Mommy and Daddy Dearest

In 1981 I drove up from Los Angeles and stopped by the Rosamond Gallery. I sat down on a sofa and noticed these pamphlets. I picked one up and read one. I left the gallery with shaky legs. When I got to Oakland I called up Christine. I told her how shocked I was to read about how she was forced to draw and paint in a closet with a flashlight when she was four because Rosemary only wanted me to become a famous artist…

“And after I discovered your secret, she came a whipped you with a clothes hanger.”

“Oh, that. That was written to sell my art. I wouldn’t take it so seriously. It was aimed at Rosemary, not you.”

The truth is, one of the gallery people plagerized this bio from the book and movie ‘Mommy Dearest’

When I was sixteen, my beautiful girlfriend Marilyn got angry at Rosemary. She went into the house to confront her hold she had on me. I warned her not to do this. In minutes I am rushing to save this brave fifteen year old. Rosemary is dragging her around the kitchen by her hair, while slapping Marilyn’s face. Marilyn is crying, trying to protect her face from more blows as this demon screeches;

“No one tells me how to raise my own son!”

I put a body block on – my mother – and got Marilyn’s hair out of her claws. Two years later, I hear Christine screaming in horrible pain. I rush in the house and find them in my bedroom. Rosemary has two fistful of my beloved sister’s hair in her hand that she has ripped from her head. I growl, and come at the monster. It sees that I am very angry, and she raises her fists to strike me. I see the closet is open behind her. I give her a shove and she goes flying into the closet. I slam the door, and brace myself against it. I scream;

“If you come out of there – I will kill you!”

The next day I quit my job, withdrew my money from the bank, and put out my thumb. In seven days I was in New York, but not before I had to fight off a black man who tried to rape me.

Just before I knew I has sired a daughter, there was all kind of secret talks going on about how best to handle me, and get Heather the Stardom she deserves. Before I lay eyes on my sixteen year old child, most members of my covert criminal family got to meet her. They drew her into the family secrets and lie in order to make her one with them.

Then Stacey Pierrot’s hired ghost writer took his best shot at getting my daughter in his book. He seduced a MINOR CHILD and her stage mother. Snyder empowered my daughter over me. So did Linda Conmstock and her drunken husband who plotted how best to ensnare me, get a good hold of me, just incase I tried to get away. They knew of the Carmel Gallery, where rich people co-mingled with Heather’s new family – she could not wait to work! My daughter is the consummate Performer.

The videos below are hard to watch, because this is exactly how our mother was. Rosemary had dated Errol Flynn, and if she had not married my father, she would have married George, a B actor. When drunk – our mother – would take out George’s photo and shove it in our face, force us to behold him, the father we should have had;

“Take a good look, kiddies. This could have been your father if I hadn’t married that son of bitch father of yours!”

In the top photo is a photo of Christine and Rosemary at Rosamond’s wedding at Micky Rooney’s old house. Rosemary is employed as a secretary. My sister married Rosemary and Lillian’s bartender after they introduced them. Rick Partlow is a actor and sound engineer. Rick made me make an appointment to see my own sister. Looks to me Christine is getting full support from her mother. Gone is the flashlight – that should have been framed!

Below are accounts of Randy Delpiano, whose name was put on my daughter’s birth certificate – even though in a letter I have, Patrice admits she knew Heather Delpiano was my child. When I first lay eyes on Heather Delpiano, I wanted her surname changed to Presco. It was changed to Hanson, Patrice’s maiden name, her alcoholic father’s name, who beat his wife till she bled, and, jumped off a cliff and killed herself. Not once since Christine died died has any member of my family recognized me as a artist in recovery.

It is over! Fun and Games at the Art Gallery, the Book Signing, and the Movie Theatre, is over.
All you liars and lovers of family secrets better help me get my grandson back.

After you are done looking at the videos, behold beautiful Marilyn when she was seventeen, Rena’s age when I met her. Now put that animal all over the first girl I ever love, whose daughter read Rena’s poem this Monday last.

Jon Presco

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mommie_Dearest

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/stalkers-and-baby-knappers/

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 all 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

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
sentence.

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!