Sleeping Beauty of Blue River Castle

These are two castles that belong to my ex-finances illustrious family. I propose a Sleeping Beauty Castle rise from ashes of Blue River, and the land leading to the Belle’s castle be turned into vineyards.

Merlin was captured in a crystal cave by the Evil Morgana, where he lie in a death-like sleep – till this day! He has been awoken by curses, and the voice of his niece, who offer him sanctuary. Let us build Camelot with a replica of this castle that was owned by a family close to Rene D’Anjou, and my dear Virginia. In French fairytales and literature, the hero is disguised as a fool. There will be held a college in this castle called ‘The Fool’s Journey College’. Virginia slept in the castle – with vineyard!  Let us reach out to The People of France and see if they want to help build ‘France In America’ that will have a beautiful hotel at the Belknap Hots Springs.

Rene d’Anjou

    

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan%27s_Labyrinth

“I meant to depict a beautiful dream…in a light better than any light that ever shone…in a land no one can remember. . .”  

Pre-Raphaelite painter Sir Edward Burne-Jones painted scenes of medieval romance including a series depicting knights and ladies dreaming about each other.

“All days are nights to see till I see thee. 
And nights bright days when dreams do show me thee.” 

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 43

Once while traveling to Rome by train, Burne-Jones fell asleep and dreamed so vividly of the nine muses on Mt. Helicon he felt compelled to paint them the moment he arrived at his destination.

In the late 1800’s, Edward Burne-Jones created a series of paintings titled “The Legend of Briar Rose,” inspired by the classic fairy tale “Sleeping Beauty.”  Burne-Jones’ friend, the poet William Morris, composed verses to accompany each of the paintings. As we all know, in this famous tale Sleeping Beauty and her female attendants fall into deep slumber after Beauty pricks her finger on a magical spindle.

 

Here lies the hoarded love the key
To all the treasure that shall be.
Come, fated hand, the gift to take
And smite the sleeping world awake.

 

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The Rose Bower

The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose.
But lo the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart.

I wanted Virginia and I to have a child, but, her mother tied her tubes due to her head injury. Her ancestors were at the court of Rene d’Anjou. There is no good youtube program on him. What a disgrace. No wonder Europe falls to a moron and Putin.

Virginia’s family hid their valuables in the basement of this castle we see above during the French Revolution. Many of her blood ties went to the Guillotine. I have a narrated video of Virginia wandering about picking up cigarette in the park.

“Lady’s and gentleman. Here we see a woman who is heir to the French throne walking about picking up cigarette butts the pigs have tossed about. Who would do it if not the French Royals?”

I don’t give a rat’s ass how many bad guys James Bond shoots, in my book, he is missing the point. Virginia is one of the bravest people I know. She was on a college excursion when the van got in a terrible wreck. They pulled her out from under a dead student, a young man. She was in a coma for 28 days.  Most of her ability to remember, is gone. She would leave her infant in a bathtub. Rena has a million poems in her head. These two women, are Victory Bond.

Virginia was twenty when the major part of her life, ended. The brilliance that got left behind came into my reclusive ways. I successfully pushed everyone away, but, Virginia. She wanted to know who she was. She wanted me to help her find herself. I became devoted to her. I thought I was there at her beck and call. But, I could not be, not all of me, for the place where we make and keep our sense of endearment, was missing, left behind, on the highway to Coos Bay.

We are all damaged. I fell in love with Lara Roozemond, for she speaks of being damaged. She pens poems about being broken, cut off, somehow, some way. She is my inspiration for Victoria Bond. World Honesty…………hangs by a thread.

John Presco 007

Joaquin Miller And Emma Brown

   

I learned yesterday that Joaquin Miller proposed to Pre-Raphaelite Muse, Emma Hill, who became the wife of Ford Maddox Brown. Joaquin spent some time in Maddox’s famous home at 37 Fitzroy Street that is regrettably owned by Scientology. Some of the greatest artists, poets, and writers of Britain met here, especially the Pre-Raphaelites, of which I declared I was one in 1969. I shared these artists with my late sister, the world famous artist known as ‘Rosamond’ who took up art in 1972. I have posthumously titled Christine a Pre-Raphaelite Artist. One of the artists that spent time at William Morris whom had a great influence on J.L. Tolkien. The painting Brown rendered are moviesque. I will try to get the director of my movie ‘Hromund’ to use the work of the Pre-Raphaelites.

Joaquin Miller was friends with William Michael Rossetti, and his brother, Gabriele. William married Lucy Maddox Brown. If Joaquin had married Emma, then he would be kin to the most literary and creative people in the West. For years I have been trying to get City Manager, Neil Laudati, interested in making Springfield Oregon, the Home of the Pre-Raphaelites, because the Miller family lived down the road apiece, and were Oregon Pioneers. My family knows nothing about this history. Since Christine’s death, Drew Benton, Shannon Rosamond, and Shamus Dundon have not written and published ONE WORD about the Artists and Writers in their family, yet, they claim so much! This is an astounding Creative Legacy that will be recognized by Great Britain, once they are made aware of it.

I modeled Royal Rosamond Press after The Germ. I elevated the famous commercial success of Drew and Shannon’s mother, and I have never been thanked. Christine said she owed her success to me, her teacher. The proof of this is evident.

Yoni Noguchi was at the Fitzroy House and lived with Miller in the Oakland Hills. My family knew Miller who may have modeled his Bohemian enclave after the Pre-Raphaelites and the creative souls who knew the Brown family. Yoni appears to have been a Japanese Spy sent by the Emperor to learn Western Culture through poetry. This is so Tolkienish! Here is the Japanese Bilbo who travels to a strange land and bonds with Gandalf. Joaquin write about their small statue. More of his “brown” people came to the Hights.

So soon after I gave my family a flash of bright light, there are dark problems about why I was not told Vicki died ten days ago. It has been suggested I was both the mother and father to my parents, and my siblings. I have been avoiding the possibility I am……..The Family Giver…………and I have been severely ripped off? Or is it a case of the naughty stupid children hiding everything from their brilliant parent who may be their superior, and a genius. No one but me took the time to learn anything about art, and, literature!

Joaquin Miller was the editor of Eugene’s first newspaper – before there was a Springfield. His brother George married a Cogswell who are the founders of the Eugene Register Guard. There’s newspaper men surrounding the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and Sisterhood. George could have been the brother-in-law of  Emma Hill.

Joaquin put the make on English Women dressed as a cowboy, or, Californian Hippie. He came to conquer – with poetry! I would like to employ Miller’s poetry in my book and movie the same way Tolkien did with the poetry of William Morris. Joaquin did his best to wed English Literature to the Wild West. Joaquin’s influence on the culture of Japan needs a collegiate study. The Invasion of Pearl Harbor may have contained Miller’s poetry.

“The Californians like to laze about all day reading poetry to one another, and painting pretty picture. Then, when the mood strikes them, they roll over on one another and fornicate like beasts. Our Imperial Marines will make quick work of them. Bonsai!”

The Beauty that Joaquin really wanted to roll over one, was Mathilde Blind. But, he met his Waterloo! Alas I think I have found the Teutonic Woman that broke Miller’s heart. Did he propose to Emma after Blind body-slammed his cowboy ass in the Bohemian Cage of Pathos, Life, and Death? Our Orgonian was out of his league. There is no Pathos, here, here! Lucy Maddox Brown did a portrait of Blind.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Madox_Brown

With the passing of my sister my thoughts went to the loneliness of Rena Victoria Easton, my Waterloo. It is this connectivity that motivates and moves these Bohemians across a flowery dance floor seeking first the attention of their Sisters and Brothers. Here are the original Hobbits and Hippies, the timeless root of the New Cooperation.

The other day, when my beloved sister came to me while I took my old man nap, she thanked me! From heaven she could behold the Big Picture now that her artistic siblings allowed her to be a part of. She was – wowed! She could not believe her good fortune, and the great choice she made, to be born from the same Rosy womb!

Are those California poppies? Did Joaquin bring a pot of them, over there, on a ship?

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Copyright 2019

Here is my

George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’.  Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House.  John is my kindred via John Preston who is kin to Jessie Benton Fremont who authored her husband’s journal about his expedition into the Oregon Territory.

Joseph wrote a letter to Rose O’Neal, a Confederate spy. It is alleged Joseph helped Joaquin Miller become the editor of the Eugene City Democratic Register, a pro-slavery newspaper. However, there is no proof of this, or, Miller was for the Confederacy.  Quite the contrary. Joaquin Miller worshipped the ‘Pathfinder’ who was the first Presidential candidate nominated by the Republican Abolitionist Party.   Miller made a folly to Fremont on his property in the Oakland Hills above where my great grandfather, William Stuttmeister, had a farm. William built about forty homes in Fruit Vale, a city that was later incorporated into Oakland. This rock monument supposedly marks the spot where Fremont first got a glimpse of the Golden Gate.

Joaquin wrote a book called ‘City Beautiful’ and appears to be part of that movement.  I suspect his brother George was also, because he lay out the plan for two town, Florence, and Fairmount. Fairmount was in the hills above Eugene between 27th. Ave, and the Willamette. The Mathew Knight Arena is built upon land that once belonged to George.  Was George inspired by his visits to ‘The Hights’  as Joaquin called his Mecca for California Artists and Poets?

The testimony on George’s nameless tombstone, reads

“Promoter Fairmount & Winnemucca to the sea, by Oregon, Lewis & Clark, D.A.R”

What does this mean “Winnemucca to the sea”?  In my novel I write about my 1950 Dodge breaking down in this desert town located on Route 66.  When I got home and on my computer, I read about the building of a from the desert to the sea. But, instead of going to Florence as George Miller intended, this road ended up in Crescent City. The Promoter’s dream, had missed the mark. He died not knowing – they almost got it right!

Folks who believed in George’s dream tried to get a marker honoring him on the Siuslaw River Bridge that Miller also promoted – while he was alive! Miller objected, and I assume left instructions to not include his name on his marker – just his two dreams!  If you don’t know a man’s dream, then, you don’t know the man! Later, someone placed a marker at George’s feet.

I planted two Petunias by the Miller markers.  I had traded some items at  Isabella’s Garden in Brownsville for seven plants.  I saluted George’s Dream that I compared to Fremont’s. Here lie the unsung ‘Pathfinder’ who likened himself to Lewis and Clark.

I had meant to declare myself a Newspaper Man, but, remembered when I came upon a fire in the town of Coburg. It was deliberately set by the fire department. I was in shock to see this beautiful Victorian going up in smoke. I talked to two fire fighters about why the town did not save it. They told me they tried, but, no one wanted it. I am going to investigate, because, I am a reporter for Royal Rosamond Press, a newspaper registered in Lane County.

I then walked into a antique store and asked the proprietor if she had a spindle for sale.  She took me into the back room and showed me three spinning wheels that were once owned by an old woman who recently suffered from three strokes.  I tried to get information about this woman, but, was not given her name.  After seeing a incredible photo of her ancient mother, spinning, the Legend of Sleeping Beauty overcame me!

Alas, I had found her, she not able to communicate after her strokes! In a comatose state, her dream is taken to an antique store, it all in pieces. I am upset, because her history is about to be lost! Did she live in that house that was being burned down? Did she know the Millers, and the Dreamer of Fairmount, the Lost City that is no more, it swallowed up in that ongoing disaster – Eugene City Planning?

Sleeping Beauty was named, Rosamond, my mother’s maiden name. There is Fair Rosamond, and a Floral City by the sea. There is Belmont, a city cofounded by my great grandfather in California. The Cogswell-Miller home in Eugene is surrounded by Rose Trees, Rhodadendrons!

The next day I went to East face of Skinner Butte and looked at the two homes that are associated with John Cogswell and his family.  John is the unsung Founding Father.

 

Kundry Keeper of the Grail

Above is a painting done by my late sister titled ‘Story Teller’. Christine was a good story teller, as was Rosemary and myself. This gift ran in the family. What is astounding, is, that the ghost writer Stacey Pierrot hired, claims there exist very few of Christine Rosamond’s words, and thus Tom snyder does not include but a handful. This contradicts what Pierrot said in 1997, that Christine was dictating her life story to Sanda Faulkner. If there exist words by the Rose of the World, then Pierrot can not now proudce them lest she be titled a ‘Story Teller’. I laugh!

Story Teller can be titled ‘Kundry and the Flower Maidens’. Kundry is depicted as a Mary Magdalene, who in turn is depicted as a Grail Lineage from Jesus that begat a royal and divine race. Kundry is called ‘The Rose of Hades’ a name that can be applied to Orpheus and his wife, Eurydice. The photograph of Rena Christiansen, that was used for a Oktoberfest poster at the University of Nebraska, would make a excellent Kundry. Indeed, Rena and her boyfriend engaged in the black arts, which I would push out of her being atop a mountain.

Rena is the Silent Muse of Christine Rosamond, daughter of Rosemary, granddaughter of Maryly Magdalene Rosamond. Yesterday I had lunch with Marilyn Reed who has agreed to help raise Rosamond’s Creative Legacy from hell. She will help sell Rosamond’s images of beautiful women for my two nieces, and act as my agent in seeking a publisher and a producer of a great story – that needs to be told!

Members of the Rosemond family in Holland were Swan Brethren. Lohengrin was a Knight of the Swan. His father, Parsifal, encounters Kundry and the Flower Maidens who hold the secret of the Grail that is needed to save King Arthur’s kingdom. Christine and I were Flower Children.
I have been on the bus!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

http://www.magpictures.com/magictrip/

It is in her winter aspect that Eriu appears in the story of Niall, and it is in her spring aspect that she appears in the tale of Conn, in which she offers the hero drink from a golden cup.

Herodias, Magdalen and Prakriti
ike the young Parsifal, the wild woman has many names. The many elements in Wagner’s Kundry included another archetype found in literature from the Middle Ages onwards: the Wandering Jew. In Wagner’s poem, Kundry becomes a reincarnation of Herodias who, because she had laughed at the Saviour’s suffering, was cursed to wander through the world until His return. She is not only cursed to wander, but also always to tell the truth; and she cannot weep, only laugh her accursed laugh. Another Herodias can be found in Heine’s poem Atta Troll; this former princess of Judea does not wander the world, but rides, laughing, with the Wild Hunt across the sky. She appears as a cruel rose in Mallarmé’s Les fleurs

n her Cambridge Handbook, Lucy Beckett entirely misses the point of the Herodias reference, but makes an interesting observation about the reference to Mary Magdalen. Beckett reminds us that in 1848 Wagner had sketched a scenario for a play called Jesus of Nazareth, which includes a scene in which the penitent Magdalen kneels in repentance before Jesus on the shore of Lake Gennesareth; later in the play she was to anoint his head and wash his feet, just as Kundry does toward Parsifal in the opera. Although Wagner repeatedly denied that Parsifal was a Christ- figure (I never gave the Saviour a thought, he said), this image had stayed with him and was incorporated by him into the Good Friday scene.

n Die Sieger, an opera that Wagner never completed, a chaste young man called Ananda receives into the religious community a beautiful girl called Prakriti, who has passionately loved him; but Shakyamuni, the future Buddha persuades him to renounce her. The Buddha reveals that in an earlier incarnation, Prakriti had rejected, with mocking laughter, the love of a young man. Prakriti is a parallel to Mary Magdalen in the sense that both are outcasts. By absorbing these two outcast women, in their different ways excluded and despised by patriarchal societies, who by their associations with the Buddha and Christ respectively introduce further religious iconography to Wagner’s drama, Kundry gained a further dimension

Arise! Arise! To me!
Your master calls you, nameless one,
First she-devil! Rose of Hades!
Herodias were you, and what else?
Gundryggia then, Kundry here!
Come here! Come here now, Kundry!
Your master calls: arise!

e triumphant youth finds himself in a wondrous garden, surrounded by beautiful and seductive Flower-maidens. They call to him and entwine themselves about him while chiding him for wounding their lovers (“Komm, komm, holder Knabe!”). They soon fight and bicker amongst themselves to win his singular devotion, to the point that he is about flee, but then a voice calls out, “Parsifal!” He now recalls this name is what his mother used when appearing in his dreams. The Flower-maidens back away from him and call him a fool as they leave Parsifal and Kundry alone.
He wonders if this Garden is a dream and asks how it is that Kundry knows his name. Kundry tells him she learned it from his mother (“Ich sah das Kind an seiner Mutter Brust.”), who had loved him and tried to shield him from his father’s fate; the mother he had abandoned and who had finally died of grief. She reveals many parts of Parsifal’s history to him and he is stricken with remorse, blaming himself for his mother’s death. He thinks himself very stupid to have forgotten her. Kundry says this realization is a first sign of understanding and that, with a kiss, she can help him understand his mother’s love. As they kiss Parsifal suddenly recoils in pain and cries out Amfortas’ name: he feels the wounded king’s pain burning in his own side, and now understands Amfortas’ passion during the Grail Ceremony (“Amfortas! Die Wunde! Die Wunde!”) Filled with this compassion, Parsifal rejects Kundry.
Furious that her ploy has failed, Kundry tells Parsifal that if he can feel compassion for Amfortas, then he can feel compassion for her as well. She has been cursed for centuries, unable to rest, because she saw the Savior on the cross and laughed. Now she can never weep, only laugh, and she is enslaved to Klingsor as well. Parsifal rejects her again but then asks her to lead him to Amfortas. She begs him to stay with her for just one hour, and then she will lead him to Amfortas. When he still refuses, she curses him to wander without ever finding the Kingdom of the Grail, and finally she calls on her master to help her.
Klingsor appears and throws the Spear at Parsifal but it stops in midair, above his head. Parsifal takes it and makes the sign of the Cross. The castle crumbles and as he leaves the scene, he tells Kundry that she knows where she can find him again.

Unicorn tapestries, tarot trumps, medieval watermarks and numerous paintings contain symbols that point directly to the “Great Secret” – the Heresy of the Holy Grail – discussed at length in The Woman with the Alabaster Jar (Bear and Company, 1993).
It is these fossils lodged in the art and literature of the Middle Ages that were the vessels of the heresy, amazingly resilient in the face of adversity and suppression. The Great Secret survived with incredible tenacity because the truth of the Sacred Union that imaged the Divine as partners was rooted in the Scriptures themselves, affirmed by legend and lore and cherished in the hearts of the people.
It has now resurfaced at the threshold of the third millennium Domini, most recently in The Da Vinci Code that cites Holy Blood, Holy Grail and The Woman with the Alabaster Jaras two of its major sources of inspiration for Magdalene’s story.
In reclaiming Magdalene as the “chalice” of the sangraal,we reclaim the Sacred Partnership set at the very heart of the Christian story, “the cornerstone the builders rejected.”
Let us build the “kingdom of God” with this as the foundation stone for a new dispensation of inclusive and egalitarian principles that embrace the entire human family – “in memory of her.”

http://www.grailladyfaire.com/

It appears that the noble intentions of the Grail Company in the Western world are intimately linked to the central Buddhist tradition of the far East.
The Flemish Connection
As noted in the previous lesson, with the passing of the Grail to Lohengrin, the legend shifts to Flanders — in modern terms, the Benelux countries, Belgium, Netherlands, and Luxembourg. Wolfram sets up this part of the story by a careful orchestration of dynastic links. Prince Kaylet of Castile, a cousin of Parzival´s father Gahmuret, rejected a young woman named Elize. During the great tournament where Gahmuret met Herzeloyde, Elize was claimed by a knight from Flanders, Duke Lambekin of Brabant and Hainaut. Elize was a Gascon princess from the border of France and Spain, across from Castilia. Her marriage with Duke Lambekin formed a dynastic link between Gascon-Castilia region and Flanders.
From the Middle Ages onward there were close ties between Spain and the Lowlands. In fact, Flanders was for a time under Spanish rule. Flemish soldiers who visited Spain during the rule of Hapsburg Emperor Charles V (Charles I of Spain, reigned 1516 – 56) became known for their physical largeness and crude manners. The soldiers were considered to be “roughhouses” or “road house” types. When Spanish gypsies emerged as a distinct class in the 18th Century, they were observed to have a similar style, a roadhouse or rowdy manner. The local populace loosely applied the racial term (an insult, really) for the soldiers — Flamencos, “Flemings” — to the gypsies and, by extension, to their wild, outrageous manner of dancing. So it came about that the Andalucian art of Flamenco, to many people the very signature of Spain, is called by a Flemish name.
The Flemish connection figures centrally in the story of Lohengrin, the Swan Knight. After Parzival renounced the kingship of the Grail, he gave some special instructions to his son who proceeded to Hainaut and Brabant, following the dynastic link to which Wolfram alludes: the marriage of Princess Alize to Duke Lambekin.
At the end of the 12th century, Wolfram drew the elements of the Grail story in part from the unfinished work of Chretien de Trois. The town of Trois is in the province of Champagne in France, southwest of the Lowlands (a car journey of about five hours). Chretien was known to have composed the Grail story for his patron, Philipe of Flanders, as things were done in those times. Interestingly, the literary provenance of the Grail story links it to the Lowlands at the close of the 12th Century, between 1185 and 1206, and the actual historical events that reflect the story also point to this region, but two centuries earlier. Lotharingia or Lorraine originally extended northward into the Lowlands (Lower Lotharingia) and southward into Alsace (Upper Lotharingia). I presume the key moment of Parzival´s quest to have been 968 CE, and the time of Lohengrin to have been the end of the 10th Century, around 985 CE. Specific celestial designs signal these moments.

http://www.metahistory.org/GRAIL/SwanKnight.php

The Promoter of Fairmont

 

The Lost Promoter of Fairmount

March 17, 2014

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George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’.  Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House.  John is my kindred via John Preston who is kin to Jessie Benton Fremont who authored her husband’s journal about his expedition into the Oregon Territory.

Joseph wrote a letter to Rose O’Neal, a Confederate spy. It is alleged Joseph helped Joaquin Miller become the editor of the Eugene City Democratic Register, a pro-slavery newspaper. However, there is no proof of this, or, Miller was for the Confederacy.  Quite the contrary. Joaquin Miller worshipped the ‘Pathfinder’ who was the first Presidential candidate nominated by the Republican Abolitionist Party.   Miller made a folly to Fremont on his property in the Oakland Hills above where my great grandfather, William Stuttmeister, had a farm. William built about forty homes in Fruit Vale, a city that was later incorporated into Oakland. This rock monument supposedly marks the spot where Fremont first got a glimpse of the Golden Gate.

Joaquin wrote a book called ‘City Beautiful’ and appears to be part of that movement.  I suspect his brother George was also, because he lay out the plan for two town, Florence, and Fairmount. Fairmount was in the hills above Eugene between 27th. Ave, and the Willamette. The Mathew Knight Arena is built upon land that once belonged to George.  Was George inspired by his visits to ‘The Hights’  as Joaquin called his Mecca for California Artists and Poets?

The testimony on George’s nameless tombstone, reads

“Promoter Fairmount & Winnemucca to the sea, by Oregon, Lewis & Clark, D.A.R”

What does this mean “Winnemucca to the sea”?  In my novel I write about my 1950 Dodge breaking down in this desert town located on Route 66.  When I got home and on my computer, I read about the building of a from the desert to the sea. But, instead of going to Florence as George Miller intended, this road ended up in Crescent City. The Promoter’s dream, had missed the mark. He died not knowing – they almost got it right!

Folks who believed in George’s dream tried to get a marker honoring him on the Siuslaw River Bridge that Miller also promoted – while he was alive! Miller objected, and I assume left instructions to not include his name on his marker – just his two dreams!  If you don’t know a man’s dream, then, you don’t know the man! Later, someone placed a marker at George’s feet.

I planted two Petunias by the Miller markers.  I had traded some items at  Isabella’s Garden in Brownsville for seven plants.  I saluted George’s Dream that I compared to Fremont’s. Here lie the unsung ‘Pathfinder’ who likened himself to Lewis and Clark.

I had meant to declare myself a Newspaper Man, but, remembered when I came upon a fire in the town of Coburg. It was deliberately set by the fire department. I was in shock to see this beautiful Victorian going up in smoke. I talked to two fire fighters about why the town did not save it. They told me they tried, but, no one wanted it. I am going to investigate, because, I am a reporter for Royal Rosamond Press, a newspaper registered in Lane County.

I then walked into a antique store and asked the proprietor if she had a spindle for sale.  She took me into the back room and showed me three spinning wheels that were once owned by an old woman who recently suffered from three strokes.  I tried to get information about this woman, but, was not given her name.  After seeing a incredible photo of her ancient mother, spinning, the Legend of Sleeping Beauty overcame me!

Alas, I had found her, she not able to communicate after her strokes! In a comatose state, her dream is taken to an antique store, it all in pieces. I am upset, because her history is about to be lost! Did she live in that house that was being burned down? Did she know the Millers, and the Dreamer of Fairmount, the Lost City that is no more, it swallowed up in that ongoing disaster – Eugene City Planning?

Sleeping Beauty was named, Rosamond, my mother’s maiden name. There is Fair Rosamond, and a Floral City by the sea. There is Belmont, a city cofounded by my great grandfather in California. The Cogswell-Miller home in Eugene is surrounded by Rose Trees, Rhodadendrons!

The next day I went to East face of Skinner Butte and looked at the two homes that are associated with John Cogswell and his family.  John is the unsung Founding Father.

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For two weeks I have been taking on the housing system and have talked with Eugene City Manager, Jon Reus, about plans for the University of Oregon to tear down houses in a historic neighborhood. I will meet with a agent for a large real estate company about Homeless Vets and a way to get poor folks into homes. This includes Students.

http://247wallst.com/economy/2014/03/29/how-student-loans-are-a-big-drag-on-the-economy/

Colleges and Banks work together to Front-run your children’s dreams. They pool young folks together with the promise of a education, a good job, and a nice home. Then the money lender swoop in and put them in debt for life! We have to turn this around. Get our children in their own home – and then they go to college with a reverse loan!

You don’t have to fatten up the bankers to send your kids to college. Just send them to me! I will give them the bottom line on ‘The Dream’ I will lead them like Gandalf against the Orcs. I will be talking with this real estate agent about creating a virtual reality real real estate land, a real Farmville, called ‘Brownsville’ and ‘Fairmount’ founded by George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller who read his poems before royaty and was invited to have dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites. I am not just authoring the next Ring Legend, and I living it!

Radical plans to stop rich overseas residents who live outside the EU buying British houses – as well as tight restrictions on them acquiring “newbuild” properties as investments – will be published in a report by a leading rightwing thinktank on Monday.

After finding the neglected tombstone of George Melvin Miller, a story ran on the news about cottages and possible barracks being torn down on Columbia Terrace in Eugene to make way for a large building that will process food for the University of Oregon. I am certain these residences sit upon land that was once owned by George Miller, and his partner, University of Oregon Professor, John Straub. This might constitute the first partnership between the UofO and residential land development which in itself is historic and should be preserved because this relationship has been controversial and needs to be studied. If this study is conducted after the homes are torn down, then there will forever be a gaping wound for the future to see.

George Miller platted Florence, and was the promoter of this fair city by the sea. George was the promoter of the Winnemucca to the Sea highway which is connected to the famous Route 66. But, more stunning than this, there is much evidence George was inspired by his brother who had a home in the Oakland Hills he called ‘The Hights’. Here was an outdoor salon for poets and artists who came from all over the world. Joaquin Miller planted thousands of three in the bare hills from where you could see the city lights of San Francisco. There were cable cars on rails, like the rails you can still see making their way up the hills of Fairmount to Hendrick’s Park and the Rhododendron gardens.

Miller and Joaquin promoted the Rhododendron Festival in Florence. Joaquin co-founded the Bohemian Club that met in the redwood groves near the Russian River. Here famous authors and artist met once a year. Jack London and George Sterling were promoters of the Bohemian Life. They made Carmel by the Sea what it is today. My famous sister, Christine Rosamond, has a gallery here. My late sister married into the historic Benton family who fought to keep the Oregon Territory out of British hands. My grandfathers founded the city of Belmont south of San Francisco.

The Stuttmeisters had an orchard just below the Hights. Joaquin would carry my father in his lap when he went with my grandmother to SF on the trolley. My kindred built forty new homes on new streets they named after trees. Did George meet these developers we see having a picnic in the redwood groves in the Oakland Hills.

When we were young the Presco children would call Juanita Miller on the phone and pretend we had a broken heart. George’s niece was known as the ‘White Witch’ and gave advice to the sick at heart. I lived at the Stoneridge apartment on 19th. and Harris for twelve years. I would take walks in the nearby hills and feel right at home. I now wonder if George borrowed the architecture of Oakland, and transplanted them to Fairmount. If so, then we are looking at a historic link between the Bay Area and Eugene that needs to broadcast rather than diminished.

Then I went to look at where Eugene built his log cabin. My late adopted son, Hollis Williams lived across the street in a unit reserved for Homeless Veterans. For fifteen years Hollis worked at Agra Pac, and could not get hired after it close down. H took me to a company picnic held in a park.

Hollis was a Dreamer. This is why he was loved by many. He would crawl out from under a bridge where he slept many a cold night, and walk into Safeway, he all smiles, he already talking about his dream he wanted to belong to everyone. When it was certain he would be getting some Social Security money, he wanted to buy me some Disney Stock from a broker in the mall.  He also wanted to invest in Doug Hennesy’s unfinished movie we were an extra in.  Two months  after Hud-Vash got him into a apartment,  Hollis died.  Being homeless for ten years was listed as one of the causes.

It was Hollis who talked me into opening an account at Selco. I used to title H “The Real Mayor of Springfield” because he always knew your name, and greeted you with a smile. When I was in Selco last Thursday,  I was greeted by the winning smile of Kate Young who had a table set up for the company she works for, Windemere Real Estate. I sat down and told he about my dream that was hatched in Brownsville the day before.  She got onboard and furthered my inspiration down the road. When I learned Windemere has a foundation that helps the homeless, I suggested we meet again. You can see Kate’s video below, the last one.

While filming at the Butte, a Veteran of the United States Air Force, came outside and was talking about the two eagles he just saw.  They were flying in formation, side by side, then, one peeled off.

The Dream……………….lives on!

Jon Presco

Reporter for Royal Rosamond Press

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Fairmount

The Residential Architecture in Eugene Oregon, 1850 to 1950, Multiple Property Submission (MPS) was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000. Portions of the text below were adapted from a copy of the original nomination document. [†] Adaptation copyright © 2011, The Gombach Group.

The Fairmount neighborhood in east Eugene had its beginnings as the Town of Fairmount, platted and dedicated by George Melvin Miller and Professor John Straub in 1890. Fairmount was officially incorporated in 1892. Named after Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park, it was envisioned as the ideal suburb to the University of Oregon and an instrumental link between Eugene and Springfield. Fairmount was annexed to the City of Eugene in 1904.

The neighborhood is relatively large and diverse. It is situated between the University of Oregon and Agate Street on the west and the ridgeline of Judkins Point on the east. The north end of the neighborhood is bounded by the Willamette River; the south boundary is more irregular, reaching as far as East 27th Avenue in the southwest corner and winding its way along the contours to Henricks Park, which is included in the area, in the southeast corner. Subsequent additions to the large area designated by the original town of Fairmount plat included Fairmount Heights in 1910 and the First Addition to Fairmount Heights in 1925.

Although there was development in the area during the 19th century, the vast majority of the houses were constructed between 1900 and about 1940. Some in-filling has occurred since that time. House sizes vary, ranging from comfortable small-family homes to large, elegant houses built for prominent Eugene families. Examples of many architectural styles can be found in the neighborhood although bungalows were by far the most popular, rivaled only by 20th Century Period Revival styles. Several houses in the Fairmount neighborhood were designed by local architects.

The neighborhood’s proximity to the University of Oregon made Fairmount a desirable neighborhood for faculty and staff. Originally, Miller had hoped to locate the Siuslaw and Eastern Railway connection to the Southern Pacific line in Fairmount, but was unable to deliver. Rail transportation was established, however, when the University line of the street railway system was expanded into the Fairmount Loop, which made a wide circle through the neighborhood (a small section of track along Columbia Street has been preserved and is listed as a local landmark). This accessibility to the neighborhood, further enhanced by the early improvements of streets for automobile transportation, made it a desirable neighborhood for many professionals and merchant class families during the Motor Age.

Development of businesses in the neighborhood was encouraged, although the neighborhood continued to be primarily residential. A few businesses were established in the neighborhood, located primarily along or near Franklin Boulevard. The neighborhood also included churches and schools. The Fairmount Presbyterian Church (the oldest extant church structure in Eugene), located on the corner of E. 15th and Villard, was constructed in 1895. The Fairmount Church of Christ, built in about 1930, was located on E. 17th Street. Condon School was constructed in 1909 for elementary students in the neighborhood. In 1924, Theodore Roosevelt Junior High School was built on Agate Street at East 18th Avenue. When Roosevelt School relocated to a new site, the building was converted to an elementary school and renamed Condon School (the original Condon School was demolished at that time). The building is now known as Agate Hall and is owned and used by the University of Oregon.

The neighborhood is notable for its wide tree-lined streets and public parks. Villard Street is a 100-foot wide boulevard with a planting strip separating the lanes of traffic. In 1908, over 1000 trees were ordered for planting in the neighborhood. Lindens were planted on Columbia, horse chestnuts on Moss and Orchard, maples on Villard and Fairmount, and walnuts on Walnut. Elm trees were planted along Agate Street in 1909. Many of these trees survive today. In 1906, T.G. Hendricks donated ten (10) acres of land for a public park (what is now a portion of Hendricks Park). Washburne Park, originally the gardens and lawns of the Washburne residence, was donated to the city for use as a public park by Mrs. Carl Washburne.

Commercial development along Franklin Boulevard has continued to chip away at the north edge of the neighborhood. As the University of Oregon expanded, it grew in an easterly direction, taking with it a portion of the historic neighborhood, a pattern of growth that continues to encroach on the historic fabric of Fairmount Although development pressure appears to be limited to these issues at present, the neighborhood’s proximity to the university makes it ripe for high-density development.

There are only two houses in the neighborhood that are listed on the National Register. These are the Charles S. Williams House (1973 Garden Way) and the Howard Hall House (1991 Garden Way). There are additional houses identified in the neighborhood that may be eligible for listing as individual resources. A portion of the neighborhood has also been identified as potentially eligible as a historic district.

† Michelle L. Dennis, Historic Preservation Consultant, Residential Architecture in Eugene Oregon, 1850 to 1950, nomination document, 2000, National Park Service, National Register of Historic Places, Washington, D.C.

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Street Names: 13th Avenue East, 15th Avenue East, 17th Avenue East, 19th Avenue East, 23rd Avenue East, 25th Avenue East, 26th Avenue East, 27th Avenue East, 28th Avenue East, 29th Avenue East, Agate Street, Alta Vista Court, Arline Way, Birch Lane, Capital Drive, Central Boulevard, Cherry Grove Street, Chula Vista Drive, Columbia Alley, Columbia Street, Cresta De Ruta Street, Elk Avenue, Fairmount Boulevard, Franklin Boulevard, Garden Avenue, Highland Drive, Laurelwood Lane, Longview Drive, Madrona Drive, McMorran Street, Millrace Drive, Mission Avenue, Moon Lee Lane, Moss Alley, Moss Street, Oak Grove Drive, Orchard Alley, Orchard Street, Parkside Drive, Rose Lane, Route 126, Route 99, Spring Boulevard, Summit Avenue, Sunset Drive, Villard Alley, Villard Street, Walnut Alley, Walnut Street, Woodland Drive, Woodlawn Avenue

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In the 1950s, ranchers in harsh northern Nevada imagined a straight-shot drive to the California redwoods, where trees soared to the clouds and the ocean mist cooled the air. But the route hadn’t been fully paved.

Hopeful minds went to work, and many handshakes later the Winnemucca to the Sea Highway was born. The 494-mile-long ribbon of blacktop never gained the acclaim its boosters imagined, but today, on two-lane roads, the route links a handful of colorful towns in Nevada’s Great Basin to the wineries and mountain resorts of Oregon and the rugged California coast. The trip can take a couple of days—or a couple of weeks.

The highway begins at a bend in the Humboldt River, where the town of Winnemucca, Nev., has bloomed on the site of an early wagon train camp. A hundred years ago, Basque sheepherders migrated here to work in the nearby hills. In wintertime they took lodging at the 1898 Martin Hotel, gathering in the big dining room for meals. Today the menu remains the same, from starters of rich soup and tangy salad to plates of sweetbreads, lamb, and rib eye—all washed down with carafes of simple wine.

The road’s longest segment came to be labeled Highway 140, and that’s where, north of Winnemucca, you turn west from U.S. 95, and the hum of traffic fades as you cruise into the Quinn River Valley and its framing mountain vistas. It is land suitable for Zane Grey or the Lone Ranger—vast and silent beneath eggshell skies.

As you cross into Oregon, the Denio Junction appears in a cottonwood oasis. Stop for a burger and fries; it will be some time before you see a restaurant again. Soon the road enters the Sheldon National Wildlife Refuge and climbs a rise near a deep crack in the earth called Thousand Creek Gorge. Hike to the rim, and you can stomach-crawl on sun-warmed rock to peer down at the sinuous creek.

Nearby lie the Dufurrena Ponds, where sandhill cranes and other migrating birds feed and anglers catch largemouth bass. Rocks near here yield fire opals; at the Royal Peacock mine, May 15 through fall, you can dig for your own sparkling cache.

“Sage-brush is very fair fuel,” wrote Mark Twain in his memorable chronicle Roughing It, “but as a vegetable it is a distinguished failure.” The pronghorn antelope of Sheldon Refuge would disagree. They find plenty of sagebrush to eat on the 900-square-mile spread. From a distance, the tawny ungulates resemble white-tailed deer—until they run. Springing across the plains on slender legs, they can sprint 40 miles per hour.

Pronghorn share the terrain with wild mustangs, burros, and bighorn sheep, whose hoof marks pock the site’s side roads. Lucky travelers might spot a herd of big-horn scrambling across the highway near Adel, Ore., east of Lakeview.

Adel is even smaller than Denio, but its combined store, saloon, and café is large in atmosphere. Duck inside to see vintage saddles dangling like chandeliers and to get a close look at taxidermy mounts of animals that roam the region. Farther into Oregon, big animals give way to big mountains. West of pretty Upper Klamath Lake, the volcanic summit of Mount McLoughlin looms over the southern Cascade Range. Here you can disappear among fir trees on the 9.3 mile High Lakes Trail, wide enough to accommodate wheelchairs. Both the High Lakes Trail and the highway pass rustic Lake of the Woods. Come the warm months, you can rent a canoe or kayak—or a cabin.

Farther west, the road drops into the Rogue River Valley, where the city of Medford anchors a landscape of rolling hills and tabletop bluffs. Stop by the Rogue Creamery and the fruit store Harry & David, or sip luscious syrah and claret at the locals’ hot spot, RoxyAnn Winery, set inside Hillcrest Orchard.

As the Winnemucca highway joins Interstate 5 it climbs into Grants Pass, a home base for kayak trips on the Rogue River or visits to the Glass Forge, where artists craft whimsical vases.

When the route veers onto Highway 199, you’re nearing redwood heaven. But don’t hurry on. Detour at Cave Junction to Oregon Caves National Monument. While prowling the twisting tunnels, you’ll encounter a minuscule life-form—the white springtail. In a feat as marvelous as the pronghorn’s sprint, the insect catapults itself many times its body length by vaulting off its tiny, folded tail.

In Gasquet, Calif., grab a strawberry milk shake at She-She’s Cafe, then head west into the muscular beauty of the sky-bound conifers in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. Stout Memorial Grove—a 40-acre cathedral of furrowed trunks and waist-high ferns—towers over the meandering Smith River.

It’s just a few miles to Crescent City, where the Pacific unrolls its silvery waves onto amber sand. But the journey’s not over until you’ve had a good meal. At the unpretentious Seascape Restaurant in Trinidad, an easy hour down the coast, you’ll find that the plate of Winnemucca lamb is rivaled by heaps of sautéed scallops, oysters, and shrimp—a mouthwatering gift from the sea.

For information about various stops along the route, go to Winnemuccca to the Sea Highlights.

Fairmount Fairmount is named after Philadelphia’s “Fairmount Park” and was part of the dairy farm of William and Nancy Smith, who established their Donation Land Claim in 1853. By 1889, William Smith began negotiating the sale of 400 acres of his land. In 1890 George Melvin Miller and Professor John Straub purchased 415 acres for the sum of $39,000. On November 4, 1890, the town of Fairmount was platted and dedicated. George Melvin Miller was born near Coburg in 1853. He studied law under Judge Joshua J. Walton and set up a law practice in Eugene and served as the deputy district attorney in 1882-83. He platted the town of Florence in 1887 and was a great promoter of highways, which included Route 126, the main road between Eugene and Florence. Miller envisioned Fairmount as the perfect location for the Lane County seat because of its central location between Springfield and Eugene. Lots began to sell in 1891 and the first post office was established. Fairmount was incorporated in 1892 and Miller launched an aggressive publicity campaign to sell additional lots. By 1894 Miller had concluded his involvement in Fairmount. Condon School was constructed in 1924 and continues in educational use for the University of Oregon as Agate Hall. In 1925 Fairmount Heights was platted and extensive street paving was done to open the area for residential development. Fairmount was annexed to the City of Eugene in 1905. In 1906, T.G. Hendricks donated ten acres of land for a public park, now established as Hendricks Park. By 1907 houses were given street numbers, streetlights, sidewalks and graded streets. In 1907 the streetcar barns for the Eugene trolley were constructed along Franklin and the Fairmount Loop streetcar connected the neighborhood to the Masonic Cemetery, University of Oregon and downtown. Commercial businesses included a sash and door factory, planing mill and furniture factory, a brick yard, two florists and a greenhouse complex, Williams Bakery, two grocery stores and a butcher shop along with filling stations and car lots along Franklin. Following World War II the timber industry of Lane County exceeded agricultural production. New construction was at an all time high and nearly 300 new residences were constructed between 1948 and 1949. In 1950 the Ferry Street Bridge was rebuilt and road improvements were made to Franklin Boulevard, which still remains the major arterial between Eugene and Springfield and an important exit from Interstate 5.

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