The Story of Victoria Presco
Most therapists, and librarians, will agree that withholding vital family information is going to cause problems. I was not told my sister Vicki was dead until seven days after the fact. I got Shannon Rosamond’s excuse why she did not call me – on record! I was not told I had a daughter. I found out Vic was dead – three years after the fact. I was not told my mother was dying – and didn’t get to say goodbye. When I found my child who was disappeared for two years – Shamus Dundon refused to give me a way to contact her! Heather Hanson did not call me and tell me I am a grandfather again – because I am so negative! I just can’t get along with people! Rendering me an outsider – has been the family sport since I can remember. Vic claimed I was not his son, but the offspring of the man Rosemary committed adultery with. He called me ‘Rosemary’s Baby’.
Today is Christine Rosamond Benton’s natal birthday. My sister drowned on her first sober birthday. In AA we do not celebrate our natal birthdays. In my long chats I have been having with Christine’s oldest daughter, Shannon, she told me she has never read Tom Snyder’s biography of her mother. I was shocked. I never got a clear reason why. I gave my niece Raphael’s facebook address and bid her to ask Christine’s best friend if she was invited out to the party at Rocky Point. When I publish this post, I am going to get it to Shannon, and ask her to ask Raphael if she saw people looting my sister’s home after the funeral. She was there! She walked me to my friends car when we left about nine at night. Vicki tells Snyder there was much looting. This is a crime. As named Executor Vicki was responsible – and should have called the police to stop the looting. She should have filed a police report. Can Raphael name the suspected thieves?
Raphael had a crush on me that would not quit. Several times we had a chance to become lovers. The first time was when she was seventeen. Let me tell Raphael this, right now – if we got started – I would have married you – and we would have had children. She was so hot. She is about twenty-six in the photo above. She has so many answers. She would clear my name – in a court of law! I am being accused of being deluded and insane. Shamus came up with the diabolical smokescreen that I wanted to prove Christine was murdered so I could make money off my book. He claims no one had done anything – that even looked like a motive for murder. No one committed any crimes – but me! I am the Family Scapegoat.
In his explication of abused children bio, Tom Snyder says Vic took Christine out to his car and sexually molested her when she was about to turn four. Who gave Tom this idea? He never met Christine. Did Vicki tell him this family secret? Why isn’t this hired ghost writer being accused of being negative – and thus my family should have snubbed him – and not talked to him. The big question is, why did Christine form a partnership with her father in 1986 – knowing he had violated her? How could she trust him? That’s Vic with Shannon at Christine’s house in Pebble Beach. In 1991 Mark Presco called me and said Vic Raped Shannon, and our sister is trying to get him to pay for Shannon’s therapy. I called the police. They told me only the victim could file charges. She never did. How many other crimes was Vic forgiven of – so my family can be positive?
When I saw my daughter for the first time, I told her and her mother to stay away form all members of my family because they are – TELLING LIES. I told them my autobiography would tell the truth, and redeem the two creative members of OUR family – and WE will go forward into a New Dawn! I told them my family will try to lure my daughter sway from me – to get her in Snyders book. Patrice Hanson suggested two books would not be a bad thing. I suspect Patice called Tom, and Tom gave my daughter’s mother Vicki’s number. Here is the question they asked my sister;
“Is it true, that Christine was murdered like John says?”
Rosamond’s fans still contact me and want to know what rally happened at Rocky Point. Here is Raphael’s facebook. Contact her yourself! Ask her about the looting and the party.
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”
What “family members” and “others”? All the looting took place the day before when I was kept away. As for other, my good friend, Micahel Harkins attended Christine’s funeral in an official capacity. He had done PI for the famous San Francisco Detective, Bill Lindhart. Michael was a god friend of Jim Morrison and his friend, the famous Beat Poet, Michael McClure seen walking before Jim and throwing the bird. Oliver Stone’s people asked Michael to give them some antidotes for that lousy film, and Michael gave them the bird.
I¡¯ve been thinking about the apparent conflict in regard to the
biography. Perhaps there is information I don¡¯t have but it seems to me that a biography written by the brother would be a very different book from a very different perspective than one written by an outsider and so there would be room for the creation of both of them. I know when I am really interested in someone or something, I like to get my hands on as many resources as possible to get information from a variety of points of view. So I don¡¯t see that it needs to be an either/or situation. But, as I said, perhaps there is something I don¡¯t know that you do. We can talk about it more. Tom Snyder seems like a really nice guy also. It seems he is supportive of you and he definitely played an important part in connecting you with Heather and that is important and not to be ignored.
Before the funeral I noticed Raphael was writing something. I asked her what she was doing. She was authoring an epitaph. I wondered why I was not asked to speak. I had found Royal’s poem in the box of old photographs that Christine was given to use as models for works of art. Standing on the stoop with my mother, I showed her her father’s poem, and told her I am going to read it. She looked at me with disgust, and said;
“That would be highly inappropriate!
I was shocked. I was about to highly disagree when I recalled my agreement with my Detective friend, to avoid all NEGATIVE encounters. I did not get to speak at my sister’s funeral. Google who speaks at funeral and see how inappropriate Rosemary was. I was shocked when Shannon was a little critical of this blog. I brought up a good point. I told her after twenty-six years she, Drew, Shamus, and Vicki….did not publish one sentence about how they felt about our kin, Christine. There is not one word from me in Snyder’s book. If Patrice Hanson had not disappeared my new muse for two years, then there would be plenty of OUR words in MY BOOK! How dare Heather say she had to cut me out of her life because I was….THE NEGATIVE FACTOR!
Below is the portrait of Christine and I. No one did Rosamond’s portrait when she was alive. Our faces are blank because we were members of Alcoholics ANONYMOUS at the same time – while alive! That is Marilyn in the pic who wrote a page of her memories that will be in my book. I include the poem inspired by Belle Burch -written two hours after I met her. I did a sketch of her. This poem is one of the things I sent Belle when we met, and I got her e-mail. She is an artist. I put her next to a famous women artist. For doing this Alley Valkyrie threatened to destroy my reputation – along with Kim Haffner, who closes out this post with her totally ugly and negative input.
Someone in a facedbook colorized Royal, the namesake of my newspaper, and showed me an ap where I can learn to do this. Here is my Birth of Venus.
by Royal Rosamond
The tide was low today, my love
A cadence of the sea was wrought
In melancholy strain, and low and fraught
With whisperings of your name above
The deep sea song!
A shell that lured along the shore
Whispered; “I love you evermore!”
I wrote your name upon the sands –
Would that I traced with gentle hands –
The minor chords were wont to spell
The tide is high tonight, my dear.
The rock-bound shore loves the wave
But sends it dying to its grave.
The low base notes vie with the fear
The wind send on
The all-encircling gloom
Descended o’er old ocean’s tomb!
Your name is gone tonight, my love:
The angry surge rushed in above.
It cries aloud, with sea gull’s shrill
“I love you still!”
A Rose Among The Woodwose
When I left Belle in Ken Kesey Square, I couldn’t wait to get home and look at our video. I am wondering why I did not ask her to dinner, or, bring her home with me. If I were twenty-four, I would have done both these things, then, took her to my bed! This is why I ran away her. On the onramp, I realized Belle may not call me, ever, and, I will never see her again! My heart is racing! I lost my chance! I open the window out shout down to her;
I am twenty-four again. These are the best hours of my life. I get home and do a quick sketch of Belle. Then I begin my epic poem to her, to show her, that she seriously inspires me. When we meet again. I wanted – proof!
When I was a gifted youth
I do not recall if I studied the artist Sandro Botticelli.
When a man
I wrote my version of ‘The Birth of Venus’
and did a painting of my muse
coming out of the sea.
I must have neglected this great Renaissance Artist,
and his beloved Muse – until now!
But, Since I beheld her, my Belle
and compared her to Simonetta Cattaneo de Candia Vespucci,
do I now behold all the clues of the petals
and the thread
that have brought me through the labyrinth of time,
to adore her once again.
And she recognizes me!
Centuries ago I was buried at her feet
in order to continue my long vigilance,
for she was only asleep.
One day she will awaken, and the City of Flowers
will again bask in her unapparelled beauty.
Bella! Mon Belle!
Following the Renaissance of the Miller Brothers
to the top of the hill in the lost city of Fairmount,
I came to the crossroads of time.
When I saw the intersection of Flora and Fairmount,
I knew it would be a matter of days
before I was with my Sleeping Belle, once again,
once upon a time
She is the one I came here for.
After finding the lost tombstone of George Melvin Miller,
the founder of Florence,
I began to see the grand design.
When she came across the piazza de Keasy
while the minstrel sang a song by the Grateful Dead
I had my rose at ready.
When I handed it to her
I heard the lovers complain
Where is my Belle Rose!
This is the Renaissance Rose
that my ancestor employed to write his name,
When I told Belle what kind of work I do,
I described my painting of a woman coming out of the sea.
Many have asked me who she is. Now, I can say;
“She is Belle, the most beautiful woman in Florence.”
We will go there, soon,
to behold the sea, a shell, and the foam
at La Giostra
a jousting tournament was held at the Piazza Santa Croce.
The gallant knight, Giuliano
entered the field bearing a banner
on which was a picture of Simonetta as a helmeted Pallas Athene
Her image was painted by Botticelli himself.
Underneath was the French inscription
La Sans Pareille, meaning “The unparalleled one”.
From then on Simonetta became known
as the most beautiful woman in Florence,
the most beautiful woman of the Renaissance.
I salute thee!