My Christ-Complex With Corbin Clan







In 1986 I began my cartoon book ‘My Christ-Complex’. This book was inspired by my visit with my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, a long time friend of the Kesey family who she made rich with her grandma’s recipe for yogurt.

Nancy was there when I graduated from Serenity Lane in 1987. Pages from this prophetic book were hung on the wall. I say “prophetic” because I foresaw the coming of the Corporate Right-wing Jesus who is born in Mendocino during a raid on his father’s pot crop. Joseph looks like I do today. His son will surpass Donald Trump after he convinces Joe to give up his burl business and get into the futon business.

Joe is visited by his three friends who went to Harvard with him. They are leftist attorneys. I had yet to meet Ed Corbin and his friends, Mark Gall, and Tom Tom. These three friends went to Harvard. Tom married a Schlumberger who are world-class art collectors and oil drilling folks. Ed’s wife married a man kin to the Rockefeller.

I met Ed in 1997. Ed was busted for growing pot on his homestead. He built his own house. His mother is kin to a founder of the Plymouth Brethren from whom the evangelicals arose. Ed and his wife bought some land in Oregon and lived like Oregon Hillbillies. Ed majored in art and literature, and his three sons, Cosmos, Freeman, and Eden, are artists. Too bad they are not a reality show. These shows are about backwoods hillbillies, moonshiners, and good ol boys. My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, wrote five books about his beloved Ozark folks. His granddaughter became a famous artist and friend of the Getty family who own a massive art collection, as did our kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor.

America is an admixture of oil tycoons, hillbillies, eccentric artists, and crazy evangelicals who took over the Republican Party founded by my kinfolk, who were Trailblazers. America is the home of the Christ-Complex, the poor persecuted slob who will strike it rich, become King of America – and the world.

Jon Presco

Despite stereotypes, TV viewers flock to see the antics of rural folks

By Roger Catlin — Washington Post

Hoo doggie, how ’bout them Southern tee-vee stereotypes?

The cable reality show landscape is crawlin’ with them these days, with epithets like “hillbilly” and “redneck” prominently displayed right in the titles.

In dozens of shows – ranging from “Hillbilly Handfishing” and “Swamp People” to “Bayou Billionaires,“ “Rocket City Rednecks” and “American Hoggers” – sons (and daughters) of the South make moonshine, chase wild hogs, stuff dead pets, carve duck calls, wrestle alligators, catch catfish with their bare hands, mess around in swamps and generally hoot and holler.

While these shows often play it for laughs by highlighting the antics of their rural stars, TV executives say the shows also appeal to viewers who want to see regular folks on television.

“We haven’t received any negative response at all,” says Marjorie Kaplan, president and general manager of Animal Planet, home to the popular “Hillbilly Handfishing.”

“These shows are not painting people in a derogatory way, because they’re affectionate. I think some people see themselves in the show, but for others it’s reflective of an iconic way of life.”

The shows are popular because of “the desire to connect back to something that’s a little more raw and a little bit more real,” Kaplan says.

“And hillbillies are the epitome of that – no artifice, living in the moment, the real deal.”

Dolores Gavin, senior vice president of development and production for Discovery Channel, who produced such hits as “Moonshiners,” “Ax Men” and “Sons of Guns” for the network, says they come out of the “voracious appetite” of elusive male audiences who crave “people who are salt of the earth, and work with their hands, and say what they mean and mean what they say.”

Still, Ted Ownby, director of the Center for the Study of Southern Culture at the University of Mississippi in Oxford, says “people of the South get frustrated at the narrow range of representations.”

Ownby says it’s easier for TV producers to “build on preexisting stereotypes, so they don’t need to build characters. There’s the assumption there’s something about the character of these people that are already in a lot of viewers’ minds already.”

But TV executives insist the stars of the shows are authentic, such as the toothless Turtleman of backwoods Kentucky, Ernie Brown Jr., who is enlisted to ferret out possums and raccoons from rafters and storage sheds on Animal Planet’s “The Call of the Wildman.”

Like the folks featured in “Swamp People,” “American Hoggers” or “Billy the Exterminator,” Turtleman is depicted as a problem-solver who is much closer to nature than the cosseted viewers in air-conditioned homes, whose closest brush with wildlife comes in navigating highway traffic.

Of course, producers don’t hesitate to add twangy music and edit the shows to emphasize the broad physical humor found in grabbing an armadillo by the tail, as the Turtleman will do, and then capping his achievement with a rebel yell.

Rubes and city slickers

On CMT’s “My Big Redneck Vacation,” which is set in the Hamptons, it is Tom Arnold who pops up in scenes to make a wisecrack about the obvious rubes.

But it is often the city folk who are made to look foolish – for example, the lady in the store who doesn’t know that “camo” is short for camouflage.

The idea of simple Southern folks suddenly in the realm of the rich, as in “My Big Redneck Vacation,” is also the underlying premise of “Bayou Billionaires” and the more recent A&E offering, “Duck Dynasty,” featuring a family that looks like ZZ Top and has made millions in a mail-order duck-call business.

The use of “redneck” in a show title, thought to be offensive, is also applied to a group of technicians and inventors in Somerville, Ala., on National Geographic Channel’s “Rocket City Rednecks,” whose first-season episode titles included “Hillbilly Moon Buggy,” “Hillbilly Hovercraft” and “Hillbilly Armageddon.”

Who’s called a ‘hillbilly’?

While the term once referred to backwoods denizens, hillbilly is now used to describe almost anyone with a Southern accent, from Alabama to Oklahoma, where “Hillbilly Handfishing” originates. In it, people – usually city dwellers – enlist Skipper Bivins and Trent Jackson to teach them the technique of catching catfish by wading into a muddy lake and sticking a hand down the fish’s gullet.

Produced by the Bethesda production company Half Yard, and running on Silver Spring’s Animal Planet, it’s been so popular that it spawned a copycat (copycatfish?) show, “Mud Cats,” on the History Channel, which also brought the extremely popular six-hour “Hatfields & McCoys” miniseries recently.

“Hillbilly Handfishing,” whose new season starts July 29, has so many high-profile proponents, from Kristin Chenoweth to Joel McHale, that a celebrity edition is in the works.

According to Ownby, the fascination with – and parodying of – the American South can be traced to the Southwestern Humor movement of 1830 to 1860, by such writers as Augustus Baldwin Longstreet, Johnson Jones Hooper and even Mark Twain.

“It was an era of journalists from the Northeast and Europe going into what they consider the backwoods and writing about physical habits, speech patterns or food habits, making everything larger than life,” Ownby says.

The tall tales of Mike Fink and Davy Crockett would fit right in with “Tales of the Wildman” and “American Hoggers.”

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The Plymouth Brethren, John Darby & Francis Cavenagh
Jon Presco <braskewitz>
2007-10-28 22:05:39 GMT

The Plymouth Brethren, John Darby & Francis Cavenagh

(Images: Left Behind game.)

Three years ago I found the genealogy of Edward Corbin, the son of
Dr. Randal B. Corbin the head of the Mayo clinic. It was lying in a
decrepit box I had pulled from his storage room I was helping my
friend organize. Ed’s mother had sent it to him after his father
died. Ed’s mother’s maiden name was Wallace, she a descendant of this
famous and rebellious Scotsman.

As I glanced at it the name Plymouth Brethren caught my eye.
Engrossed I was reading about the Cavenagh family who were original
members of the Plymouth Brethren. This information was compiled by
Francis Cavenagh. I asked Ed if he knew what he had here? Being an
atheist he paid no attention to my excitement as I explained how
important this document was in regards to the founding of the
evangelical religion – and establishing a evangelical hegemony!
I told him Tim Lahaye was looking for all lost material on Plymouth
Brethren, and thus this might be a very valuable religious document –
especially when you know the evangelical took control of the
Congress, Senate, and White House. This is equivalent to a lost
Vatican document, a genealogy pf the founders of the Catholic church.
I told Ed;

“The Davinci Code is fiction, this is the real thing!”

I then tried to explain to him because his ex-wife was a Cohen, then
Ed’s three sons – who are Jewish – are candidates to serve in the
third temple the evangelicals say the Jews must rebuild so the
Rapture and End Times can take place. This is the teaching of John
Darby who was a Plymouth Brethren, and a good friend of John G.

When I got home I googled Cavanagh and Darby, and found a letter John
Darby addressed “My dear F Cavenagh,” I called up my good friend of
many years and told him about this letter Darby wrote that could make
his genealogy very valuable. Ed knew the nature of the book I was
authoring, that I claimed was “The real Davinci Code”. I asked him if
I could used this genealogy in my novel, and he said yes. Three days
later when I went to his house he said he could not find the
genealogy. I insisted he make a good search of his home – fearing he
might have thrown it out. When I returned several days later he told
me he may have given it one of his kids, or his ex-wife, Catrine. –
who as fate would have re-married a man who comes from a lineage of
Plymouth Brethren.

Today, October 27, 2007, I came upon my blog that discussed this
genealogy that was posted, and re-googled F. Cavenagh, and found gold
when this incredible information was revealed. Francis Cavenagh and
her husband were very close to J.B. Bellet and his niece who complied
the letters of her uncle, who tells of an incident he had just before
his death. Apparently Bellet had a vision of Satan with Francis
Cavenagh in the room;

“‘Soon after Francis Cavenagh and I were left alone for the night, a
mist seemed to come round me like the mist of hell, and one was sent
to me. I thought I had known him before, he was clothed in white. He
denied the truth of Scripture. I took the Word in my hand, and bolted
one passage after another at him, but still he held his ground. “The
moral glories of Scripture a lie!” I said; “they are as true as
heaven and earth.” The temptation still continued; and I felt weak.
But I cried to the Lord for help; and gradually I rose out of the
mist into a calm atmosphere; and I was with my Evangelists again. But
it was dreadful while it lasted, That is a plain, unvarnished tale.’

I now began to wonder if Ed’s wife had been told about the Cavanagh
genealogy, and she bid her ex-husband to no share it with me. Ed knew
I hated Paul of Tarsus and accused him of spreading a false teaching.
Today I discovered the Plymouth Brethren were inventing a new angle
on Paul in yet another attempt to explain who the original Jewish-
Christian church lost their God and cosmology to Paul and the pagans.
This invention is title Pauline Dispensation.

John Darby ran with this idea that reinstates the Jewish importance
in God’s plans for the converted Gentiles, where God (somehow)
scourge and cleanses North Africa of Arabs. Then, the Jews return in
the reversal of “Replacement Theology”.

Ed Corbin is an atheist supreme, as are his three sons, Cosmos,
Freeman, and Eden. But their DNA can be traced to the Cohens, the
Levite Priesthood o Aaron who must perform temple rituals so that
Jesus will come back to earth and raise the temple into heaven, it
full to the brim of evangelicals, and not a Jew onboard. The Jewish
Anti-defamation League is protesting a computer game Eternal Forces”
that sprouted from the false theology of the Plymouth Brethren. Ed’s
sons are expert video game players and have designed a game. They may
design another.

I have long wondered if God has not instructed me to dismantle the
false evangelical religion. Was it fate that I became a good friend
of Ed Corbin and his kids nine years ago here in Eugene Oregon? What
are the odds?

Here are exerts from to the Bellet papers.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2007

(To Mr. Cavenagh). Oh, Francis, tell sinners, tell them boldly while
you convict them deeply, of the folly of not believing Him.

“Oct. 7. When I went into his room this morning, after he had held me
in his arms for a few moments, he said, ‘Wondrous has been the thrust
of Satan at me this night, and blessed the victory given, but it is
as sure as you are my Letty.’ I asked what he referred to; but he
said he could not tell me then.

“Soon after breakfast he called us to read; and he spoke a little
about the verses 19 to 23 of St. Luke 7. He said that ‘John was weak
in one point;’ he expected his prison doors to be opened as the eyes
and ears of others were opened. He failed, as ‘every other steward
has done, except the One in whom every promise is yea and amen.’ He
then offered a short prayer, in which he mentioned the reality of the
enemy’s fiery darts, and deliverance from them. Immediately after, he
called my uncle and me to either side of the sofa-bed, and gave us
the following account of what he had experienced: –

“‘Soon after Francis Cavenagh and I were left alone for the night, a
mist seemed to come round me like the mist of hell, and one was sent
to me. I thought I had known him before, he was clothed in white. He
denied the truth of Scripture. I took the Word in my hand, and bolted
one passage after another at him, but still he held his ground. “The
moral glories of Scripture a lie!” I said; “they are as true as
heaven and earth.” The temptation still continued; and I felt weak.
But I cried to the Lord for help; and gradually I rose out of the
mist into a calm atmosphere; and I was with my Evangelists again. But
it was dreadful while it lasted, That is a plain, unvarnished tale.’

“My dear father told us afterwards that he would not but have gone
through this exercise. No shadow seemed to remain upon his heart, and
he said it had been a fresh link between his Lord and him.

“We asked Mr. Cavenagh if he perceived anything of it while he
watched through the night; and he told us he had been conscious that
my father was passing through some new exercise of heart, for he
heard him repeating to himself, ‘What time I am afraid, I will trust
in Thee,’ and other verses of the same character. He heard him also
say, ‘The unassailable Scripture, a tower of beauty and strength.’ He
thought it continued for some time; but my father did not seem to him
much agitated, and lay quietly for some time after it had passed
before he went to sleep.

“Oct. 7. Evening. He asked for the servants to come up, as he wanted
to pay what would shortly be due to them himself. As he gave each
little parcel of money, he said that they had been ‘faithful,’ and
asked if he had been ‘kind.’ While Uncle G. sat beside him, he spoke
of a fall he once had from a pony in early days, and reminded him of
a battle he had once fought for him at school, saying that ‘he was a
cowardly fellow.’

“My uncle was obliged to leave us again for two days. On Oct. 8th Mr.
Cavenagh watched him through the night with tender care, and my dear
father warmly expressed his affection for him.”

Sept. 11th. I brought Jane Dixon up to see him. He spoke to her of
his joy in the thought of being with the Lord. Mr. Cavenagh came in
the evening, and sat silently beside him for some time, while he now
and then expressed his joy in the thought of going to the Lord. At
length Mr. G. said, ‘We don’t like to give you up.’ He fervently
replied, ‘I am sure of it.’ Mr. C. then said something about ‘the
glory and brightness’ that were before him, and referring to this, he
said, ‘It’s Himself that’s before me, Francis. He fills the whole
vision of my soul.’ He clasped his hands together, and said, with
tears, ‘I embrace Thee, Lord Jesus,’ and after a pause, ‘Were I to
live, it would be still my joy and my business to be in the midst of
you with the Word of God in my hand.’ He then named two or three whom
he wished to see.”

Every evening, Mr. Cavenagh came, with unfailing kindness, and
remained to sit up for the night if my uncle were away or needed
rest, and one morning my dear father said, “Francis talks of the
possibility of my returning to the Brethren. How can he talk so? So
to have looked at my Lord, and then to be withdrawn from seeing Him!”
At another time, “I don’t know how it is, but the scene seems
shifting.” Feeling a little better, he was much affected at the
thought of being brought back to life, and said that he so shrank
from suffering, and clung to the thought of gently and
painlessly “slipping away.”

p137 My dear F Cavenagh, – I have not much to say in replying to your
letter, not from want of interest in your course, but that if you are
clear as to going, it is but one thing, to have Christ always before
you to work for Him and from Him. It is all important for us to get
to the end of ourselves, not that we do not learn more daily; but
there is a knowledge of self which makes us distrust self, and it is
a detected and distrusted enemy, so that there is lowliness in our
walk and it deepens its character a great deal. All our work feels
the effect of our state, and a heart full of Christ and the
seriousness of dealing with souls for eternity, which we feel when
full of Him and speaking from Him, gives weight and unction to it. It
is being emptied of self which enables us through grace, with
watching and praying, to do this. But carrying about the dying of the
Lord Jesus is the condition of this. The energy of Moses which killed
the Egyptian did not stand before Pharaoh, though it shewed the
energy which God would use when He had broken the will in connection
with it. The energy is just the suited vessel, but we have to learn
in the breaking of it, that the excellency of the power is of God.
That is, no doubt, gradually learned, but there is a breaking down of
self which lays the basis of it. Christ all, is the great secret of
power, but when received comes the death of self which leaves the
soul free to serve more individually.

A colony tends to let loose, but Christ is sufficient for every place
and every circumstance. I do not doubt there is a field out there,
and a growing one, but it requires keeping close to Him not to be led
off into the self-will that characterises the colonies in general,
Australia, I believe, in particular. We shall follow you with our
prayers, and be glad to hear of you and those among whom you labour.
There is, I believe, plenty of work to do. The Lord be with you and
keep you and guard you on your voyage too. I trust that God will give
you to be large of heart, but firm in the narrow path in which it
behoves the saints to walk in these last days.
Yours affectionately in the Lord.

Vevey, September 19th, 1871.
This “taking care” was the beginning of that service of love rendered
by Mr. Cavenagh during the months that followed, especially during
the time of greatest weakness, which called forth my own deep
gratitude, and can never be forgotten. He had known my father for
many years, and had been, amongst others, early united with him in
the meetings of the Brethren. Through all the questions and
discussions at the time of the “Division,” and afterwards, he and my
father were almost entirely of one mind; and this friendship remained

After moving to Houston, the de Menils quickly became key figures in the city’s developing cultural life as advocates of modern art and architecture. In 1949 they commissioned the architect Philip Johnson to design their home in the River Oaks neighborhood in Houston. One of the first International style residences in Texas, it generated controversy not only by standing out amongst the mansions of River Oaks but also by pairing Johnson’s clean, modernist lines with a bold color palette and eclectic interior design by Charles James.[8] The de Menils filled their home with art and hosted many of the leading artists, scientists, civil rights activists, and intellectuals of the day.
Spurred in part by the lack of a real arts community in Houston,[9] in the 1950s and 1960s the de Menils promoted modern art through exhibitions held at the Contemporary Arts Association (later the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston), such as Max Ernst’s first solo exhibition in the United States, and the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, to which they gave important gifts of art.[10] They were instrumental in the Contemporary Arts Association’s decision to hire Jermayne MacAgy as its director, who curated several groundbreaking exhibitions, including “The Sphere of Mondrian” and “Totems Not Taboo: An Exhibition of Primitive Art.”[11] In 1954 they founded the Menil Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to the “support and advancement of religious, charitable, literary, scientific and educational purposes.”[12]

In addition to becoming known as collectors and patrons of art, John and Dominique de Menil were vocal champions of human rights worldwide. Their actions in Houston focused on civil rights in particular. In 1960 they launched the ambitious scholarly research project “The Image of the Black in Western Art,” directed by art historian Ladislas Bugner. An ongoing project that seeks to catalogue and study the depiction of individuals of African descent in Western art, it is now under the aegis of Harvard University.[14]
Their most controversial action on behalf of civil rights was their offer of Barnett Newman’s Broken Obelisk as a partial gift to the city of Houston in 1969, on the condition that it be dedicated to the recently assassinated Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.[15] The city refused the gift, sparking a controversial debate[16] that ended only when the de Menils purchased the sculpture themselves and placed it in front of the newly completed Rothko Chapel.[17

Dominique de Menil (March 23, 1908 – December 31, 1997) was a French-American art collector, philanthropist, founder of the Menil Collection and an heiress to the Schlumberger Limited oil-equipment fortune.[1] She was awarded the National Medal of Arts in 1986.[2]

1 Early life
2 Collecting Art
3 Art Patron
4 Civil and Human Rights
5 Plans for a Museum
6 See also
7 References
8 External links
Early life [edit]
Dominique de Menil was born Dominique Isaline Zelia Henriette Clarisse Schlumberger, the daughter of Conrad and Louise Delpech Schlumberger. She studied physics and mathematics at the Sorbonne and developed an interest in filmmaking, which took her to Berlin to serve as script assistant on the Josef von Sternberg production of The Blue Angel.[1] She also published articles on film technology in the French journal La revue du cinéma.[3]
In 1930 she met the banker Jean de Menil (who later anglicized his name to John), and they were married the next year. Raised a Protestant, Dominique converted to Roman Catholicism in 1932. The de Menils’ Catholic faith, especially their interest in Father Yves Marie Joseph Congar’s teachings on ecumenism, would become crucial to the development of their collecting ethos in the coming decades.[1] They had five children: Marie-Christophe (who was married to Robert Thurman and the grandmother of artist Dash Snow), Adelaide (a photographer who is married to anthropologist Edmund Snow Carpenter), Georges (an economist), Francois (a filmmaker and architect), and Philippa (co-founder of the Dia Art Foundation).[4]

John de Menil was born Jean Marie Joseph Menu de Menil in Paris, France. He was the son of Baron Georges Auguste and Marie- Madeleine Rougier Menu de Menil.[2] He was born into a Catholic military family with a title bestowed by Napoleon.[4] In the 1920s, he earned a degree in political science from Sciences Po (Institut d’Etudes Politiques de Paris) and a degree in law from the Faculté de droit de l’Université de Paris.[2]

Mar. 30, 1909
Los Angeles
Los Angeles County
California, USA
Jan. 7, 2009
Olmsted County
Minnesota, USA

Portia died Wednesday, January 7, 2009, following a brief illness, at Charter House, her home for the past 24 years.

She was born March 30, 1909, in Los Angeles, and spent her childhood years in Sierra Madre, California. After graduating from Pasadena High School in 1927, she earned degrees in childhood education from Occidental College in 1929 and the Froebel League School in Childhood Education in New York City in 1930. In 1931 she earned a degree in primary education from Broad Oaks School, Whittier College. In 1931, after teaching kindergarten in Phoenix, Ariz., she and her sister, Lucile, founded a nursery school, the “House at Pooh Corner,” in Palo Alto, Calif.

On Jan. 2, 1932, she married Kendall Brooks Corbin in Carmel, Calif. The couple moved to Rochester in 1946, where her husband entered clinical practice as a consultant in neurology at Mayo Clinic.

During the next nine years, Mrs. Corbin was affiliated with Aldrich Memorial Nursery School in Rochester, first as a board member and later as vice president and president. A second major activity was her long-term involvement with the Rochester Art Center, on whose board she served for nine years, and was its president in 1969 and 1970.

She was survived by two sons, Kendall Wallace (Susanne) Corbin of Eagan, Minn., and Edwin Malcolm Corbin of Eugene, Ore.; five grandsons, Kendall Bruce Corbin and Ian Andrew Corbin (and their mother, Jane Hammond Corbin) of Minneapolis, and Cosmos, Freeman and Eden (and their mother, Kathryn Corbin Parker) of Eugene; three great-grandchildren, Marcus, Sylvia Fay and Griffin Corbin; and a niece, Joan Popenoe. She was preceded in death by her husband on July 22, 1999; her parents, Emilie Susan (Cavenagh) Wallace and Robert Bruce Wallace; two sisters, Winifred (Barton) and Helen Lucile (Popenoe); a niece, Sydney Barton (Robinson); and a nephew, Frank Popenoe.

Family links:
Kendall Brooks Corbin (1907 – 1999)*

Dr Kendall Brooks Corbin
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Dec. 31, 1907
Oak Park
Cook County
Illinois, USA
Jul. 22, 1999
Olmsted County
Minnesota, USA

Dr. Kendall Corbin was a physician at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN

Family links:
William Sherman Corbin (1865 – 1935)
Emma Anna Heacock Corbin (1880 – 1916)

Eryl Portia Wallace Corbin (1909 – 2009)

ID: I9170
Name: Emilie Susan Cavenagh
Given Name: Emilie Susan
Surname: Cavenagh
Sex: F
Birth: 7 Jul 1871 in Ireland
Death: 19 Apr 1952 in Pasadena, Los Angeles Co. CA
_UID: 26BA5CD870F44DE1AA5AB136E8A4D9736998
Change Date: 17 Feb 2010 at 18:35

birth/death date CA Death Index

Ancestry Hints for Emilie Susan Cavenagh

4 possible matches found on

Marriage 1Robert Bruce Wallace b: 30 Aug 1870 in Windham Township, Norfolk Co. Ont Can
Married: 13 Feb 1896 in Toronto, York Co. Ont Can
Change Date: 17 Feb 2010

Name: Robert Bruce Wallace
Given Name: Robert Bruce
Surname: Wallace
Sex: M
Birth: 30 Aug 1870 in Windham Township, Norfolk Co. Ont Can
Death: Aft 1920 in Pasadena, Los Angeles Co. CA
_UID: 62550DC5BF444C2FB1AD96B445995D432D78
Change Date: 17 Feb 2010 at 18:34

1881 CAN ON>Norfolk North>Windham David B. Wallace 34 ON, Sarah C. 37 ON, Ethelda M. 11 ON, Robert B. 10 ON, Mabel R. 4 ON, Maggie 2 ON, Grace 1 ON, John A. ON, Robert Jones 30 ON labor, Charlotte Tate 38 ON

Marion Grace Wallace, Date of Birth: 7 Jul 1899, Gender: Female, Birth County: York, Father’s name: R Bruce Wallace, Mother’s name: Emelie S Cavenagh

d. 7/30/1899 of meningitis Toronto CAN

1910 CA>Los Angeles>Los Angeles Assembly District 71 Robert B. Wallace 39 CAN [imigrated 1901] oil business auditor, Emilie S. 37 IRE, Winnifred [Leonara] 9 CA, [Helen] Lucile 7 CA, [Ervol] Portia 5 mos CA, Elizabeth Stogdill 15 CAN nurse

1920 CA>Los Angeles>Pasadena Robert B. Wallace 49 CAN oil company accountant, Emelie S. 48 IRE, Winnifred 18 CA, Lucile 17 CA, Portia 10 CA

1930 CA>Los Angeles>Pasadena Emelie Wallace 59 IRE widow, Portia 21 CA

marriage information listed Robert Bruce Wallace as a merchant

Robert was deceased before his father David died 3/6/1930.

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  1. Reblogged this on rosamondpress and commented:

    In 1986 I began a comic book where a hippie child becomes like Donald Trump.

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