Bonds With Angels
I just noticed something strange about the two photographs of June and Vincent Rice. Uncle Vinnie is in the top photo, but, in the bottom pic, there is just Aunt June, and the Presco Children. What is going on? Is June looking at the real possibility Mark, Christine, and myself, might become – her children?
Vic had pretty much abused – and used us up! Like leery and abused animals, we jumped when he got near. I believe Rosemary was pregnant with Victoria Mary Presco, and by golly, Victor deserved a fresh start, another chance to get it right. With one child, it should be a piece of cake. Victor would have more money to get his bar-flies good and drunk, and, there would be more money to pay that damn mortgage.
“Let’s name him after me. I know you will born me a loyal son, this time!”
What I am going to try and do is install Vinny and June as Empty Chair’s most honored creative citizens, even if they never lived there. But, first I have to inform the world why they could not have a child. This comes from Aunt Lillian when I interviewed her for my book. Vincent had a very large erection, and June had a very small vagina, that got torn up soon after their marriage. There it is! Shall I continue?
Vinnie showed me his cote of arms. He was Welsh. Of course he wanted an Heir, at least one child that will grow up with all the other children born of the four Rosamond Women. Vincent knew Vic was a terrible father, a bad money earner, and even a crook. He kept his kids out back wallowing in an old wash tub, like little pigs. He put in a lawn, and hoped we would graze upon it in order to bring down the food bill. This was not a very smart business idea. Hey, but it beats what Morris and Pierrot came up with!
Vinnie was my Art Patron. He got me a commission with one of his big shot Republican friends that knew Nixon. Vinnie was an avid golf player. He had a home on the range. After Larry deserted Christine, and, she got in trouble at the Dundon home in Rhode Island, she went to Vinnie for help. He gave her money, just like he gave Rosemary, money, but, he made her an offer. He asked Christine to be his mistress, bare his child, and lie down with him and give him some LOVE……….. now and then!
This is a Greek Tragedy. June had gone insane. She lost her long battle to be our surrogate mother. Without a child, she would soon be forgotten. She had no control over the huge size of her husbands penis, and because they had no premarital sex – because she was a good Catholic – her perfect marriage to the almost perfect man, was blown asunder.
When I had Whooping cough, the Rice’s took me in. June was my nurse. She kissed me goodnight, religiously. I noticed a glowing blue light coming from her stomach. I was eleven. I had almost died. I turned blue. Uncle Dick held me upside down to get the flem out, and, I was born again!
So, after this confession, I will erase it, and write a great report about Saint June of Empty Chair California. I want to see a festival in her honor – in June! A giant mural of her will grace the side of the Art Association. There will be fireworks with Q.
Rosemary let us know about every dysfunctional thing that was going down. Her enemies were everywhere. She poisoned us against her sister, while taking Vinnies money. We felt, soiled. The Rice’s felt, dirtied. I think I can fix this one. June’s smile, inspires me!
Hey Morris and Stacey! Are you two done, here! Nice try! Who knows, in a enlightened age, Empty Chair might erect a Lucky Fertility Phallus.
The top pic is of Christine and I being creative together. We are fashioning a Hollywood swimming pool – out of nothing! Just think what we could have done with parental support. We alone should have gone with Vinnie and June, after writing up a Creative Supply contract, that would end this way…….
“And leave us the fuck alone while we are rendering masterpieces!”
June and Vincent Rice had no children. Harold and Bob Kelly were June’s cousins that Mary Wieneke raised. Their murdered mother, Eutrophia Maude Wieneke/Kelley, was born in Fremont city, in Benton county, in Iowa. That Christine would marry into the Benton/Fremont family, is interesting.
Vincent Rice went to UCLA and authored a sports column for the Bruin newspaper. He went on to write a sports column for the Los Angeles Times. Vincent was always there for the Presco children, and left all his kindred a half million dollars in a Trust. We are due for another installment. He was a good man. Aunt June was like our second mother.
Take note that my sister Christine always stood near me in family photos.