Roy And Mart At The Transcontinental

The Second Coming of Martin Eden


John Presco

Copyright 2019

At 3:30 P.M. I read the last chapter of Martin Eden. At 4:35 P.M. I found another e-mail from my daughter that I believe was written by my daughter’s mother. This has to stop – for the sake of world literature! It was my friend, Ed Corbin, who said Heather Hanson did not write the first letter I got. Ed majored in English at Harvard and was a editor at Double Day. He wrote on of General Eisenhower’s bios. I asked for an explanation.

“This is a two party one person removed composition.”

I may have misquoted Ed, but – HERE IT IS! Note the “anyhow” that appears in other e-mails. No teenager would ever say this. Keep in mind that Patrice is a Stage Mother and wants my sister’s bio to be about her, and..HER daughter! This, witch, is using OUR daughter to secretly author her strange ideas. Martin Eden goes into literary theft – like no one before him! He is strangling the editors as the Transcontinental. Patrice accused me of being abusive to her cult, the top brass of Sonoma’s Scientology. I was given a tour of their winery.

Sent: March 14, 2001 2:30:02 AM GMT
Subject: Check out Who I Am from Heather

Hello! I wanted to send you this song that just recently was
released by one of my favorite country singers. Before we even got in contact
with you I was singing this song for my mom. I changed a few of the lyrics so
it would sound like I wrote it and made it a little more true for
me. In the song when she says “I am Rosemary’s granddaughter” I changed
it to Betty’s granddaughter because Betty is the name of my grandma
on my Mom’s side. After I was done singing the song my mom asked me
if I wrote that song because it sounded like I was singing about
myself. I told her that I didn’t and that the song really says
Rosemary instead of Betty. This morning this song came on the radio.
I was singing along with it when all of a sudden I stopped. I turned
to my mom and said;

Mom, I am
Rosemary’s granddaughter.”
I now think this song was written about me. All
the words are totally true about myself and I am hoping to sing it
at the spring concert at my school.

Any how I just wanted to share it with you. Dinner’s ready so I have
to get going. I can’t wait to talk to you tonight. I might not be at
my Mom’s house but you can call me at my house. The number is. If I
am not home you can leave a message on my machine. I have my own
line so I will get it. Try mom’s number first, we may be able to just
wait here for your call.”

Love, Heather

You have read a truly extraordinary e-mail. When I told Patrice Hanson that Seers at the Berkeley Psychic Institute told me I died, and, I saw all my ancestors, she asked if I saw her grandmother.

“I don’t know what she looks like!”

I was shown a photograph of Betty, and was told Betty is THEIR Guardian Angel. and thus the reason for all the statues and paintings of angels in the Hanson home. I looked at my newfound daughter and she nodded her head. She was in – all the way! What Patrice was suggesting, is, Goddess Betty needed a granddaughter to comfort her daughter because…….she jumped off a cliff into the Pacific Ocean – and killed herself! She was in and out of the psycho-ward! having risen from the dead, I was JUDGED holy enough to have intercourse with Patrice – and transmit MY HOLY SEEDS! This is all I was good for. Then, Patrice went back to her husband ‘Bogus Bobby’.

What has gotten to me for over a month, now, is the quality of the men these women have bonded with. They are Thugs, Grunts, and Imposters! Did I saw they are Anti-Intellectuals – who may have never read a book – and are proud of it? Mart tries to rise above men such as these, and he becomes a self-taught writer. Patrice has no empathy for me – and my mother – who never got to see her granddaughter. Heather’s fake grandmother was a Sicilian who believe the Hanson clan was cursed, until the day ‘Psycho Bobby’ begat a daughter. If Rosemary found out this insanity was going on, bodies would feed the fishes.

What I just realized, is that Heather didn’t change Rosemary to Betty – Patrice did! Patrice went back with her husband, Psycho Bobby, who could not conceive a child, and did not tell me I conceived a daughter. I lived down the street. Apparently, Heather and her grandmother – are working miracles! Six months ago Heather asked a famous psychic if she got any hits on Betty. She did not ask about me and my mother. We didn’t count. How about Dead Christine, who Vicki Presco allowed a cult to form around which devastates our niece, Shannon, who just read the evidence this is true.

Vic told me he made a loan for Bess London and for saving her home she gave him a choice of first editions books. He chose The Sea Wolf. I just researched this claim and read Jack shipped Bess boxes of book when he was in England. I assume these were books that were not selling.

There are two books and two movie scripts about my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, that are not selling. The rival biographer has the muralist, Garth Benton, telling Rosamond’s Big Secret, being, she used a high grade projector to broadcast fashion models that she cut from magazines, on to an empty canvas. Her career got addicted to this, style. She knew she was not a – real artist. She was a Commercial Artist – with a million FANS! Not able to get most of my family to contribute to Snyder’s book, Tom Snyder’s boss advertised on the Rosamond page for FANS to contribute to the book. Patrice and Heather saw it, and contacted Stacey. She invited my daughter to come to the re-opening of the Rosamond Gallery. She was sixteen. They went. I didn’t even know I had a daughter! I believe I was not going to be told! If Jack London were alive – he would eat this up! We would become pals. Who would believe it? I believe Jack invented a invisible friend he could commiserate with. He was surrounded by sharks – and Bonita! This has nothing to do with “individualism”.

My blog was casting real doubt about how Christine DROWNED! Some people suggested (my mother) it was suicide. I had gone into therapy to deal with Bill’s death by suicide. Today, I have been looking at the suicide of Martin Eden, and the idea Jack London caused his own death. I did not hear from my daughter on Thanksgiving – or Christmas! She is a healer-coach that charges money for folks to take part in the making of Vision Boards. I am out of the picture. I’m not – good enough!

Martin Eden gets the big picture, how people see something they want for free, and thus begins the Strangest Fiction in the World as to why you are utterly disqualified to own the object, while they bend light around corners to qualify themselves, such as “unsolicited manuscripts”. One can’t assume people are going to play fair. This is what Martin swims away from.

After the law firm of Robert Brevoort Buck sold Christine and my creative legacy to outsiders, who tried to make a killing writing about the sex abuse of children, I employed my genealogical skills to locate TREASURE in Bob’s family tree. I found the founder of Greenwich Village. I copyrighted – everything! Mart and Jack would give me  giant pat on the back! I’m talking about Washington Irving and the Headless Horseman. Who knows about the Knickerbockers? People are so greedy and stupid!

The day I graduated from sixth grade, my teacher played a word game with us. We all got up and went to the blackboard. Mr. Luzmore wrote down a word and bid us to make as many words out of it. My peers were eliminated till only I remained. Luzmore put up a long word, and, my humiliation – was on! The teacher and I were neck and neck. We hear;

“Get him Mr. Luzmore!”

“Beat him!”

“You can do it!”

“Don’t let him win!”

It’s the Kmites and Alleybelles! I glanced at Luzmore, and he is fuming! He hates bullying and ganging up on a person. The bell rings, and he slams down his chalk. He beat me by five words.

“Go home! Have a nice vacation!” He did not mean it. My peers filed out. Some gave me dirty looks. I was supposed to have been the biggest, and dumbest kid in school. I got out of line. Some of them had heard, or seen, how the Presco’s got to school functions. Victor stacked two rows of lettuce crates on each side of the bed of a truck. He then threw a tarp over the crates, and tied it down with hemp rope. He knew all the Navy knots. He served in the Merchant Marines after graduating from the SF Academy.

“Look mommy! Those boys are riding on a truck!”

We would travel to Roseville like this, to see Vic’s mother who was a friend of Joaquin and Juanita Miller. If I were to do a illustration for my book ‘The Second Coming of Martin Eden’…..because his mother used to go on the Fruitvale trolley with her mother and their neighbor, Joaquin Miller. William Broderick worked in the downtown office of the ‘California Barrel Company’ . They may have had lunch at the Montgomery Block Building where all the Bohemian Writers and Artists lived, and did lunch.

Jack London lived here for awhile. Joaquin Miller held court here. I am convinced this is the TRANSCONTINENTAL, this is a magazine. This is THE MACHINE that cranks out stories for THE FANS of cheap literature, dime store novels, and just about anything that appeals to THE COMMON FAN! Writers who preach Bohemian ideals out one side of their mouth, are kissing the hand that feeds them, with the other side. Oh these ladies of high society pretend they do no read this bawdy trash, and, get hot and bothered, but, they do. Martin Eden and Jack London, are slaves to their patron. Here is the anagram for RUTH MORSE………ROSEMURTH……DEATH’S ROSE.

Not once did Heather or Patrice ask me about my parents and siblings. I suspect Vicki Presco filled them in at the Rosamond gallery, and, when my seventeen year old daughter was disappeared from my life. She went to Vicki. She had worked in Vic’s loan-shark business. She knew much about Larry Chazen, who was J.P. Getty’s top financial advisor.


From Middle English murth, morth, from Old English morþ (“death, destruction, homicide, murder; deadly sin”)

Jack London created Martin Eden in order to make a great literary confession. As far as I can tell, I am the only writer who broke London’s code – his suicide note that he wrote before hand, that names his KILLER….THE MACHINE…that is owned and operated by RUTH MORSE – THE FAN!

At 6:32 P.M. as we in the West turned for the home stretch to the New Year, I googled Stephen King’s masterpiece ‘Misery’ This story is pure genius, though I have never read it. I do not have time to read anymore. It is on y list when things calm down. I suspect Stephen lifted Jack’s story. Paul is Mart, and Annie Wilkes is Ruth. Before this was a movie, I read in a book that most writers write to someone. It was a book on how to become a writer. King must have taken this lesson – to the max! What if you cross paths with your No.1 fan and she is psycho SERIAL KILLER who loves to take writer’s hostage – and torture them! This is why I refuse to discard Rena, Belle, Alley, and Kim. They are my Psycho Muses, my models!

Martin admits he has brain-damage. I suspect Jack was autistic. I believe I was more autistic than I am today. Anagrams thrill me! I can’t spell worth shit. I believe Rena Easton is autistic. I wish I had written her two paragraphs.

My father’s best friends at Oakland High School, became the president and vice president of Transamerica Title and sat atop the Pyramid Building that replaced the Montgomery Block that was full of banks and bankers. They asked Vic to come aboard. I believe members of the Bohemian Club met at Montes. They saw something. They devised a plan. George Sterling ‘The King of Bohemians’ took his life. What they saw was a way to control the mass-mind, the Fan, and the Voter……..MURTHSROSE!

I will now be decoding the titles of Mart’s novelettes. At ten minutes to Midnight, I will push the “publish” button and instantly arrive in San Francisco where I will meet my Cosmic Twin, alas!

Below are pics of the Stuttmeister-Janke vault in Colma. This is a SF Pioneer family. Dr.William Stuttmeister is one of the first graduates of UC. Note the 1939 Ford Panel truck parked in front of Monte.

Showdown at Wolf House

In 2000 I and my daughter’s mother went to see the ruins of Jack London’s Wolf House where I read a plaque about the struggle his wife had to keep Jack’s creative legacy in the family. I told this Stage Mother I was going through the same struggle with outsiders – before my daughter came into my life. I said this was “God’s Justice” that I now had a Heir. Then I heard;“Don’t my genes count?”

This Stage Mother was all in a huff, because she believed I upstaged her, was saying her daughter got all her creativity from me. I was pissed, for this woman hid my daughter from me for sixteen years, and only appear in my life to get in my sister’s biography my rivals were authoring.

“Well, genetics don’t lie. And it looks like my kindred were born with substantial gifts! My father, for instence, was a very good singer.”

If looks could kill. I wondered if this SM was going to try and go around me. I didn’t know she already had, and had a hidden agenda waiting in the wing, just incase I was not cooperative in the Grand Scheme of Things. I should have kept my mouth shut, but – NAW!

Jack named his house after Wolf Larsen whom my father emulated, he telling me he raised his sons like Wolf would. Vic’s alias was Bill Larsen. Being a Leo, the world had to revolve around him – or else!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

London, who was called “Wolf” by his close friends, also used a picture of a wolf on his bookplate, and named his mansion “Wolf House”.[7] Given that Van Weyden’s experiences in the novel bear some resemblance to experiences London had, or heard told about, when he sailed on the Sophia Sutherland, the autodidact sailor Wolf Larsen has been compared to the autodidact sailor Jack London.

The Legend of Dead Betty

The Story of Rosamnond


Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

When my grandson, Tyler Hunt, and I were doing a painting together, Patrice Hanson, looked on with disgust. This goes back to our conversation at the ruins of Jack London’s Wolf House where I told my wife -to-be, my families creative legacy was falling into the hands of outsiders, the same way London’s legacy almost came to be owned by hostile outsiders. I told Patrice I am authoring a biography, and my rivals are inventing lies in their biogrphy of my famous sister, Rosamond. All of a sudden, Patrice says;

“Are you saying our daughter got all her talent from you?”

I got angry, for this woman, who had two sons by two fathers, did not allow me to be a father for sixteen years, and did her damnedest to have Heather believe she got all her gifts from her utterly un-gifted mother, who never was an artist, poet, or, writer. Why is Rosamond’s biography – got to be all about her? Is she a Narcissist?

In two months she would kidnap our daughter. I would not hear from Heather for two years. She had gone over to the camp of  Vickie&Tom so her and her Mommy could be in Snyder’s biography of MY dead sister, Heather&Patrice never met. What the hell was going to be their contribution to ‘The Story of Rosamond’ – after they ditched me?

I did not understand this battle was not over DNA&ART,  but, over Dead Betty. At the end of this post, I include the e-mail I found yesterday about ‘Rosemary’s Granddaughter’. I had suspected Patrice was tying to tell me HER daughter was an immaculate conception. If you have never seen Fellini’s ‘Juliet of the Spirits, then I highly suggest you do. Patrice is Mary Poppins on Acid and Steroids. I have not talked to my grandson in five years. He got fill in on the Legend of Dead Betty, who only had one enemy on earth, because, without me, Heather and Tyler would not exist! What a icky concept!

In wounded families there may arise a healer. There are millions of wounded families in America, many of them suffering from the disease of alcoholism. Some of these healers enter organized religion, and declare themselves The Family Healer Via Jesus Christ. Many do not want all family members to be a Christian. They just want their little light to shine so they can be healed, and take revenge on family members who hurt them. When the Christian-right used our two-party system as a religious weapon and tool to divide the Healers from the Destroyers, our nation got very sick, and is getting sicker. We teeter on the edge of Total Destruction!

Why most Christians want Obamacare to be abolished, is to go back to the days of the Protestant Heresy, when Robert Buck’s illustrious ancestors were persecuted by the Catholic Healers, for it was ordained that only they could be Healers. What we got is tens of millions of Haters in the abolition party founded by my kindred, John and Jessie Fremont. These Haters want to hurt twenty million people – for starters! If they get their way, then this will look like the Saint Bartholomew massacre that Navarre family were victims of. This family is at the core of the Reformation.

Beryl Buck appears to have been carrying the spiritual and religious issues in her family. Accounts of Leonard Buck having a drinking problem, are gone, no longer on the internet. Why? Trying to heal people by having them live longer, may not be a religious agenda. Going after makers of alcoholic beverages, may not be a religious agenda. Educating people using secular tools, is not a religious agenda. Giving money to the poor and needy, is a religious agenda. We do not see this agenda standing out at the Buck Trust, and Foundation. Why?

Are the folks that control this Trust, Republicans? Frank Buck was a Democrat who supported the new Social Security program, and, a bill to reduce the tax on wine! Uh-oh! How does it feel Mr. Buck to have your family history put under a magnifying glass? This makes you a very topical public figure when it comes to Alcohol Justice! You can not sue me! I own your ass! I own IMMUNITY! You can not throw me off of Buck Island – again! I am taking back the Family Recovery Program your partner, Sydney Morris, sold to outsiders – after I told he had no right to do so!

“We need it, to save our lives, and the lives of others, for generations to come!”


That said, what about ‘The Legend of Dead Betty? Who is Betty?

When Patrice Hanson moved her two young sons into my apartment the day after we met, and we lay down together, she is telling me she is a Super Hippie from Chicago who gave birth to the son of a Dead Black Panther, and she knows Super Blah! Blah! Blah! of Save The Planets Food Vortex in Berkeley, and she lived on the Blah! Blah! Commune of The Holy Cosmic Waters and………..

“Are you competing with me? Sounds like you just got to win, got to defeat me. Did I tell you my sisters is a WORLD FAMOUS WOMAN ARTIST?”

By the look on matrices’ face – I WON!”

“I always wanted to be an artist, and would have been, if it were not for the sad truth my mother jumped of a cliff in Redondo Beach, and dashed her brains out on the rocks!”

“Oh! How tragic! What was her name?”

“Betty. Dead Betty! She was a schizophrenic. My father beat her black and blue!”

“I see. And this is why you wanted me to rescue your sons from your abusive husband who served time in San Quinton for impersonating Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead?”

These sons loved life at my house. I poured healing upon them around the clock. I surrounded them and their mother in protective light while Randolph DelPiano hung around outside, waving a baseball bat, threatening to dash my brains out.

When Patrice went to talk to him for two hours, and when she said she was considering going back to her ex-con and thug, I asked her to leave. Inside her womb our genetic material was dividing our genes, like crazy. When OUR BABY was born, there was a light around her. The Hippie Witch immediately put OUR BABY in the arms of the man who threatened to kill me, and cried

“Heal him! Drive the darkness out of him. Make him good and full of light and loyalty – to me! Make him mine forever!”

Two years later, Randy is – down the road! Heather is crying. Her family always knew she was my child. And now – the Great Lie Is Dead! The Hanson Family needed a good story, a healing story, in order to keep the healing child – with them! Patrice had felt guilty. She wondered about my mother – and Christine! Would they have felt joy when I announced;

“I’m a father! I will not die childless!”

Surely these Rosamond Women wanted to taste Heather’s Healing Light, and be fixed! This is when The Dark Mother invented the Dead Betty Legend. What you are going to read is what I title ‘Evil Psychiatry’. Rather than see a real shrink, or, attend an AA meeting, a child is employed to make it all work for the mentally ill parent. Patrice and her siblings are devastated by the suicide of their mother. But, rather than get professional help, they start fighting over MY CHILD – before I even know I have a child. Drunken aunt Linda really needs some Super Healing, over and over again, so she can keep on drinking – and feel good about herself. She never gave birth, and never will. My daughter was her surrogate child. She lured my child – with money! She married a drunken millionaire attorney. Heather titled her a ‘Golddigger’.

Patrice was always poor, living on foodstamps and other public grants. She knew she was losing young Heather to Wicked Linda. This is when an angel came to her rescue. Dead Betty looked down from heaven, and blessed the Family Healer, but, that was not enough. She had to find a way back to earth.

SCENE TWO: Vic Presco’s favorite bar on Piedmont Avenue. Patrice has gone there to get away from Randy. She calms her nerves with a drink. She orders another one, and, that’s when she sees me ‘Handsome Jonny’ coming in the door. This is when she hears the angelic voice of Dead Betty – loud and clear!

“Get him, my pretty! Through his loins I will come back to you. His seed will bring me back to earth. YOUR child will be a Holy Healer. She will heal all the Hansons, starting with you!”

“Oh Mommy Dearest! This was meant to be. I was feeling guilty stealing a man’s baby and giving it to the Bad Seed that served time in San Quinton. Now I understand you had a holy plan to cure me of my mental illness. Wait till I tell Linda!”

SCENE THREE: Seventeen years later, Tom Snyder pops open another can of Budweiser. He can not believe what he has just heard. Patrice had recited the whole legend, and is asking Tom if it will appear in his biography about Rosamond.

“Welllll……Ahhh!…….No! You see I got an e-mail from the Heavenly Surrogate Father, who told me he will sue me if he sees any Hanson in my book. He accused me of luring a minor child across State lines in order to have sex with Ryan (Randy) an adult, who got her pregnant – with another divine child – of course!”

“That fucking dark evil bastard! He’s the destroyer of the Holy Healing of Saint Betty! I knew I should have picked the other dude in the bar! What was his name? Joseph!”

“You can call me Joe!”

It was a conference call. Heather was lurking in the background – as usual – because she is the embodiment of Betty. There exist no Plain-born Heather. Imagine laying this shit on a child since she was two! There is nothing there, for me to claim! She’s all Patrice’s, the Blessed Womb Mother of the Twice Born Betty! The Womb of the World went nuts when Heather sang-out ‘Rosemary’s Granddaughter’.  It was TOO REAL! It was a monkey wrench in the works. It had to be undone. This is why the real Patrice composed that e-mail posing as my daughter where-in she conducts a theological argument.

Why would any sane attorney bless any biography about a very contentious person and her family, then think they are not going to be sucked in. See Morris smile, believing the conflagration will not consume him and the law firm of Robert Buck. There has to be a good reason. There is. One of Buck’s ancestors gazed upon the Mona Lisa a.k.a ‘Smiling Betty’.

“Alls well, that ends well!”

Here is a video showing the extreme religious abuse of children by their parents and the church. Children can not grasp religious concepts until they are about ten. The parents are running their need for a religious fix through innocent children, who only want to please their parents. They want to behold their children as Little Saints, free of sin. The parents are vicariously living through their children. These are Holy Stage Parents. All they want is Complete Loyalty, because they never got that from their parents! The child must pay!

When I went to Santa Rosa to behold my Wonder Child for the first time, I was shown a stack of videos taken by the many Surrogate Fathers Heather had. Since she was two, she was on stage! No way could she ever be MY CHILD, and, they both knew it! When I tried to explain what my book was about, a look of disgust appeared on their faces.

“How could you, father, even think of betraying my mommy and her holy mission!”

Dead Betty died on the cross. Fuck Rosemary! What great thing did she ever do? As far as I’m concerned, the child in Heather’s unwed arms……… a Buck Baby! This is what you get when you render THE REAL FATHER powerless, and render non-family members ‘Holy Caretakers’. Heather should have sued Peirrot, slapped a paternity suit on her, because Sydney Morris made sure she wore the pants in the family, he giving her more power than Christine Rosamond ever got, and, Saint Pierrot can not draw a stick figure, or, write a poem. She is the Papacy! The original holy family has been replaced by pretenders and usurpers. When they get stuck in a legal or literary manner, they drive another nail in my coffin, and rewrite the codex. Tom got down on his knees after he talked to Patrice, and thanked me for getting him out of her Passion Play! You owe me Tom!

The Real Bad Daddy is born! His entire family was taken from him – including his mommy!

“That asshole does not deserve a mommy, because – he does not deserve to be born! He owns not gifts, or talent. He’s no healer! He’s the anti-Christine!”

Because I suspect Heather and my family are involved in Julie Lynches evil story, I am going to blog on the legal document Heather signed when she agreed to be my Trustee. Snyder breached my copyright in regards to Bonds With Angels, that resembles Julie’s theme. Patrice, Heather, Dead Betty, Pierrot, Tom Snyder, all agree my real mother deserved what was coming to her, because, all she did was born four children, who gave birth to four grandchildren. She is smeared, and slandered. Lies are told about her – for the sake of some people making money! I can show this is a real court of law!

Lynch conjurs up Rosamond’s kindergarten teacher that had to ninety years of age. How did she find her? What school did she teach in? Here we read about the only good thing Rosemary ever did. She wanted me to be “the family artist“. Yay! That’s my Mom!

“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.

Before the Wave: The Life Story of Christine Rosamond
Not yet released
When the idealistic artist known as Rosamond defiantly emerges from a dark childhood, suppressed by abuse and alcoholism, and rockets to worldwide fame, becoming the world’s most published painter, she discovers that her road into the light is twisted, wrought with sabotage, and at the tips of her reach.”

Because MY SISTER IN RECOVERY met Clint Eastwood on several occasions, I can communicate with my real sister. What’s that, Christine? Julie is a bloody scum-sucking parasite, the latest Gallery Gargoyle that the treacherous back-stabber, Stacey Pierrot, hired to insult her ex-boss and OUR family?

Sent: March 14, 2001 2:30:02 AM GMT
Subject: Check out Who I Am from Heather

Hello! I wanted to send you this song that just recently was
by one of my favorite country singers. Before we even got in contact
with you
I was singing this song for my mom. I changed a few of the lyrics so
it would sound like I wrote it and made it a little more true for
In the song when she says “I am Rosemary’s granddaughter” I changed
it to Betty’s granddaughter because Betty is the name of my grandma
on my Mom’s side. After I was done singing the song my mom asked me
if I wrote that song because it sounded like I was singing about
myself. I told her that I didn’t and that the song really says
Rosemary instead of Betty. This morning this song came on the radio.
I was singing along with it when all of a sudden I stopped. I turned
to my mom and said;

Mom, I am
Rosemary’s granddaughter.”
I now think this song was written about me. All
the words are totally true about myself and I am hoping to sing it
the spring concert at my school.
Any how I just wanted to share it with you. Dinner’s ready so I have
to get going. I can’t wait to talk to you tonight. I might not be at
my Mom’s house but you can call me at my house. The number is. If I
am not home you can leave a message on my machine. I have my own
so I will get it. Try mom’s number first, we may be able to just
here for your call.

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  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Yesterday was Mary Magdalene Day! I am in….The Driver’s Seat….BIG TIME!

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