You will never grasp this…..’Incident In Memoirs #10478′ unless I preface it.
This is a story about a witchy and covert transference of my good writing skills over to Frail Evonne by female members of this group I joined at Willamalane Adult Activity Center in Springfield Oregon. The witch who conducted this transference of talent and skills, over to her fellow ungifted species, is Laurel Laver – Hospice Worker! You can’t make this shit up. Laurel has watched a lot of men die! She knows all about legacies. She will orchestrate my literary death and transference over to a woman of her choosing. This is the sequel to ‘Witches of Eastwick’.
Frail Evonne showed up at the third Memoirs meeting I attended. She had been away. The group was fawning over her. She looks like Sissy Spacek, and Julie Harris, who starred in East of Eden. I can’t grasp what she is saying because I missed so much. Did she say her BLIND FATHER bombed Meier & Frank Co. in downtown Portland, Oregon, – and is completely innocent? What do they call him ‘The Blind Bomber‘?
“Of course he is, you poor dear!”
Now, she is looking at me. Why? Am I being blamed for something I didn’t do? Yes! I am guilty – as charged. At the next meeting, before I read my first installment of my childhood memories titled ‘Grassbomb Wars’ Frail Evonne declines to read, siting she is very intimidated by my writing skills. Did I hear groans of sympathy?
“Oh. You poor dear! Is that Big Dark Bad Man abusing you?”
Last Monday, Evonne makes another witchy appearance after disappearing for three weeks. I was a little late to the coven warm-up. I sit down, and Laurel says;
“Now that you have gotten all our help. Why don’t you go first!”
As I listen, I am hearing a Hodge Podge, a Collective Quilt of other writers at the table, who glowed when they hear their input. I watch the squeals and shrieks of glee go round the circle, because, justice is being served! I am getting my up-comings for being a man who writes good – and who has cast a giant shadow on Frail Evonne. I am being elected the Scapegoat, because, the Blind Guy did it!
I asked Frail Evonne if she ever heard of Karl Chessman who wrote and published four books while on Death Row? I was shocked she had not! Her father wrote a autobiography while he did ten years in prison. It almost got published! I think Evonne told me she had the manuscript. Is this why – she stopped trusting me? I knew too much! I let her know she underplayed her hand. Now, she had to get rid of me. Can we get a Chessman tune, a mournful ballad?
Some writers author ‘Their Memoirs’ and get moved to a penthouse overlooking Central Park. While, poor saps like me, take their last walk to the gallows, or, gas-chamber. What was Karl’s prison number……..#10478? I’m afraid to look, because, a month earlier I included Chessman in my fictional novel ‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’. I met Karl’s hired Private Eye. What – THE?
I send her a trailer from the movie ‘Badlands’ and got no response! Why am I alwasy the Bad Guy? This is hard to believe. Here are old ladies and alleged upstanding citizens of Springfield, defending a Terrorist Extortionist! Is he part Arab? Maybe he was never blind, and has been milking everyone for sympathy & money? Meier & Frank Co. posted a reward. Fred Meyer was bombed. These bombings are newsworthy. I am the sole reporter for my registered newspaper. There is such a thing as Freedom of the Press. A hundred of my memoirs are recorded in my newspaper.
For four weeks Laurel Laver has been very rude to me. She lets the group know I am not to get any feed back. After I take some photographs, she angrily orders me not to post them. One woman member, asks why? I had shared my blog with fellow members in order to show them the new video I found of Rocky Point. I suggested they could follow this ongoing mystery. Laurel does not want members of HER GROUP to be supportive of me. She is jealous of me. She uses Frail Evonne to get me….to destroy me! Unbelievable!
After Frail Evonne refuses to comply with group guidelines, I hand her my camera in order to film me reading. SHE TOOK A VIDEO and was not stopped by Laurel who is watching this happen. After the group is over, and out in the lobby, she approaches me, and asks me if I could help her with her writing. She tells me there have been two offers from publishers who want HER STORY, or, her FATHER’S STORY.
I ask her if the group knows all about her father. She says they do. Immediately I see what the problem is. The publishers do not want better accounts of her childhood while her father was in prison, they want the focus to be on the Blind Mad Bomber, who would be titled a TERRORIST today.
I agree to help Evonne, and she gives me her e-mail after we talked about owning Writing Rhythm. I did mention Badlands and the great musical score. She winced. I then suggested we pick a theme song. Almost at the same time we said;
“Dean Martin!”
What I did not know, was, I am talking to the White Goddess, disguised as Little Miss Lost For Words. But, she is the proverbial Bird With a Broken Wing. I just can not elude her….La Belle Dame Sans Merci.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Goddess
Here are the e-mails I sent Frail Evonne. She has asked me to help her start a blog like mine, but, after she told me she has a publisher waiting in the wings, I told her she should consult him first, because, they got attorneys. She was suggesting I be a co-author. I was not interested, I got more books in the work then I can handle.
“There may be copyright issues. People can steal your stuff, or, write themselves into your story. So keep it out of the public eye until you talk to your publisher.”
For almost a month, I was in the dark as to why I was being treated so heartlessly, so coldly. I am revealing the childhood of Christine and I, who was a world famous artist. I now suspect Frail Evonne convinced Laura Laver, and others, I was trying to steal her story – blind! I was now the Big Bad Wolf – and she was Little Red Riding Hood! The Witches of Memoirs #10478 were going to covertly destroy me, drive me out of their group, because, Evonne detected I wasn’t buying it, and her father was – GUILTY AS CHARGED! Did the peers of William Clarence Peddicord – get it right!
But, not if our Holy Hospice Nurse can help it! Laver has shown us story boards of past members, complete with photographs she took. Last Monday, three minutes after the group ended, I whipped out my camera and announced I was now a writer for my newspaper. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. Ms. Laver flew into a rage. and ordered me to stop video taping, saying it was not allowed. I refused to follow her orders. She flew out of the room – on her broom. Two minutes later, Sarah Judd, came into the room, and also asked me to stop – reporting.
Below is the report I filed, along with the two videos I already took, with Laver’s and the group’s approval. We do not see an image of Frail Evonne, and never will, because she is the White Goddess, come to put me, and everyone around me – in the bony nest of her Tree – and in Hell!
God have mercy on us!
At this time I reveal what I have been withholding for some time. The author of the White Goddess, is Robert Grave, who wrote ‘I Claudius’. He also authored ‘The White Goddess and The Nazarene Gospel Restored ‘. My copyright is given to ministers and all their writing, thus, Freedom of Religion is on the Big Board. I have been oppressed!
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4178/the-art-of-poetry-no-11-robert-graves
The White Goddess and The Nazarene Gospel Restored are curious: I wrote the first to define the non-Jewish element in Christianity, especially the Celtic. And I wrote the second, with the help of the late Joshua Podro, to drive the Greek and Roman element out of what was a purely Jewish event. The curious result was that a special Early Christian Society got founded at Cambridge, based on the Nazarene Gospel, and various White Goddess religions started in New York State and California. I’m today’s hero of the love-and-flowers cult out in the Screwy State, so they tell me: where hippies stop policemen in the street and say, “I adore you, officer.” Also I get a number of letters from witches’ covens, requesting flying ointment, magical recipes, and esoteric information.”
Jon Presco
Copyright 2016
I began this blog twelve hours ago. I understand Evonne’s story can be a great American Ballad. I went in search of a video, when it began playing after the other videos I posted were, done. I was already composing a beautiful letter to attorney Lauren Regan, imploring her to intervene, and ask Alley to remove her unjust accusation, because, people are being hurt. Seniors are being hurt. I will implore her to speak with with Sarah who is overwhelmed with the legal ramifications about having a Memoirs group. Then, I found this. I was looking for William’s on the road story to New York.
Peddicord confessed to planting the bomb “just to scare them into paying up.”
Evonne Merril has not been truthful. I have been put on trial, in a cruel court. She launched an attack against my newspaper in anticipation of me discovering the truth about her father. Laurel Laver helped in this Cover-up. After working on this blog, I turn on the news to see there has been another Terrorist Attack in France. A lone lunatic mowed down and kill 84 people. I am sure those who prosecuted William Clarence Peddicord, made a case he was out of control and was a danger to society. That his concern was transfered over to me, while reading my memoirs in a senior center, is an outrage.
Jon Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=47677597
William Clarence Peddicord
| Birth: | Sep. 18, 1917 Fort Bayard Grant County New Mexico, USA |
| Death: | Mar. 26, 1978 Los Angeles Los Angeles County California, USA |
 William Clarence Peddicord, 60, best known as “The Blind Bomber”, who confessed to the bombing of the Meier & Frank Co. in downtown Portland, Oregon, on April 15, 1955, died Saturday in Whittier. Calif. He was under treatment for a heart attack when he suffered a fatal attack. Peddicord and his sister-in-law, Joyce Keller, were charged with sending an extortion note to Aaron M. Frank. Mr. Frank was reading the note. which demanded $50,000, when 12 sticks of dynamite exploded in a third-floor restroom. No one was injured. The note warned that a second bomb had been planted and would explode if the $50.000 were not paid. Peddicord confessed to planting the bomb “just to scare them into paying up.” He was sentenced to 20 years and was paroled in 1966 after serving 10 years. He was reported in 1972 to have left the state in violation of his parole. He was also convicted of mail fraud in 1958 and sentenced to five years in federal prison plus five years for contempt of court. Peddicord was born Sept. 18, 1917, at Fort Bayard, N.M. When he was two, his father, a civil engineer, brought him to Vancouver, Wash. He attended Vancouver High School but dropped out as a sophomore. He lost his sight in June, 1937, when a refrigerator in his home broke, releasing acid that seared his eyes. In 1948 he hitchhiked to New York for an operation that was only partially successful. Later be again lost all vision. He acquired a seeing eye dog, Duke, and gained national attention when he and Duke climbed Beacon Rock in the Columbia Gorge in 1938. Survivors include a son, William, Portland, by his first wife, Lucille (nee Dillabaugh) his second wife, Dorothy, Portland, and their children, Donna Merrill, Springfield, Marlene Siddal, Reno, Nev.; Air Force Sgt. Larry Peddicord, Hawthorne, Nev.; Evonne Merrill, Eugene; and Janet Peddicord, Seattle; and a daughter, Jean Marie, 7, by his 3rd wife, Mary Redmond, and by his widow, Venece, Whittier, Calif.; three sisters, Edith McCoy and Ethel Wilde, California, and Elsie Wilson, Reno, Nev.; a brother, Owen, California; and 11 grandchildren. Memorial services will be announced in Vancouver, Wash. The family suggests remembrance be contributions to Devers Memorial Eye Clinic, a non-profit foundation in Portland.Family links: Parents: William Franklin Peddicord (1876 – 1955) Julia Edna Evans Peddicord (1875 – 1933)Spouses: Lucille Dillabaugh Anderson (1918 – 2005)* Dorothy May McCourtney Brambora (1920 – 2000)*Children: Larry F Peddicord (1950 – 2003)*Siblings: Walter Owen Peddicord (1903 – 1983)* Edith Estelle Peddicord McCoy (1905 – 2000)* Ethel Mae Peddicord Wilde (1906 – 1992)* Matilda Elsie Peddicord Wilson (1910 – 1982)* Elizabeth E Peddicord (1912 – 1913)* William Clarence Peddicord (1917 – 1978) *Calculated relationship |
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| Burial: Wilhelm’s Portland Memorial Portland Multnomah County Oregon, USA |
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“Here’s how your movie begins my dear friend, with a silent scene of New York. We can not show what a blind man sees, but, what a deaf man can’t hear.
You need a title. ‘Dangerous’ is a title of a book, that is not a movie. ‘Blind and Dangerous’ is not taken.
I found this article about the reward. The postal inspectors story is fishy. How did they spot, and conclude, two letters they had were written on the same typewriter? This takes some real expertise. What I suspect is, they told a judge a lie, and he issued a search warrant that produced a letter in your father’s home. They compared the typewriter, then. This is Illegal Search & Seizure, and may be why your father was released, because he does make a case. However, the letter in house makes him look guilty. Was it planted by the inspectors who were looking for a reward? Where is that typewriter?
https://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1310&dat=19570227&id=q_VVAAAAIBAJ&sjid=mOIDAAAAIBAJ&pg=6762,4739392&hl=en
Here is a list of authors who wrote in jail.
You have a chance to write a great novel from your point of FEELING. What did you feel while you waited to see your DANGEROUS father? Did you rely on the feelings of others? Did you feel NOTHING? Why do you want to finish your father’s work to make himself credible in the eyes of his family and children? How can your reader and audience have sympathy for a terrorist and extortionist? What were his motives – if he is guilty? Put yourself in the shoes of a blind man – who is not your father. He wants to SEE his children grow up.
I must insist you tell me why you have not responded to my emails. If it has anything to do with the fake abuse report the Whoville anarchist made, then I have to sue them.
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”
Police said a small explosive device detonated in aisle 13 of the Foster Fred Meyer store, located at 5253 SE 82nd Avenue. The detonation occurred near some small, travel-sized items on display.
A bomb squad confirmed the explosion came from a small device, according to Sgt. Pete Simpson with Portland police.
Police did not release any further details about the device.
Investigators released a surveillance image of a person of interest in the case. They are looking for a white man in his late 20s with a thin build. He was wearing an oversized green jacket and dark pants, police said.
A Fred Meyer spokeswoman told KGW they were thankful no one was hurt.
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