Royal’s Montana Stories
Posted on July 7, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
My grandfather lived in Montana.
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The Montana Rose
Posted on June 16, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am poised to BRAND Rena Easton ‘The Montana Rose’. This is what she wanted when she composed her Christmas letter to me. I made a mistake by upstaging her self-branding that most women are engaged in. I didn’t quite get this until I looked at Lerona Rosamond Morris’ book ‘When East Meets West’ that I got in the mail yesterday. As a woman historian she promises to BRAND Tulsa Oklahoma and the entire State with a ‘Rose of the World’ rose that she places on her husbands airplane. Lerona is on to this ROSAMOND BRAND before Christine Rosamond was born, but, my sister and her handlers missed the mark. There exist no real Artistic philosophy of this famous woman artist, that is a Creative Crime! This is why I want to focus on our Muse, Rena Christiansen, who chose me to rescue her ‘The Most Beautiful Woman in the World’.
When I saw this Diamond’s Are Forever commercial, I gasped. This actress/model comes very close to looking like Rena, but, her features are not AS perfect. Perhaps I mocked Rena, who at sixty-one lost her BEAUTY, like I lost her beauty, when she declined to be my wife. To BRAND one’s own beauty, to own such wonder, is what I was trying to capture. But, when is it ever mine, my right to do this? Where is………MY RING? Where is……MY CAR? Where is…….MY HOUSE? Where are……..OUR CHILDREN?
Which one, is THE ONE? Our winner has run a brutal race with other brutes, and somehow his sperm will penetrate her egg. Rena looked at a lot of good-looking men down at the Venice Boardwalk, she desperate to choose HER SAVIOR. None sufficed. I was the LAST MAN STANDING…..standing on the railing of the pier, being my romantic self, looking down at the crashing waves, asking;
“Where art thou?”
When I left the water’s edge, and walked past her, that’s when she sprung from hiding, and asked;
“Can I walk with you?”
The model in the diamond commercial may be the same as the one in the Mazda commercial that is shot on Mount Tamalpias where I took Rena. I showed her the world. We camped a quarter of mile from this shot. We drove around in my 1950 Dodge. She felt like a Bohemian Queen.
Car commercials have been filmed on Mount Tam for forty years. How many more “ALL NEW” autos will make their way along our ancient trail?
Many times, as we drove past the most beautiful landscapes in the world, I took my eyes off the road, for just a second, to behold her beauty in these moving landscapes. I wanted to capture her beauty – everywhere! Of course I did not want to let her go! Would you, who never had such beauty by her your side. Did she ever turn to look at me? Did she ever turn, to look at you?
I am poised to rebuild the State of Montana around her, my……Montana Rose!
Montana Rose and Fort Benton
Posted on April 8, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Fort Benton was named after my kindred, Thomas Hart Benton, the grandfather of the regional artist by the same name. Thomas was John Jacob Astor’s attorney who brokered the sale of the Oregon Territory to the British in anticipation of the War of 1812. Jessie Benton took part in buying this territory back. Fort Benton has been titled ‘The Birth Place of Montana’. Astor wrote a journal of his interaction with the Native Americans. He paints Edward Rose as a treacherous villain, which might mean he was a hero to the indigious people who made futile attempts to live in peace with these alien people. I would like to see the folks who produce ‘Black Sails’ do a series on this history. Rena Easton will be in it.
Astor was the wealthiest man in the world. A man named Rose, was his enemy. I am the only writer and newspaper man promoting the history of the Benton family, and Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Need I say I leave behind the sinsiter plotting of Stacey Pierrot, behind, in the weeds! Am I kin to Edward Rose? Rose vs. Astor, a perfect HBO series for a divided America.
Edward Rose, also known by the names Five Scalps, Nez Coupe and “Cut Nose,” was the son of a white trader father and a Cherokee and African American mother. Little else is known about his early life including where he was born. He may have spent some years working on the Mississippi River between southern Illinois and New Orleans, Louisiana.
As a youth, Rose lived with the Crow people in what is now southern Montana and northern Wyoming. He quickly acquired their customs as well as their language. As a result of that early encounter he seemed equally comfortable among Native peoples as among the Euro-American traders and trappers.
There is a Rose of Montana that is named after a song by Frank Zappa, who might have looked down his long nose at ‘Cattle Producers’. I am considering taking a train to Montana to look into the museums and libraries, one built by Phobe Hearst, who saved the Missions of California. Did she influence the design of Hearst Castle, where we hear the infamous last words of a self-made tycoon, who gives no credit to his mother? In making America Great Again, will women be excluded………….once more?
My grandfather was a newspaper man. He published his own magazine ‘Bright Stories’. At nine years of age, he watched his mother and sister be buried in the same grave. Royal Rosamond died, alone, while selling newspapers on a corner in Oklahoma City. My aunt June went here to bury her father in a unmarked grave. She then went home to tell the Rosamond Women the poor broken reprobate and failure was dead, and forgotten.
Frank Wesley Rosamond was name after his mother’s father, John Wesley Rose. In one of his books he says her was “bound” out to his uncle at nine years of age. This is to say he was…….sold. His father, William Rosamond, must have been overcome with grief. His beautiful twenty-eight year wife, Ida Louisiana Rosamond, would not be there to raise her son. William had a sawmill to run in Helena.
The Montana rose is a scarlet colored Floribunda rose with unfading red/orange color.
This Floribunda rose, also called ‘Royal Occasion’, bears cheerful, colorful, cup-shaped scarlet blooms in large clusters of 5-25 blooms. The large size flowers are semi-double, and lightly fragrant.
The Montana rose is repeat blooming all season
Fort Benton is a city in and the county seat of Chouteau County, Montana, United States. Established in 1846, a full generation before the U.S. Civil War, Fort Benton is one of the oldest settlements in the American West; in contrast, many other places—including large cities today—were settled in the late 1860s, 1870s, or 1880s. The city’s waterfront area, the most important aspect of its 19th-century growth, was designated the Fort Benton Historic District, a National Historic Landmark, in 1961.
With the decline of the fur trade, the American Fur Company sold the fort to the US Army in 1865, which named it for Senator Thomas Hart Benton of Missouri. A town had grown up around it that surpassed the military presence. Besides being one of the most important ports on the Missouri-Mississippi river system, Fort Benton was once the “World’s Innermost Port
The structure of “Montana” is intro-verses-chorus-solo-middle section-verses-outro. The lyrics, sung by Zappa in a humorous manner, talk about a person who decides to go to Montana to grow “a crop of dental floss,” mounting a pony named “Mighty Little.” He dreams to become a “dental floss tycoon,” by commercialising it. The verses are filled with pseudo-ranch pronunciation and are intended to be very lighthearted.
The most basic of all ideas was that of a search for the true significance of the man’s apparently meaningless dying words. Kane was raised without a family. He was snatched from his mother’s arms in early childhood. His parents were a bank. From the point of view of the psychologist, my character had never made what is known as “transference” from his mother. Hence his failure with his wives. In making this clear during the course of the picture, it was my attempt to lead the thoughts of my audience closer and closer to the solution of the enigma of his dying words. These were “Rosebud.” The device of the picture calls for a newspaperman (who didn’t know Kane) to interview people who knew him very well. None had ever heard of “Rosebud.” Actually, as it turns out, “Rosebud” is the trade name of a cheap little sled on which Kane was playing on the day he was taken away from his home and his mother. In his subconscious it represented the simplicity, the comfort, above all the lack of responsibility in his home, and also it stood for his mother’s love which Kane never lost.
The plot of Rose to rob and abandon his countrymen when in the heart of the wilderness, and to throw himself into the hands of savages, may appear strange and improbable to those unacquainted with the singular and anomalous characters that are to be found about the borders. This fellow, it appears, was one of those desperados of the frontiers, outlawed by their crimes, who combine the vices of civilized and savage life, and are ten times more barbarous than the Indians with whom they consort.
Rose had formerly belonged to one of the gangs of pirates who infested the islands of the Mississippi, plundering boats as they went up and down the river, and who sometimes shifted the scene of their robberies to the shore, waylaying travelers as they returned by land from New Orleans with the proceeds of their downward voyage, plundering them of their money and effects, and often perpetrating the most atrocious murders.
These hordes of villains being broken up and dispersed, Rose had betaken himself to the wilder-ness and associated himself with the Crows whose predatory habits were congenial with his own, had married a woman of the tribe, and, in short, had identified himself with those vagrant savages.
Such was the worthy guide and interpreter, Edward Rose. We give his story, however, not as it was known to Mr. Hunt and his companions at the time, but as it has been subsequently ascertained. Enough was known of the fellow and his dark and perfidious character to put Mr. Hunt upon his guard: still, as there was no knowing how far his plans might have succeeded, and as any rash act might blow the mere smoldering sparks of treason into a sudden blaze, it was thought advisable by those with whom Mr. Hunt consulted, to conceal all knowledge or suspicion of the meditated treachery, but to keep up a vigilant watch upon the movements of Rose, and a strict guard upon the horses at night.
Benton-Preston Family Go West
Posted on May 31, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press
Thursday, I took the train to Portland, the ‘Rose City’. Heading to the art museum, I saw a building with a mural on the side of it. There were covered wagons, and I assumed this had something to do with John Fremont ‘The Pathfinder’. Being kin to John, his wife, Jessie Benton, and the late muralist, Garth Benton, I wondered how much family history I could discover in Rose Town.
Lucky for me the research room was open, and taking a seat a small book was put before me by the Oregon History Librarian, titled ‘A Year of American Travel’ written by Jessie Benton who came West following her husband’s footsteps. When I read the following paragraph, I saw the light;
“At the Astor House where we were staying, we found a party favorite relatives, my cousin, General William Preston, and his family assembled to welcome back from Europe a member who had been away for years.”
Odd that this person is not named. Is there a reason? In studying the Fremont history I am struck by how sparse and scattered it is. There are gaping holes in their story that begs one to read between the lines. I have contended the history of John and Jessie has been disappeared, their true motive for their explorations, made vague and elusive. With the mention of the Astor House, I may have found the key to reading the Fremont Rosetta Stone.
John Jacob Astor was considered one of the richest men in the world. His fortune came from beaver pelts. When he sold the Oregon Territory to the British, he may have made the biggest bad business deal of his life – that he was determined to reverse. To this end, he may have employed his attorney, Thomas Hart Benton, the father of Jessie, and perhaps John’s right-hand man. Senator Benton was a promoter of ‘Manifest Destiny’.
What does this have to do with the price of rice in China?
This morning, I read a news article that the new Attorney General of the United States confronted the Chinese Army about their attack in our cyberspace. The Benton-Preston genealogy is Who’s Who in American History. In the paper he authored, Senator Benton suggests Americans should rule the West and Asia that lie across the Pacific. In response to the accusation China is invading our space, a female major defended this attack from the Chinese Manifest Destiny;
“His comments triggered a wry response from Maj. Gen. Yao Yunzhu, director of the Center for China-America Defense Relations, at the People’s Liberation Army’s Academy of Military Science, who challenged him to better explain America’s intentions in its building up of the military across the region.”