself
the daughter of a father before. I¡¯m so glad we found you!
Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:
I have not been going to alot of AA meeting because I have much trouble telling my brother’s and sister’s in AA about what my daughter and her family of drunks do to me, to make their fucked-up lives work for them. They knew my daughter was not Randy’s early on. Heather’s drunken aunt and uncles have no children, and never will. They told a innocent child they were her surrogate parents, behind her real mother’s back, because Patrice did not have a drinking problem. When they found me, and found out I had fourteen years of sobriety, they panicked! They poisoned my sixteen year daughter’s mind against me. But the real damage was done when Patrice authored this letter, to make sure she and Heather get in Snyder’s Anti-Program book.