Patrice said I kicked her and my daughter out of my house. She is a liar. She and I did not know she was pregnant when I asked her to leave – after she told me she was thinking about going back to her husband after they met for two hours. Randy had been making threats to kill me with a baseball bat – to my friends – who wanted to hurt him. I stopped them. With Patrice wanting to go back to Delpiano, everything got more volatile. Cops get killed in domestic disputes after they step in to protect the wife from getting beat up. Sometimes they get shot by the victim.
Patrice wrote this letter – for Heather – and not me! She wanted to give our daughter permission to go see Vicki and Shamus who lied about how Christine died. This is a crafty woman – a witch – who knew how to find me since Heather Hanson was born. After this letter, my letter was returned, and the phone disconnected. This is Kidnapping under California law.
Two years later after ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ was a huge flop, and the same business people who mismanaged Christine’s business when she was alive – killed what was left of this family legacy – I found my daughter. She was pregnant. Her lover wanted her to get an abortion and was not there when my grandson, Tyler Hunt, was born. I spent what little money I had going down to California and giving my daughter moral support, and, being the only male in Tyler’s life.
This evil mother cleverly depicts me as a person who is incapable of love. Yet, she gave Randy, the abusive felon, many chances to love her sons by two fathers, and he terrorized them. I gave them shelter in my home because my brother and I were terrorized by our father. I wanted to get Heather away from Scientology. Patrice had me meet with a big hancho, a woman whose husband was off to Africa to meet with Oprah Winfrey. We did not get along. My daughter was living in the home of another big Scientologist, and was the baby sitter of their child. They kept telling me Patrice had made a verbal contract. I am sure Heather told Flip that I had thrown her away, and is the reason why he would not shake my hand, look me in the eye, or give me his name when we first met. I knew he wanted to fight me. He died of alcoholism. Good riddance! He considered himself to be Tyler’s worthy grandfather.
Before I lay eyes on Heather Hanson, her mother is working me. When she told me this in a e-mail I suspected the plan was to give up my novel, and let Tom Snyder use our miracle in the biography Sandra Faulkner started. I suspect Snyder and Patrice were still talking to each other after I told her not to contact him. Why would I not want to hurt these outsiders, these parasites, who saw my dead sister pouring millions into their bank accounts. Patrice knew this, and wanted to be on their side. She wanted to be an outsider, too, because they looked like they were winning. Judas!
“I thought you should have the number for the phone that goes into Heather’s room. She has her own line. It is.
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 them. 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.”
Heather did not love me. She had fallen in love with a twenty year old man who was banging her and thus wanted to stay in Santa Rosa. I am sure Patrice knew. Why then didn’t she tell me the truth? This Drinking and parting man is Ryan Hunt, the father of Tyler Hunt. He was inside Vicki’s house in Bullhead City. Vicki knew my daughter broke off all contact with me – which is against the law. Ryan refused to marry Heather. He got another woman pregnant, and Tyler has a half-brother. These two mothers have to tolerate each other. The only woman with real power, is Holly Hunt, Ryan’s mother. I don’t think these people are capable of love. The males, have no power, as planned. The women gave Tom the hired Ghost Writer, the family power because they could smooze him, control him, and he would lie for them. Snyder is not an Artist. He never met Christine. He wrote a book on Highway 66. He has no integrity. I told him if he wrote anything about my minor child that he enticed, I would sue him.
Here are some of bad-ass Veteran Radical Oakland friends who wanted to put Randolph Delpiano out of my life, and the life of two boys, six and ten, that he was threatening. Patrice told me his family were Sicilian. We could not believe Patrice considered going to back to this felon who spent a year in San Quinton for pretended he was a famous rock star. He got women to dine him at a fine restaurant, then fucked them. He crept out of their homes with their debit cards, he telling them he was buying breakfast. He emptied their bank accounts, and disappeared. This is Identity Theft. Patrice knew he did this, and did not stop doing this after he got out on parole. She gave him a second chance. Patrice put my newborn child in his arms saying it was their miracle, because, his mother was upset Patrice could not be with child. She said it was a curse put on the Hansons, and, the two sons by different men, one a Black Panther, only made the curse, worse. This mother, who is in my family, was so thankful to God for Heather being in the world. I will never meet her. She is dead!
If my father-in-law knew I was a father, and a child abuser had my child, I could not stop him. Robby is six months younger than me and considers the protector guardian grandfather of all Rosemary’s grandchildren. He does not know about Snyder’s book.
Here is the filthy lying things Tom Snyder said about members of my family. If my daughter had not betrayed me, this evil book would have never seen the light of day. My book would have been published in 2002.
“The rest was, given those involved, what one might expect. Vic was cornering
whatever woman he could; Rosemary came in drunk, lost in her story that she was
the only seventeen-year-old to turn down Errol Flynn’s advances. ”Oh it was just
awful.” Lillian recalls. ‘Rosemary was shouting that Shannon was late, ‘and
ought to have her butt kicked.’ I don’t know all what she said after that but
she had her silver flask with her and it was getting rough.”
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”
33But Peter said to Him, “Even though all may fall away because of You, I will never fall away.” 34Jesus said to him, “Truly I say to you that this very night, before a rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” 35Peter said to Him, “Even if I have to die with You, I will not deny You.” All the disciples said the same thing too.
17 years ago, I was married to an abusive man who was a con
artist, psychopathic antisocial personality who spent one year in
prison while we were together. Later I realized that my response to
this husband was typical of “women who love too much” and I had to
work hard on myself to change my situation. That in itself is a long
story, but suffice it to say, it was very confusing and difficult
marriage that was damaging to myself and my two sons who were 10 and
17 at the time. During that time I met John who lived around the
corner and who showed me kindness and love. We were involved with
each other for about 2 months and I actually moved in with him
attempting to leave behind the craziness of life with my husband.
This was not a very good plan because the husband became even more
aggressive and angry waiting outside threatening John with a
Would you take you eight year old child down here to look in tide pools, knowing there are no tide-pools here? Christine lived in this area for twenty years. She saw the news reports where out-of-towners get swept away. It is hide tide when allegedly members of my family went down to this very dangerous place.
Shamus used the word “windy” and then “blustery” in separate accounts
without my prodding. They were slips. A month after Christine
drowned, I heard from her friend that lives in Pacific Grove, that
she recalled it was very windy that morning when she went jogging by
the ocean. She later had breakfast with the ex-chief of police, and
he too said it was windy.
“There’s 2 main points you keep coming back to. Jogging, and
Blustery. Try to remember all the questions you hammered me with on
the phone. I was doing my best to give you details of things from
memory that I wasn’t really taking note of. Like me asking you
specifics on a bath you took a few weeks ago…”How used was the
soap?” “was the shampoo bottle almost empty?” If something dramatic
happened at the end of your bath, those details may or may not come
into sharp relief. Blustery was definitely not the right word,
especially since little piglet was not carried away by the wind
holding naught but a carrot. Gusts of cool wind would have been a
better choice. Windy would have worked and been accurate. the mph of
the winds I couldn’t/can’t approximate for you.”
Here is part of an e-mail Shamus sent me five years ago.
“I could have described AGAIN for you whatever it was you needed from
me. (blustery was a word I got from Winnie the Pooh stories, and the
cartoon I saw did not show it to be violent. I never looked it up in
Here is the first time Shamus let it slip it was windy. It is so windy the wind is making noise outside the house.
“After going to the house , then a> > little later, I think I> > hear
something (it’s windy so I think I’m hearing something). Then I’m
pretty> > sure I hear something so I get off the couch and> > look
out the door. The next> > thing I saw were Mom and Drew running up
the hill> > mom crying and saying to> > call 911.”