Bond And Eastwood Of Oakland

It’s a miracle Clint Eastwood did not play James Bond. Clint and I went to the same school in Oakland. You are reading a miracle. I am – REDEEMED! I have been – REBORN! I just found out last night that he was – CHOSEN! I already put my Bond-like character THERE – THERE! I have considered putting my old friend, Paul Drake, in one of my Bond books. He will play – another villain!

John Presco

John & John

Posted on June 15, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

John & John

Idea For Netflix

by

John Presco

Ms. Jean Katrina Easton liked to meet strange men who wanted to see her, out in her potato field. She could tell a man’s character by how he made his way through the uneven ground, there always a stray spud to trip you up. When she saw John-John coming her way, she took the straw out between her teeth, because from here….she wanted to give him – such a kiss. She was told he was a big spud grower, but, she took him for another wanna-be Spud King. Now, by the way his narrow hips kept an even-keel while his long legs instinctively found good ground – like a horse in a creek full of boulders – this tuber dude made her stomach flinch. Was he the breeder she had been looking for – aching to get her long legs around – for all these years?

James Bond warned John-John about not getting into any esoteric conversations with this very volitile woman. Her mother tried to kill Richard Wagner. She blamed him for the death of her sister, Natalia Wood. Ekatirina did not follow in her sister’s footsteps, she claiming Hollywood had ruined and destroyed everything she loved. She ran away with a leftist radical from Berkeley and lived in Cuba where they hung with Che Guevera. From there they went to Mother Russia. It was while in London she ran into Admiral Ian Easton of the British Defence Staff. And, she had to have him, and give him – such a kiss! In three days, they got married.

When Jean came to town (Bozeman) she liked to wear a cape. She had a collection. In the photograph above she is wearing her satin summer cape with sheer see-trough body-suit perfect for the hot Montana evenings. Jean loved Boho Fashion. She got goosebumps when fake cowgirls insulted her – told her she had no family values, and, was a traitor to her country. She grinned ear to ear as she swore at them in perfect Russian.

“What did you just call me you friggen vampire?”

Jean knew ancient Russian kick-boxing that the Verangian Guards developed when they guarded the Caesars. Like her mother, she kept to herself. When Jean and Ekaterina came to town together, folks cowered, and slunk away. There was some superior genetics at play. As John-John got closer. Jean whispered under her breath…

“I’m going to marry that man!”

-In three days they were honeymooning at the Saint Francis Hotel. While in bed drinking champagne, John-John made a confession.

“I’m bored silly growing patatos. I want to open a Private Detective firm. I love Sam Spade.”

“Me too! I got a whole collection of Pulp Detective magazines and dime novels. Let’s get a office in the old downtown!”

And, that’s how John&John Private Eye got started.

Lana Wood – Wikipedia

Wood was born Svetlana Gurdina[1] to Russian immigrant parents, Nikolai Stephanovich Zakharenko (1912–1980) and Maria Stepanovna Zakharenko (née Zudilova, 1908–1998).[a] They had each left Russia as child refugees with their parents following the Russian Civil War, and they grew up far from their homeland. Her father’s family left Vladivostok after her grandfather, a chocolate-factory worker who joined the anti-Bolshevik civilian forces, was killed in a street fight in 1918; they settled in Vancouver, British Columbia, with their relatives, then moved to San Francisco. Lana’s maternal grandfather owned soap and candle factories in Barnaul; he also left Russia with his family in 1918 after his eldest son was killed by the Red Army, and settled in a Russian community in Harbin, China.[6] Maria married there, and in 1928 with her first husband had a daughter, Olga Tatulova,[7] who died in May 2015.[8]

When Nikolai and Maria married, she brought her daughter Olga to the household. The couple had two daughters together; the first was Natalia, known as “Natasha”, the Russian diminutive. The family settled in Santa Monica, California, near Hollywood, and changed their surname to Gurdin. Svetlana, known as “Lana”, was born there.

The Eastwoods of Oakland

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

In the biography of Clint Eastwood by Patrick McGilligan ‘Clint, The Life and Legend’ I read this on page 30.

“Glenview, near Ardley Avenue, Crocker Highlands (named for the banking Crockers, who donated the site) and Frank Havens School (named for one of the Piedmont city fathers – three of the grammar schools the boy attended – were within a close radius of Piedmont. Haven was already a local institution, and one day, at Crocker Highlands, the tousel-haired boy sat for a class photograph with schoolmates that included Jackie Jensen, the future outfielder for the Boston Red Sox.*

The American Leagues most valuable player in 1958”

My grandmother, Melba Wilkins, raised the Jensen brothers after their parents were divorced, and their mother had a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized. Jackie and Bobby Jensen went to Oakland High with my father, Vic Presco, who was present when his daughter presented her portrait of the actor, Jimmy Stewart, in Carmel. Mayor Clint Eastwood was present. Vic wore a white suit and tried to upstage Jimmy who he looked like when young. Bobby taught art at McCheznie Junior High where all four Presco children attended. We also went to Glenview Elementary – and so did Clint when his family moved to Ardley Avenue where my good friend, Burl Aldridge lived. Clint also lived on Woodhaven Way that is down the street from where the Harkins family lived, on Pinehaven. Were these two streets named after Frank Havens?

John of San Francisco

Posted on June 12, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

John of San Francisco

by

John Presco

Copyright 2021

Mr. John Holmes John bought Bullocks & Jones Tailor Shop the second he heard it was closing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” John asked incredulously.

Preskowitz – Master Tailors | Rosamond Press

John-John – as his friends and family called him – was the great grandson of Charles Janke (John) the son of Carl Janke, the founder of Belmont, and California Pioneer. Carl married Dorothea Peterson, an English spy, that Carl met on Heligoland Island, that was known as ‘Spy Island’. Here spies from many nations came to spawn, as they called it. Who do you trust? You had to trust a fellow spy long enough to let down your shield in order to form a bond, even get married – and have children. Sherlock Holmes grandfather was no exception. He met Miss Peterson, and fell in love. Then Mr. Holmes – was gone! Going to the dock to see her lover off, she was severely distracted by the handsome figure of Charles John, who infamous ancestors were Prussians who did business with the Welsh in order to create that special Nation-People, that in all affects was the first European Union – that tried to conquer the world on two occasions with a military that was par excellante’.

The European Union Kingdom of Heligoland | Rosamond Press

Lewes John MP was a wine merchant of “dubious origin” who swore both his parents were Welsh. This was true of his mother. The De Vere and Montagu families are in the mix. Legend has it the Shakespeare family had dealings with the John family who produced exceeding handsome – and romantic men – who were experts at dueling.

John is described as the ‘King’s servant’, and had been granted 1s. a day for life from the issues of Oxfordshire. He was also well known to the prince of Wales; indeed there is some foundation for believing the report that Prince Henry and his three brothers were wont to drink and dine at his house in the Vintry, where the entertainment included the declamation of poetry. He was a close friend of Chaucer.

Carl Janke and Dorothea compared their dreams, and discovered they wanted to create a Fantasyland. They looked at property in Belmont California that they name Walterview after the FitzWalters that descend from Lewes John. Their dream came true. However, when Carl died, there was a fight between his two sons over the estate. William Janke lost, and retreated to a home on Height Street in San Francisco. Feeling a bit guilty over the family feud, John changed Janke to John, and became an investor in the financial district. He also bought some farm land in the San Joaquin Valley that his son increased in size.

When George Shima ‘The Potato King’ was interred in a Japanese camp during the war, he was bought out by the Janke-John family who were beginning to find each other. The discovery that the world famous artist, Augustus John, was a close relative, John bought many of his pieces – along with a few Van Goughs. He was secretly called ‘The Spud King’ and, his vast potato filed could be seen from space!

John was the epitome of ‘Quiet Money’. He let his suits do all the talking. However, the John Family Winery produced the best wine in the world! A lost John vineyard had been located, and in the center of the potato fields was a replica of a French Chalet that belonged to the de Bourmont family. There was a private airport that flew in wine lovers from France. Some of the richest people in the world laughed when they saw the potato fields. Then they beheld……the grapes!

John-John could not help notice a stunning woman admiring his Van Gough. Gliding over to her, he asked the question of the age.

“Do you like Van Gough’s work?”

When she turned full face to John, his heart raced. Her face had perfect symmetry. She gave him the most knowing smile.

“Do you know we are kin to James Bond?”

“Never heard of him.”

“He knows who you are….and wants to meet with you. Here is my card. We are cousins.”

John read the card aloud..

“Vivian von Rosamonde!”

“I’m impressed. I will name a wine after you. How does Rosamonde Belmonde Wine sound?”

“It has a cultured ring to it! Very French – and well bred!. Is it true you can see your potato field from space?”

John pulled out his phone, and with deft swipes of his manicured fingers….

“Come! There’s a satellite passing over this moment. My friend Bill Gates put one in orbit so we can keep an – eye on all the potato fields in the world – excuse my pun!

John took Vivian’s hand and they ran out the castle and stood on the drawbridge!

“Wave Ms. Rosamonde! There we are! Say hello to Spudland. Bill and I got McDonald’s by the short hairs!”

John of SF – Battle of The Spud

Posted on June 12, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

John of San Francisco

by

John Presco

Copyright 2021

After making contact with James Bond via an e-mail, John Holmes John received a small package by special courier. Opening it, he was reading a letter from Queen Elizabeth explaining the coin she gifted him. He was also being informed that his ancestor, Lewes John 11, was also the master of the royal mint, who melted down the treasure Sir Francis Drake had captured in the New World, to make coin of the realm. For this, John was knighted. The coins that Philip von Habsburg was minting from Incan gold, was a threat to capture all of Europe’s commerce – in the name of the Papacy. If British traders could not keep their coins on the world market, then the world would be forced to trade with the King of the Romans, exclusively.

“This is what our piracy was all about. Please keep it a secret. As a profound coincidence, Drake introduced the potato to the Isles, and John introduced the potato to Germany and Prussia. My agent, James Bond will explain the crisis we will be in, if something happened to our tubers. I bought a bottle of your wine. I have to say the Teutonic Monks make the best wine in the world. Your ancestors brought vines from the Holy Land.”

Standing on his runway, John waited to catch sight of the Lear Jet that would bring James Bond to his, dominion. John-John was feeling light-headed, and other-worldly, after Vivian Rosemonde explained how they were related. Bond descended from Sherlock Holmes, that he learned was not a fictional character, nor was James Bond. For all his life he believed Sir Francis Drake was fiction, as was his lost treasure. Now, there is this spud connection that the alleged Queen of England is extremely concerned about. Why is it her business? Isn’t she just a figurehead? Is it any wonder that Meghan wanted to take her life. There is a very unreal quality to it all. James ends his e-mail with this request;

“I want you to study up on the potato blight and famine. You will be knighted into the Teutonic Order in abstention. Put on your best suit!”

Is it possible, I am caught up in a fantastic confidence game, and, an incredible hoax? John put this question to himself, then he spotted the jet coming out of the sun in the west.

To be continued

Augustus John – Wikipedia

M

 Parents

 Edwin William John
 Augusta Smith

 Spouses and children

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 Events

4 January 1878 :Birth – Pembrokeshire, Wales
Sources: Dowling Family Tree – Tim Dowling – rootsweb, 2001-2015 – – electronic – I130562
— :Pic
— :Occupation – Artist
1900 :Marriage (with Ida Nettleship)
between 1917 and 1925 :Marriage (with Evelyn Beatrice Sainte Croix Rose)
31 October 1961 :Death – Hampshire, England
Sources: Dowling Family Tree – Tim Dowling – rootsweb, 2001-2015 – – electronic – I130562

Evelyn St. Croix Fleming, born Evelyn Beatrice Sainte Croix Rose, in KensingtonLondon, known as Eve Fleming (1885 – 27 July 1964),[citation needed] was an English socialite.

Life[edit]

Evelyn Rose was the daughter of George Alfred Sainte Croix Rose (31 January 1854 – 14 February 1926), a captain in the service of the Royal Buckinghamshire Militia (King’s Own) and Justice of the Peace (J.P.) for Berkshire, son of the 1st Baronet Rose, of Rayners, by his marriage on 8 April 1880 to Beatrice Quain (1857 – 4 January 1911), the daughter of Sir Richard Quain, 1st Baronet, graduated with a Doctor of Medicine (M.D.). On 15 February 1906 she married Valentine Fleming (1882–1917),[1] and by that marriage was the mother of four sons: Peter FlemingIan Fleming – the novelist who wrote the James Bond books, Richard Fleming and Michael Fleming. Evelyn was thus the grandmother of actress Lucy Fleming. She was known for her flamboyant beauty.

After her husband’s death in action in the Great War in May 1917, Evelyn Fleming inherited his large estate in trust, making her very wealthy. However, the conditions of the money in trust transferred it to others should she ever remarry. She became the mistress of painter Augustus John, with whom she had a daughter, the cellist Amaryllis Fleming.

During the 1940s and 1950s, she resided at The Abbey, Sutton Courtenay. She died only two weeks before the death of her son Ian on 12 August 1964.[2]

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The Spud & Default King

Posted on November 22, 2011 by Royal Rosamond Press

Like Vinnie ‘the chin”Gigante, Vic ‘six bucks’ spent allot time in a bathrobe. Vic fashioned himself as the ‘singing Don’ he a member of the Barbershop Quartet. Above we see ‘the crooner’ breaking out in song in the morn after a all-niter. When it came time to close the Kerry House, where I met Patrice Hanson, Vic & Son got to stay till sunup. I drank with my father, and called him Bill while in a nudie bar out on the highway. We were on our way to grandma’s for X-Mas. William was pop’s middle name.

When any of Vic’schildren would stop by, he would ceremoniously hand us a real estate paper and a stack of post cards. We must work before we play. We went to work on looking for folks who had defaulted on their home loan. We would write their address on the post card that introduced these desperate people to Captain Vic, Loan Hero. We did not speak while we worked, lest we make a mistake, or waste precious seconds. Vic expected allot bang for his bucks, he never able to get over his capitalist vision he had when he put his sons to work at Acme Produce. Free Labor was the way. Vic told me he wished he was born during the height of the Roman Empire. When I recognized I had a Christ complex, I began to wonder.

I can’t speak for my other siblings, but, I never got paid. What I got was a perk instead. I might get a bowl of squid soup, or, a big salami sandwich. Vic took me to lunch at the real estate guy bars. I might get an item of clothing, or, a new-scent for my car. When I saw the new house in Lafayette, Vic demonstrated his up-graded perk system. Near the end of the work day, Vic broke the silence;

“Who wants to go shopping?”
“Me!”
“Me!”
“Me!”

Spoke Vic’s three little help-meets, and out the door they run with the credit cards Vic tossed atthem – like candy! Two hours later they came home like hunters from the hunt, and began to hold up their new dresses for the Master Boss Man to see;

“Oh, that’s pa retty one. Turn around and let me see it from the back!” said their captain who wore a black eye patch a year earlier after crazy Dee-Dee knocked his out out with a four pound ashtray.

“Duck Captain Victim – INCOMING!”

Above it the new edition to the Lafayette home that Vic built for Connie and her eight children. Vic was trying to get his new bride into the United States, and her children. Connie and her children were citizens of Mexico. Having married Connie when she was smuggled across the border in a marijuana shipment, it looked like getting Vic’s new family into the new digs, was not going to pan out. I took a photo of Connie’s Folly because Vic’s real children never got such a huge perk, and that was because we were never really loyal to our captain. No one lived in that house. According to Roseamry, Vic would steal our dental appointments she paid for after she was forced to go get a real job, get off the bad movie lot where we were slaves to the Star.

We clever Presco children faked our loyalty so we could cash&prizes out of the good captain. We were not the salt of the earth, as basic and asloiving as Mexican people, who love each other naturally. It’s inbred in them.

When I was eleven I bought my father a new fishing knife. Being quite the worker, I got jobs watering lawns, running errands for the elderly, and weeding. It was Vic’s birthday, August 12. I asked my father to come out on the front porch with me. I handed him the knife. There was silence as he looked at it. The he spoke;

“You didn’t buy this knife for me. You bought it for yourself. Here. You keep it!”

I fought back the tears as he turned and went back in the house. I struggled to understand what had happened. My father had accused me of having a hidden agenda, and I wondered if this was true. Then it came to me, a voice form heaven.

“There is nothing dark about trying to purchase your freedom! Your father wants you to be ownen to him till the day he die!”

I now knew my father was psychotic, severely mentally ill. Not one dare say this about him, or title him a parasite, even when he got convicted of Loan Sharming in in 1994. In 1991 I got a glimpse of the Mortgage Meltdown, the coming Doom! I was seen as the boy who cried wolf. I posted the fallowing six years ago.

I Scapegoat

“The child plays”

After Ms. Pierrot bought the Rosamond estate on February 15,1996, she
put out a website for Rosamond Publishing, in which the ghost writer
she hired, claimed Christine did not “hasten her death as many around
her feared she would.” Back to this paper I found yesterday, as if
the ghost of James Coakly had led me to it. On September 19, 1996
Attorney Lawrence J. Chazen via his attorney filed a claim against my
late sister’s estate for $59,100 dollars. He did this 2 1/2 years
after Christine’s death, and seven months after Ms.Pierrot bought the
estate of $75,000 dollars. Why didn’t Mr.Chazen file sooner, after
all, he had tried to become the special executor, after Garth’s
attorney got another attorney dismissed by Judge Silver. To quote
from testimony of proceedings of June 3,1994; “Ms. Beare again
expressed her opinion to me that Ms. Winterhalter was not qualified
or bondable and that San Francisco Attorney Lawrence J. Chazen should
serve. Mr.Chazen had appeared before Judge Silver with Ms.Beare at
the June 3 1994 hearing and attempted to be appointed. Over the
specific argument of Ms. Beare, Judge Silver refused to appoint Mr.
Chazen. Neither Ms. Beare nor Mr.Chazen disclosed to the court the
very critical fact that Mr.Chazen has the largest single creditor’s
claim against the estate and is a former business partner and
business associate of Garth Benton who the court had removed as
Special Administrator just moments before.” By, Larry was hasty then!
I asked my father, when he was alive, where he met Lawrence Chazen.
He said he met him at the Copper Penny in Walnut Creek that was a
hang-out for real-estate Brokers. In California, if you had a real-
estate Liscence, you could make mortgage loans. In May of 94, Vic was
convicted of loan sharking, he and another real-estate guy taking a
woman’s home from her. My cousin
Bill Broderick helped Vic with this case, he a Attorney.My mother had
been an executive secretary for Caldwell Bankers, and knowing she was
brilliant, and loved a intriguing tale, I lay this one on her. “Do
you recall the Movie ‘Paint Your Wagon’ where Clint Eastwood is
underneath the saloons and gambling houses scooping up the gold dust
that has fallen between the cracks during a Gold Boom. Suppose you
found a way of doing this in the California Real-estate Boom, that
is, as the price of real-estate went through the roof, and thus the
number of defaults, if you could manipulate these defaults, then you
would be a rich man. Mother, I think Vic invented the Savings and
Loan Rip-off scam – by default!” I went on to explain my theory. “If
a lender approached free-lance real-estate guys that were popping up
all over the Golden State, and set them up to make default loans for
you, then, if you had enough of these guys, the Feds would not know
who much real-estate was involved. When these default loans failed,
they go up for auction. If you knew when this was going to happen,
like gold dust falling through the cracks, and you bought these
houses you held a secret mortgage on through small-timers you made
privte loans to, then this is Big Time loan sharking – involving
millions of dollars! One is in affect, acquiring much valuable real-
estate, for a song.” After I gave same names of Vic’s business
associates, and told her one of them was known to haunt default real-
estate auctions, my mother gagged on her Vodka. “Jesus Christ Greg.
These are bad men. Stay away from them they will kill you. Your own
father will kill you! Bob Woodard took our house in Concord.” Tom
McKinny, was dismissed for inproprieties, he the President of
TransAmerican Title, a Savings and Loan business headquartered in the
TransAmerican pyramid building in San Francisco. He was a member of
Vic’s gang when they attended Oakland high school together. In April
of 97, my Detective friend sent me an article from the San Francisco
Examiner (4-20-97) he found on page three. It reads; “Broker defends
loan to widow, by Anastasia Hendrix. The lender and loan broker
embroiled in controversy over the threatened eviction of a 78 year-
old Oakland widow denounced unscrupulous lending practices, but
insisted there was none in this case. In seperate interviews, broker
Charles H. Oliver Jr. and San Francisco investor Lawrence Chazen,
angrily objected to the cross-fire of publicity and politics.” This
article went on to say; “The Olivers are outraged that the U.S.
Department of Housing and Urban Development officials publicly said,
before investigating, that they believed Aiken’s case was an example
of predeotry lending practices.” Mark and I attended Oakland High
School with Mattie Aiken’s grandchildren. Before I lost touch with
Shannon over eight years ago, she said this to me at then end of our
phone call, after I and my detective friend assured her we were on
her side; “Be careful Greg. My friends think my life is in danger.
The first thing they’re going to do is make you out to be insane.”

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