Rena Christensen Goes To Bohemian Camp

The Golden Girls of the Corn Cob – Live!

Posted on February 24, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press


In the last two days it has become clear to me that Rena and I were brought together to bring a reconciliation of the German Teutonic People – with the World! Why – us?

When we woke in a tent in the backyard on Congress Avenue in Oakland, we began a three mile walk into the Oakland Hills to the Harkins home on Willis Court where my 1950 Dodge Coronet was parked. We passed a Mom and Pop grocery store where in the window Rena spotted a copy of LIFE magazine with beautiful young women in bikinis on the cover. We stopped while the most beautiful woman I have seen, examined it.

“My sister is a model and told me she going to appear on the cover of a magazine.”

“Oh really!” I said, I feeling my life was now out of control, after our first kiss. Could it get – any better?

As we walked up 35th. Avenue, and then through the Laurel District, I kept glancing at this apparition. This part of Oakland was becoming dangerous. Rena was oblivious. She was raised in Grand Island Nebraska. She had the gate of great cat. Her animal magnetism – was over the top! My mind was racing through my files, I searching for the answer to this question….

“What have I done right to deserve this beautiful creature?”

Half the cars that passed us were filled with a rubber-necker or two. A car full of Chicanos, slowed down. Rena…..was sued to this. I was not.

Am I going to have to get in a fight – over her?

John Presco

Good Vibrations

The Beach Boys

I-I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations
She’s giving me the excitations (oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (good vibrations, oom bop bop)
She’s giving me the excitations (excitations, oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (oom bop bop)
She’s giving me the excitations (excitations, oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (oom bop bop)
She’s giving me the excitations (excitations)

Close my eyes, she’s somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations
She’s giving me excitations (oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (good vibrations, oom bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, good vibrations (oom bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, good vibrations (oom bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (excitations)

Ah, ah, my my, what elation
I don’t know where but she sends me there
Oh, my my, what a sensation
Oh, my my, what elation
Oh, my my, what

Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations a-happenin’ with her
Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations a-happenin’ with her
Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations a-happenin’

Good, good, good, good vibrations (oom bop bop)
She’s giving me the excitations (excitations, oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations

Na na na na na, na na na
Na na na na na, na na na (bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)

Every February, in the very depths of winter, Sports Illustrated unveils its storied swimsuit issue. And when that issue comes out, the media print, online, TV, radio, semaphore, you name it, takes notice. There are, one can state with a certain degree of confidence, several reasons for the attention that the swimsuit issue garners:

First: It seems the women are quite attractive.

Second: The bathing suits, while barely there, evidently appeal to a number of people perhaps even to women.

Third: The swimsuit issue has a surprisingly long history especially in the magazine world where, with a few notable exceptions, franchises come and go with dismaying rapidity. 

Finally: There are the women. Wait . . . perhaps we mentioned that already?

Here, in tribute to SI’s swimsuit issue, and in recognition that in its own way LIFE magazine also took pains to chronicle youthful frolics in sand and surf, presents a series of photos made by Co Rentmeester in California in 1970.

There’s a certain innocence about these pictures that signals, right away, that they were made long, long ago. Sure, it’s California in the post-Manson, post-Altamont years, when the California Dream was souring and the airy promises of the Sixties were fading. But even the onslaught of hard drugs and pseudo-revolutionary nihilism that subsumed much of the counterculture in the early “70s could not entirely wipe away what had always drawn people to the Golden State. Namely, an uncomplicated joy in the pleasures of sunshine, sensuality and the illusion of eternal youth.

And if the California Dream really is just that: a dream? Well, honestly who cares?



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California, 1970.

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California, 1970.

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California, 1970.

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California, 1970.

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California, 1970.

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The Great Muse Goes To Camp

Posted on January 20, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press


Rena had graduated from high school, and was looking to go on adventure. Her grandmother did not have the money to send her to Europe, so she set out on a Road Trip with her boyfriend.

After I rescued Andromeda from the Sea Monster, I took her North, into the California Redwoods. I showed Rena the Giant Sequoia on our way to the Russian River. Having an alcoholic father, I don’t think Rena was ever sent away to Camp. In desperate need of a place to swim I took my beautiful muse to the beach at Monte Rio. Eureka, she had found it, her perfect Summer Vacation spot. Here this straight A student could take a well deserved time-out before attending the University of Nebraska.

To my chagrin, after beholding her in her bikini, she would not let me in the water with her, for in the water this Danish Mermaid found her bliss. She told me she would swim and float in the Platte River for hours. This was an abused child taking a Healing. In the water she was safe to have an out-of-body experience so she could practice coming back into her body. As I watched her from the shore, I understood this was therapy. When she came out of the water, she was even more of a goddess. My grandfather best describes Rena thirty years before she was born.

“I met her in Eminence this morning. I never beheld another such being. She is like the beautiful notes of an organ with all the stops subdued. You see by this that the very implication of her is wonderful. She’ll stand fully six feet tall in her bare heels and this means that, in high heals, she can pick up a shingle and mend leak in most Ozark cabins. She can look down on most men. Her figure if that of a model, rivaling even the dreams, I vow, of the artists of ancient Greece. Her perfect body needs no no adornment in exquisite, clinging garments. Her features have class; her complexion is pink and healthful, her air of grandeur is almost appalling, cowing most men with her sheer superiority.”

Cowing most men – and women – was Rena’s specialty. For the first three days I knew her, I did nothing but cower, especially at the waterfall when I beheld a supernatural being. To behold Rena cowing beautiful Californian women, was a happening.

When Bill and I were thirteen, we played at being Jack London and George Sterling. We were poets and artists. We considered ourselves Bohemians. I was assigned the role of George. I did not know my grandfather’s Bohemian history. Even though he did not become famous, he rubbed shoulders with the greats. Many of these greats were co-founders of the Bohemian Grove, a Summer Camp for some of the most powerful men in the world. However, their women were not allowed to attend. Ahhhhh!

While these power brokers are roughing it in a tent, carrying on like Hobos and Hillbillies, this very poor man is parading about with the most beautiful woman in the world, and, that made some folks wonder, because the rule is, wealthy men end up capturing the most beautiful – of everything!

How could they not think I was something special when my 1950 cream-colored Dodge pulled into the beach parking, and once again out stepped ‘The Death’ who had a following, her own fan club!

Of course I was forced to consider Rena did not want me in the water with her because this would dilute all the attention she was getting. I believe this is reason Rena apologizes to me for her being a “abusive girlfriend”.

Those days at camp with my muse, were the most blissful of my life. The abuse began in ernest – when she walked out of my life!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

“Brother Bohemians: The Sun is Once Again in the Clutches of the Lion, and the encircling season bids us to the forest — there to celebrate… the awful mysteries!”
“Bohemians come! Find home again in the Grove! Burn CARE and hurl his ashes, whirling, from our glade!”
“Come out Bohemians! come out and play, come with all the buoyant impetuous rush of youth!”

Everything in the encampment is sheltered by redwoods, which admit hazy shafts of sunlight, and every camp has a more or less constant campfire sending a soft column of smoke into the trees. The walled camps are generally about 100 feet wide and stretch back up the hillside, with wooden platforms on which members set up tents. Bohemians sleep on cots in these tents, or, in the richer camps, in redwood cabins. The camps are decorated with wooden or stone sculptures of owls, the Grove symbol. Members wash up in dormitory-style bathrooms and eat breakfast and dinner collectively in the Dining Circle, a splendid outdoor arena with fresh wood chips covering the ground and only the sky above. It never rains when the encampment is on.

During the second half of the 19th century, the area was heavily logged. However, the Sonoma Lumber Company preserved a 160-acre (65 ha) grove of old-growth redwood trees, which was sold to San Francisco’s Bohemian Club in 1899. The club purchased dozens of other parcels in the area, and now owns 2,712 acres (1,098 ha), which it uses for its summer retreats.[4]

Every July, some of the richest and most powerful men in the world gather at a 2,700 acre campground in Monte Rio, Calif., for two weeks of heavy drinking, super-secret talks, druid worship (the group insists they are simply “revering the Redwoods”), and other rituals.
Their purpose: to escape the “frontier culture,” or uncivilized interests, of common men.
The people that gather at Bohemian Grove — who have included prominent business leaders, former U.S. presidents, musicians, and oil barons — are told that “Weaving Spiders Come Not Here,” meaning business deals are to be left outside. One exception was in 1942, when a planning for the Manhattan Project took place at the grove, leading to the creation of the atom bomb.
A spokesperson for Bohemian Grove say the people that gather there “share a passion for the outdoors, music, and theater.”
The club is so hush-hush that little can be definitively said about it, but much of what we know today is from those who have infiltrated the camp, including Texas-based filmmaker Alex Jones. In 2000, Jones and his cameraman entered the camp with a hidden camera and were able to film a Bohemian Grove ceremony, Cremation of the Care. During the ceremony, members wear costumes and cremate a coffin effigy called “Care” before a 40-foot-owl, in deference to the surrounding Redwood trees.

Among the authors who came to Carmel in 1906 and helped create its fame as a literary and artistic colony was James M. Hopper, the popular writer more commonly known as Jimmy Hopper. Like many of the other Carmel pioneers, he was a friend of George Sterling, Upton Sinclair, and Sinclair Lewis, and like them, too, he was a Californian only by adoption. He was born in Paris, July 23, 1876, and was brought to America at the age of ten. After attending public schools in Oakland, he went to the University of California, winning fame as quarterback on the football team and as one of the trio that reputedly first stole the Stanford Axe in 1898. After graduation he studied law at Hastings College of Law and was admitted to the California bar. But, instead of practising law, he took a job as reporter on the San Francisco Chronicle. This journalistic experience was followed by a two-year period of teaching in the Philippine Islands, where he gathered material for his first book, Caybigan (1906), a collection of’ short stories. Upon his return to the United States, Hopper seriously embarked on a writing career, which he pursued successfully, with several novels, more than 400 stories published in leading popular magazines like Collier’s and the Saturday Evening Post, and nonfiction, including his syndicated articles as a foreign correspondent at the front during the first World War. Hopper lived abroad and in the East for many years, but he returned to Carmel eventually, and it was there he died in 1956.

Laurel District

Posted on May 26, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press

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Laurel Street may have been developed by William Stuttmeister. Rosemary told me they gave the names of trees to the new streets of Fruit Vale. I found the streetcar line that Melba took with her infant son sitting on Joaquin Miller’s lap. There is a street fair in Laurel Village.

The Fruit Vale steetcar would end at the Oakland Ferry that Melba would board to go see the father of her son who was living in the Barbary Cost. This is right out of Steinbeck.

Captain Gregory

And how many people crossing Fruitvale Avenue at MacArthur Boulevard in the Dimond District know that a streetcar line, the Highland Park & Fruit Vale, crossed there with its passengers from the old town of Brooklyn at the foot of today’s 13th Avenue?

Developers like E. C. Sessions in the Dimond District and the Realty Syndicate’s Francis Marion “Borax” Smith in the Laurel created streetcar lines like these to carry potential customers to see the property they had for sale.

(Sessions’ line stretches back to 1875. Smith and his Key System were relative latecomers to the game.) Sessions and Smith succeeded in bringing people out to these Oakland suburbs to purchase property and settle in. Before long, stores and shops (and in the Dimond’s case, beer gardens) sprouted up near the ends of these lines. Over time these shops and gardens became shopping centers.

The streetcar line blossomed along with the districts, and by 1915 Laurel and Dimond residents could catch a streetcar to downtown Oakland. They could also ride these lines to the Southern Pacific train station at 12th and Webster streets or, for a time, to the 16th Street Depot in West Oakland.,_Oakland,_California

Weekend Fun ~ 3rd Annual Oaktoberfest!!

Tomorrow my new neighborhood of Dimond is hosting their third annual Oaktoberfest (note spelling) to celebrate the district’s German heritage with good ol’ fashioned beer drinking.  Yay!

The East Bay Express has a nice write-up in A Shining Dimond District by Ellen Cushing so I’m not going to repeat it all here.  But in a bottle cap, the central Dimond District was dense with a number of popular German-styled beer gardens from the 1890’s through the early 20th century, until Prohibition effectively shut them all down. The most famous was Charlie Tepper’s Hotel which featured music and dancing every Sunday and was located on Hopkins Street (now MacArthur Blvd) just west of Fruitvale Avenue. [photos below] The building still stands today at 2030-C MacArthur Blvd.

charlie tepper, dimond beer gardens, oakland's german beer gardens, dimond history

photo courtesy Oakland Tribune

The sign in front that read “Take Diamond Cars”  referred to the old streetcar line that used to run from downtown Oakland (13th and Washington) up to Fruitvale and MacArthur.  Oh how I long for that streetcar now…

photo courtesy DimondOakland

Other establishments included the Hermitage (actually French), Neckhaus, and Bauerhofer’s.  These family friendly destinations attracted not only local residents – apparently Dimond has a high concentration of German descendants – but also vacationers from San Francisco, Marin County, San Jose, and as far as Sacramento.  See Dimond’s Beer Gardens for more info and great historical photos.

Come check out Dimond Oaktoberfest tomorrow.  Festivities run from 11am to 6pm, centered around the Fruitvale and MacArthur intersection. There’ll be something for everyone… music, art, food, and of course, beer.

Dimond Oaktoberfest 2008 (the 1st!) on Flickr

Saturday, August 13, 2016 | 11 am to 6 pm
MacArthur Blvd between 35th Ave and 38th Avenue, Oakland

The Laurel Street Fair is proud to be celebrating their 17th year of maintaining an admission free, outdoor festival that is open to all.

2016 proves to be their biggest year yet; featuring over three blocks of locally made accessories and crafts, fantastic visual & performance artists, free community yoga, an engaging children’s carnival & petting zoo, a mouth-watering collection of local chefs & pop-up kitchens.

California Beer Society’s Laurel Biergarten “Pouring Oakland’s finest brews” will be featuring over 20 local craft beers, and, of course, a musical line up that honors Oakland’s exceptionally beautiful & diverse population.

Oakland’s Laurel District

First in the Series:
History is All Around Us
On August 15, 2007, I published the first in a series of books that will feature Bay Area history. This first book focuses on the neighborhood where I’ve lived for twenty years. The second book will appear in February 2008 and will feature Oakland’s 220-acre Victorian-era Mountain View Cemetery.

Click here to see a sample chapter.

Here’s what Hills Newspapers history writer Erika Mailman had to say:

PEOPLE WHO ARE Oakland history buffs inevitably encounter Dennis Evanosky at some point. An enthusiast who created for the pure love, Evanosky firmly believes in getting history out to the people. To that end, he is the author of several local history books. His latest creation is “Oakland’s Laurel District,” which he released right around the time of the Laurel World Music Festival last month. “The history is conversational, like Dennis, and full of fun facts,” says Luan Stauss, owner of Laurel Bookstore. “He gives you lots of tips on where to go to see what is described, and the text is peppered with all the names of people we now know of because of street names. It brings the past alive in our little community.”

For instance, Evanosky writes about two early farmers in Laurel: John M. Redding and James Quigley. Today, their legacies are the streets named for them. In 1862, Redding met with Don Antonio Peralta, son of the man who was granted the entire East Bay as a gift for good soldiering. Peralta sold land to Redding to establish his farm. Next door, James and Bridget Quigley, Irish immigrants, also bought land from Peralta. With two other men, farmer George Adams and builder William Toler, the region that would become Laurel was settled.

The book is peppered with maps and includes recurring sidebars called “See for yourself,” which allow you to lace up your shoes and go take a look at some of the things Evanosky writes of, such as the only surviving old growth redwood from the original logging days of the 1800s or Luis Maria Peralta’s San Jose adobe.

“Oakland’s Laurel District” also touches on more recent history, pointing out current businesses and what they used to be. The Goodwill Store was once the Hopkins Theater, Launderland was a Safeway, and the King Kong Restaurant was once a Piggly-Wiggly! The (former) Hilltop Tavern (next door to King Kong), Evanosky writes, “is the only National Park Service Ethnic Historic Indian Site in Alameda County . . . the American Indian Movement met here and planned the 1969 takeover of Alcatraz.”

Such a neighborhood-specific book was seemingly built forthe Laurel Bookstore to sell. And indeed, Stauss encouraged Evanosky to write it. She also suggested that he write a history of Mountain View Cemetery since so many patrons ask if something like that exists — Evanosky obliged, and that book will be coming out later in 2007. The Laurel book, as a badge on the cover attests, is the first in a series of local histories Evanosky will be producing with the Stellar Media Group.

“I love to support writers and how much closer to home can you get than a book about the district where your store is? Love that. But also it gets people talking about how long they’ve been here, what they remember and what things were like in the past. That’s a wonderful bit of unintentional community building,” Stauss says.

“I have the book on both the front counter and in the window and every day someone is delighted to see the pictures of old Laurel. The people interested range from young black men to elderly white folks, all who live here and have a ton of pride in our neighborhood. Everyone loves to see what the area used to look like from the photos, the maps and the drawings included.”

So is the book selling well? Like hotcakes.

“We’ve sold nearly one a day on average since it came in. Dennis was kind enough to get me 10 copies a couple of days before the Laurel World Festival and we’d sold all but two by the time he came to the booth that day to talk about the book,” Stauss says. One book a day is an amazing statistic for an industry where most books never sell more than 2,500 copies.

And how many people crossing Fruitvale Avenue at MacArthur Boulevard in the Dimond District know that a streetcar line, the Highland Park & Fruit Vale, crossed there with its passengers from the old town of Brooklyn at the foot of today’s 13th Avenue?

Developers like E. C. Sessions in the Dimond District and the Realty Syndicate’s Francis Marion “Borax” Smith in the Laurel created streetcar lines like these to carry potential customers to see the property they had for sale.

(Sessions’ line stretches back to 1875. Smith and his Key System were relative latecomers to the game.) Sessions and Smith succeeded in bringing people out to these Oakland suburbs to purchase property and settle in. Before long, stores and shops (and in the Dimond’s case, beer gardens) sprouted up near the ends of these lines. Over time these shops and gardens became shopping centers.

The streetcar line blossomed along with the districts, and by 1915 Laurel and Dimond residents could catch a streetcar to downtown Oakland. They could also ride these lines to the Southern Pacific train station at 12th and Webster streets or, for a time, to the 16th Street Depot in West Oakland.

The Dimond business district predates the Laurel’s by some 20 years. Commerical development began in the Dimond in 1878 with the opening of The Hermitage, a hotel and restaurant. Tepper’s Beer Garden served up its first beer in 1895. The Neckhaus and Bauhofer’s beer garden followed, and the Dimond gained a repution as a fun place to get “out of town”’ and enjoy yourself. (Prohibition spelled the end of the beer gardens, but the district continues the tradition with its annual “Oaktoberfest.”)

The 20th century bought groceries, feed, hay and coal to the Dimond. Both the Dimond Grocery and Neilson & Anderson’s opened in 1905.

In the Nov. 8, 1970, edition of the Oakland Tribune, historian Vernon Sappers took a walk down memory lane with George Gruner and Bill Henderson. The pair described to Sappers a sidewalk stroll along Hopkins Street and described what they would have seen about 1910.

“Hopkins Street is now MacArthur Boulevard,” Gruner and Henderson explained. “Nevertheless, imagine it is still the early 1900s and you are on the east side of Hopkins Street walking from Dimond Avenue toward Fruitvale Avenue. Perhaps you’ve just walked out of Doc Mason’s Drug Store at the northeast corner of Dimond and Hopkins.

Next door is the Diamond Movie Theater. “Note the spelling; even then it was a struggle to keep the ‘a’ out of Dimond,” Gruner explained. “But you wave a salute to James Lima, the theater owner.” (This theater predated the Dimond Theater [note correct spelling] on the site of today’s Farmer Joe’s.)

“On we go, passing the Prout Meat Market and Mrs. Short’s Candy Store before reaching the corner grocery store once operated as the Dimond Grocery Company and later as Macdonald’s Grocery,” Gruner tells Sappers.

Bank of America now occupies the old Macdonald Grocery site at the northwest corner of Hopkins Street and Fruitvale Avenue.

Across the street on the south side of Hopkins there was a big vacant field just prior to 1912. Cybelle’s Pizza is on that corner of Fruitvale and Hopkins now.

Gruner and Henderson continue their walk on Hopkins Street and cross Fruitvale Avenue.

“On the northeast of Fruitvale and Hopkins stood The Hermitage.Next door was a barber shop and then a shoe repair shop adjoining Nielsen and Andersen, grocers who maintained a feed, coal and wood yard as well.

“Bauhofer’s picnic grounds was next where music and dancing were an attraction on weekends and holidays, a spot that bordered Mrs Electa Sedgley’s cherry orchard.”

(Bauhofer’s had a boxing ring and the Oakland Tribune reported how the neighbors complained that Bauhofer’s was a haven for the “toughs and their Janes.”)

“From the orchard on up to Lincoln Avenue, was another open field. And looking across Hopkins, you’d notice that Bob Taylor’s saloon faced Champion Street just down the hill from Lincoln Aveune.

“Behind Macdonald’s Grocery on Fruitvale Avenue was the original Dimond Post Office and Dorn’s Meat Market was next door,” Henderson said.

(Joaquin Miller, the “poet of the Sierra,” once lived along the road that bears his name. He would cause quite a sensation when he would arrive on horseback to pick up his mail.)

Laurel’s commercial district had just begun to develop about the time that Gruner and Henderson took their walk. The Laurel became accessible by streetcar in 1907 thanks in large part to Allendale resident Knut Bergendahl.

Bergendahl worked for the Oakland Traction Co. He convinced his employer to run a streetcar line up Liese Aveune (as 38th Avenue was known until 1914) from East 14th Street (now International Boulevard) to Hopkins Street. The arrival of the streetcar at Liese and Hopkins Street delighted the developers, who opened real estate offices on both sides of Liese Avenue at the end of the line.

One real estate office employed a donkey-driven wagon to tranport prospective buyers to see the lots the company had for sale.

A grocery store opened just across Hopkins Street from the streetcar’s end station. Its name “Key Route Grocery” reflected the original name of the neighborhood: “Key Route Heights.”

We have a wonderful panorama of the district taken by a Realty Syndicate photographer in 1912. Thanks to this photo we know that nothing had been built on today’s MacArthur Boulevard at that time.

Three years later another photographer snapped the picture you see below. We see that the Key Route Grocery was serving the residents. The neighborhood had little else. “The district is very muddy, innocent of sidewalks or drains,” an early resident recalled.

A grove of eucalyptus trees can be seen on the distant hill and the 1910 Laurel Elementary School stands out on the left side of the photo.

Construction of commercial buildings began in earnest in 1926. “Laurel came into its own as a commercial district in the 1920s and this is reflected in its architecture,” writes historian Pamela Magnussen-Peddle. “Storefronts here are predominantly from the 1920s and have multi-colored glazed tiles, stucco, or gold-toned decorative brick of different textures.”

“By the 1920s Hopkins boasted hardware and drug stores, restaurants, a planing mill and a coal, hay and feed shop,” writes historian and retired Oakland History Room librarian Bill Sturm.

(Sturm lived in the Laurel as a younster and attended Laurel Elementary School in the building you see in the picture below.)

A walk down Hopkins Street from Laurel Avenue would have taken you past Hilltop Tavern and the Piggly Wiggly Grocery Store. You could have caught a streetcar here for the Dimond District. Streetcars never ran the length of today’s MacArthur Boulevard.

The Key System had plans for a streetcar line down this stretch to run to (believe it or not) to San Jose. The Great Depression got in the way.

By the 1930s Laurel District residents could go to the movies at either the Laurel or Hopkins theater, borrow books at the Hopkins Cirulating Library, get a prescription filled at Johnson’s Pharmacy and shop at either the Laurel Supermarket or Safeway.

Today’s shoppers in both districts can walk the same street as shoppers did more than 100 years ago.

The name was changed from Hopkins Street to MacArthur Boulevard in 1943 to honor General Douglas MacArthur. (The plan was to have a MacArthur Boulevard stretch from Canada to Mexico. The idea apparently only caught on in Oakland). Both the Laurel and Dimond districts survived the opening of the MacArthur Freeway in 1964. This new road not only cut both disticts in half, it took all the traffic around, and away from, the shopping districts as well.

Many of the buildings remain but the storefronts match 21st, rather than 19th, century tastes.

The theaters are closed. The Dimond Distict’s Farmer Joe’s now offers groceries where audiences once cheered the adventures of Errol Flynn and laughed at the antics of Laurel and Hardy. (Farmer Joe’s Laurel location was once home to Guy’s Pharmacy.) The Hopkins Theater, where Sally Rand danced on opening night and where a Goodyear blimp delivered the film for the first move, now houses a Goodwill Store and an Autozone.

The Hopkins closed in 1953 and was converted to a Hagstroms grocery store. The Tribune reported that Hagstroms celebrated its opening with “orchids for the ladies and balloons for the kiddies.”

On its way to becoming a Goodwill store and an Autozone, Hagstroms mophed into a Century Foods store, and then into a Hollywood Video (with the word Hollywood appropraiately emblazoned onto the old Hopkins Theater blade.)

Just a block or so away from the old Hopkins Theater you can do your laundry at Launderland, where Safeway shoppers once bought their groceries.

(Safeway moved to High Street into a building many remember as “Laurel Liquors,” and then to today’s Walgreen’s futher down High Street.

The building in the Dimond District where patrons enjoyed their meals at The Heritage now houses the Radio Shack. (The Presbyterians never liked the somewhat shady reputation that The Heritage brought to the neighborhood. They saw to it that the Fauvre family, who owned the restaurant, could not renew their liquor license. The Fauvres packed up and left for the Central Valley.)

History is everywhere in the Laurel and Dimond districts. Tastes and styles change, but people always need to shop or stop and enjoy a meal or a drink.

They’ve done so here for more than 100 years and, as vibrant as these districts remain, the tradition will no doubt continue.

Credits: The author would like to thank Pam Magnussen-Peddle and Bill Sturm for their research on the early Laurel District. He’d also like to thank Vernon Sappers not only for his writings about Oakand’s streetcars, but for the interesting walk he took in 1970 for the Oakland Tribune. The Dimond streetcar photograph is courtesy Vernon Sappers; the Laurel District photograph is from the Oakland Public Library, Oakland History Room; and the collage is courtesy Pipi Ray Diamond.

Brandenburg and Berlin Way

Posted on November 28, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

My German ancestors lived in Berlin. I was born on Berlin Way.

John John

Brandenburg (/ˈbrændənbɜːrɡ/also US/ˈbrɑːndənbʊərk/,[5][6][7] German: [ˈbʁandn̩bʊʁk] (listen); Low GermanBrannenborgLower SorbianBramborska [ˈbrambɔrska]) is a state in the northeast of Germany. With an area of 29,478 square kilometres (11,382 sq mi) and a population of 2.5 million residents, it is the fifth-largest German state by area and the tenth-most populousPotsdam is the state capital and largest city, while other major towns include CottbusBrandenburg an der Havel and Frankfurt (Oder).

Brandenburg surrounds the national capital and city-state of Berlin, and together they form the Berlin/Brandenburg Metropolitan Region, the third-largest metropolitan area in Germany.

Brandenburg borders the states of Mecklenburg-VorpommernLower SaxonySaxony-Anhalt, and Saxony, as well as the country of Poland.

Brandenburg originated in the Northern March in the 900s AD, from areas conquered from the Wends. It later became the Margraviate of Brandenburg, a major principality of the Holy Roman Empire. In the 15th century, it came under the rule of the House of Hohenzollern, which later also became the ruling house of the Duchy of Prussia and established Brandenburg-Prussia, the core of the later Kingdom of Prussia. From 1815 to 1947, Brandenburg was a province of Prussia.

Following the abolition of Prussia after World War II, Brandenburg was established as a state by the Soviet Military Administration in Germany, and became a state of the German Democratic Republic in 1949. In 1952, the state was dissolved and broken up into multiple regional districts. Following German reunification, Brandenburg was re-established in 1990 and became one of the five new states of the Federal Republic of Germany.

Brandenburg – Wikipedia

Sanctuary of the California Kid

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Seer at the Berkeley Psychic Institute told me this;

“People come into your being and take, take, take! You are powerless to stop them. I don’t know why.”

In 1963 I hitch-hiked to New York and lived in the Village. I was looking for the long haired artists I saw on the cover of LIFE magazine. I got a job at Yale Trucking, and was called ‘The California Kid’ by my tough co-workers, fellow stevedors. I was seventeen, the same age as Rena Christiansen when we first met.

Driving up from LA, we drove on Pismo Beach. Rena got out of the car, took off her cut-offs, picked up my friend’s ten year old daughter, and carried her into the waves. Julie told Rena she was afraid of the ocean, and this beautiful creature answered;

“So am I. Let’s do this together.”

No one wore a bikini like Rena. My friend and I stood and watched this incredible movie as the first wave struck this tall statuesque young woman. Julie squealed with delight, and held on tight.

When Rena got back in the car, my friend leaned back and shut the door on me and drove down the beach with with Beauty, he intent on capturing her, because it was too much, she would chose me, this California artist and poet, this original hippie, this California Kid who was being emulated all over the world. People were invaidng my sapce. I couldnot blow enugh roses to move them out. Brian was a Brittish subject.

“Let us go to California with flowers in our hair, and take, take, take! Let’s soak up the groovy vibes, get some godly insights, and some California Girls – for free! It’s all free! Californians are giving it away – for free! Come get your free sex in Cali-forn-ia!

After burying Hippie, and after our vision was crushed by cops and the military, they kept coming.

“Lets go live in California, get on the ground floor of the Land Boom. Let’s, take, take ,take!”

My grandfather came to California and captured its Spirit. Ancestors on my father’s side were San Francisco Pioneers. Everyone said there was something wonderful in the air, a cool vibration that was sweeping the nation. No one bothered to look for a source, the inheritor of this Good Vibe!

Rena told my friend to turn his car around. This was the kidnapping of a seventeen year old girl. My ex-friend let us stay the night, as promised, then put us out and left town. He was jealous. His neighbor who I let have my apartment because his wife had a newborn baby, let us use his tent that we put up in the backyard in Oakland. But, then they came, dudes I knew only by name. They walked into the backyard on Congress to gape at her, they hearing about her beauty, they wanting to take her in. Take, take, take – her in!

This is when I put the tent in my car, and headed out of town. We camped near the Russian River where Rena swam almost every day. When she stood up and removed her cut-offs, there was a hush in the air. Her walk to the water was spell-binding. No one did it better, this archetypal California Scene that has sold a zillion products, made many – rich! Take, take, take!

Here is the beach Rena lay our towels on, and where I applied suntan lotion to her golden form. She was queen of the Nereids:

In Greek mythology, the Nereids ( /ˈnɪəriɪdz/ NEER-ee-idz; Greek: Νηρηΐδες) are sea nymphs (distinct from the mermaid-like Sirens), the fifty daughters of Nereus and Doris, sisters to Nerites. They often accompany Poseidon and can be friendly and helpful to sailors fighting perilous storms.

There gathered round her every goddess, every Nereid that was in the deep salt sea. Glauce was there and Thaleia and Cymodoce; Nesaea, Speio, Thoe and ox-eyed Halie; Cymothoe, Actaee and Limnoreia; Melite, Iaera, Amphithoe and Agaue; Doto, Proto, Pherusa and Dynamene; Dexamene, Amphinome and Callianeira; Doris, Panope and far-sung Galatea; Nemertes, Apseudes and Callianassa. Clymene came too, with Ianeira, Ianassa, Maera, Oreithuia, Amatheia of the lovely locks, and other Nereids of the salt sea depths. The silvery cave was full of nymphs.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

Here is Royal Rosamond’s story that appeared in Out west Magazine:

Camping on Anacapa Island

It WAS a glorious summer morning
at the Chautauqua at Ventura-
Bgra by-the-sea. A breeze wafted in
5^™* from off old ocean, Jaden with
mysterious odors — a salt tang — as wel-
come as it was invigorating.

As far out as the eye could reach, a
cobalt mist clung to the bosom of the
sea, above which the peaks and slopes
of the Anacapa Islands appeared, height-
ened by the uncertain thickness of fog.
To the right, on a high plateau, but a
few rods from the beach, “Pierpont
Inn,”, that wonderful hostelry — stood
like an old lion looking out to sea.

Although early, the bathers were
sporting in the surf, shouting their hap-
piness above the thunder and roar of
the breakers. A maiden in a bathing
suit of translucent green came dripping
from the surf, seating herself hear where
the waves were spreading out like great
fans. She began to arrange, with deft
fingers, the massive coils of golden hair.
Suddenly, a great wave rose up,, curved
and spilled, and the contour of her slen-
der body was caught in sharp relief
against the foam — a vision of jade and
ivory and gold perched imperiously be-
yond the waves.

Two couples came up from the sea
and threw themselves upon the clean
white sand to dry — among the dunes
over which appeared the Chautauqua
Building and the rows of white tents —
the tent city.

One of the women shrieked in ecs-
tacy of delight, throwing the dry sand
as she had splashed water the moment
efore. “Oh,” she cried. “I am the
mate and the captain bold, and the crew
of the Nancy Lee; I’m going to explore
those islands!” pointing toward Ana-

By Roy Reuben Rosamond

capa twenty miles away.

“Completely wearied by this ocean
air and splendid environment, science,
religion, literature and music and art!”
exclaimed Frank, her husband.

“Certainly not,” laughed the girl,
pelting him with sand. “I expect to
camp here every summer of my life and
rest and hear the lectures and the music,
but a trip to those islands is the missing
link in my chain of happiness. We have
gone sailing, fished and bathed in the
sea, visited the grand old San Buena-
ventura Mission and the Native Daugh-
ter Palms, enjoyed the scenic beauty
of the Matilija and the drive around the
Triangle, and now it must be a trip to
the islands. And so it was agreed that
they would go.

A boat was chartered and the day set
for the trip ovei*.

The Captain steered the boat Anacapa
— the morning that they started — one
point west of south. This would bring
them to the little harbor at the islands.
Perched upon the roof of the cabin,
forward, the women enjoyed every mo-
ment, for the sea was as calm as a lake.
Frank and John were aft, where the trol-
ling lines claimed their attention. Sud-
denly a line stretched taut. “Another
passenger!” Frank shouted; and then the
Captain slowed down until a twenty
pound albacore could be taken aboard.
The excitement was intense until the
fish lay flopping on the deck.

The Santa Barbara Channel is always
interesting to those crossing to or from
the islands. Whales and sharks are
often seen and a trip is seldom made
without passing through a school of
porpoise. Sea gulls circled the air.
A coast line steamer appeared to port
and then dissapeared to starboard, cross-
ing the bow.

“We should be able to see the island
presently” said Frank.

The Captain looked at his watch.
“Three hours out,” he said. “They
are about three miles off.”

“See the arch there at the east end.”
said the Captain. Immediately all eyes



were turned toward the solitary rock
near the larger east island, resembling
the arch of some great gateway.

“How long are the islands?” asked

“About six miles long,” the Captain
replied. “There are three islands in
the group, the west island and the middle
island separated by a gap about ten feet
wide, and the middle and east island
separated by a wide gap, where the
waves of the south meet the channel
waves, making a great roar as they
come together.”

“It appears to me that the west is-
land would afford some hill-climbing,”
said Frank. “It must have been the
peak of a great mountain before the

“Yes, it is difficult to climb,” agreed
the Captain. “It is almost a thousand
feet high. Those dark spots you see
just above the surface of the water are
the caves. And the marine gardens
lie near the shore. Can you see the camp
there near the first gap? That is where
we land. We call it Webster Bay.”

“See the houses there on the middle
island!” Rose exclaimed.

“They were built years ago, by Fish-
ermen, and are now used by the campers.
Just below them there is a cave that
has never been explored and which roars

The islands became more interesting
as the launch drew nearer. More caves
came into view. The rough jagged
rocks became more and more picturesque.
A seal thrust his head above the water
near a great garden of golden kelp.

It was twelve o’clock when the Anacapa
dropped anchor in Webster Bay. Every-
one declared that it had struck twelve
in their stomaches fully an hour before,
so keen was their hunger. So they went
ashore with only that part of the camp-
ing outfit that would respond to their
immediate wants. No need of haste
here in this other world where whistles
did not blow nor the telephone ring.

They chose a sandy shelf high above
the rocky beach, with a pathway lead-
ing up to it; and here they pitched their
tents. The real exploration began early
the next morning, after an out-of-door
breakfast. They secured one of the
Captain’s skiffs — and started toward

the marine gardens and the Painted
Caves, which are only a short distance
west of the harbor.

Soon they were looking over the edge
of the skiff at the wonders beneath
them. Mysterious, busy life swarmed
everywhere. The marine gardens ex-
tend to the very entrance of the Painted
Cave. Golden kelp swings back and
forth as the violet waves go slowly
in and out; but beyond the narrow en-
trance the water widens into a minia-
ture lake, and the receding walls and
roof are plainly visible.

Within the great dome-like cavity
a narrow: beach makes a half circle, and
here they left the skiff, climbing up the
sloping back-wall as if passing up the
aisle of same great theater. Water
lashing against the stony beach sent
up a sound to be pitched back and forth
against the walls until it became a hol-
low, awesome sound, filling the cave
with a roar.

The cave is about three hundred feet
in diameter and over a hundred high.
It is color rather than dimension that
makes it attractive. It looks as if a
painter had mixed, in turn, the brightest
colors with green, throwing the result
promisciously against the walls and roof.
The fact that the colors are always fresh
and vivid is a mystery to many.

The Painted Cave is the most beauti-
ful wonder-spot about Anacapa. The
nature lover will travel as far to see it
as the art lover to view a masterpiece
in painting.

West of the Painted Cave perpendi-
cular walls of rock come down to meet
the sea. A bald-headed eagle was perch-
ed on a high pinnacle like a guardian
of the isles.

The Water Cave was the next place
to be visited. Here the only fresh water,
excepting that caught in a cistern below
the houses, trickles down the walls,
watering the wild flowers growing in
natural jardeniers, being finally caught
in a cement basin some thoughtful fish-
erman had made some time before.

That afternoon they passed through
an arch in the ridge of the island and
explored a portion of the south side afoot,
the beaches where the moonstones
abound and the shells of many pattern
lure one into searching for them.



Of all the shells none are so beautiful
as the abalone. Some seem to have
caught, in some mysterious manner, the
sheen of moonlight upon the water, still
others the crimson and gold of the sun-
set sea.

“Come,” said the Captain the next
morning. “We are going to the east
end of the island and see the arch and
will troll on the way.” This was an
invitation to all the campers, and so the
Anacapa glided away.

On the way to the east end the launch
passed by many interesting places. Just
below the houses there is a place called
Stingaree Bay, a narrow beach, the en-
trance of which is lined with jagged
rock-points. Here the Winfield Scott,
that merchantman of the olden, golden
days of California, loaded with gold dust
and bound for Panama, ran ashore in
the fog, Sept. 1852, and was wrecked.
A few of her crew managed to cross the
channel in a small boat, landing some-
where in the vicinity of Ventura, where
they sent a messenger by relay to San
Francisco and a rescue ship was sent
out from that port, reaching the remain-
ing crew of the wrecked ship after their
many days of hardship and suffering.
Not a man of the crew was lost, although
it was believed that only a portion of the
gold was recovered. For years a por-
tion of the half-submerged ship remained
in the little cove, its wreckage strewn
upon the narrow beach, but piece by
piece it has been taken by visitors and
cherished as a relic.

One day one of the women said leave
me to solitude and nature today I want
to write a letter home and then she settled
herself on the sand and wrote:

“They call this a barren rock — this
Anacapa Island — but yesterday the tide
was low, leaving the plant life exposed.
I wish that I could name the varieties
of sea weed and moss and their wonder-
ful color, but I drop my pen in despair
of ever giving you any conception of
them. The marine gardens grow upon
submerged rocks, for I discovered a
little sand path between them resembl-
ing the pathway of a garden. Hard
against a rock affording protection from
the direct sweep of the waves, I found
a multi-colored star-fish, his back covered,
at regular intervals, with tiny spheres

of white, as if a mermaid had decorated
it with pearls.

— “I think that the real charm of
these islands is the color and the clean,
pure sea. One day we looked down into
the sea from a great distance, into the
green and purple depths and the creamr
white racing foam. Purity! How near
God seems over here. One grows ac-
customed to looking at the life below
rather than the life above the water,
so deep can the eyes penetrate.

— “We have been here five days, have
eaten fish twice a day and have not
served the same kind twice. The law
on crawfish has been in force for two
years and is just out. The fisherman
are busy with their traps! We found
a cove where large crawfish abound, and
went to get one, with no other weapon
than the oars. The water was clear
and shallow, and there they were hugging
the grass-grown walls of the cove only
three feet beneath us. Frank stabbed
one with an oar.

— “This morning we climbed the middle
island and visited the ancient burial
ground. Judging from the dimensions
of their camping ground, which is strewn
with de-composed sea shells, there must
have been a large tribe here at one time.

— “Last night phosphorescence cover-
ed the whole surface of the sea and
when the great waves broke and pored
they sent out great flashes of shattered
light and glimmer. John threw a rock
into a quiet spot and as it descended it
left behind it myriad sparks like a comet’s
tail. Fish would pass near the shore,
with two streams of light trailing back
on either side. The spectral depths
were all aglow.

— “One of the island peaks reminds me
of the Statue of Liberty. And just
west of our camp there is a likeness of
George Washington on a point of rock
that juts out into the foam.

— “We must start for home tomorrow,
for our ten days provisions have lasted
but a week. Such appetites! Our main
diet, now, being fish. We are coming
again next year, but will be provided for
ajlonger stay, you may be sure of that.”

The Prussian Kingdom of Jerusalem and California

Posted on November 22, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Royal Janitor


John G. Precsco

Copyright 2020

While Starfish salivated over the target rifle that Admiral William Augustus Lee used when he won his first gold medal, Victoria took in the old map that was hung on the back of the display. She had seen it before. In her work at the Royal College of Arms, she had seen many old maps that were provided as evidence of a royal or Baronic lineage. Claims to land – played a huge role in owning a title and cote of arms!

Pressing her nose to the glass, Victoria was now nine years old. When she read the name Charles Preuss, she went into a deep trance. She had looked at a dozen copies of this map filed in the College to back up claims for large chunks of California. Taking out her cellphone, she googled John Fremont. Preuss went on four of Fremont’s expeditions and helped map ‘The Oregon Trail’. But why the exploration of California that led to Bear Rebellion? Lee was a Fremont buff.

What are you doing?” asked Starfish who had crept up like a cat and was peering over her lover’s shoulder. How tall she is – and curious – smiled Victoria.

“I’m traveling on the Oregon Trail with Fremont and Pruess. They made that map together.”

All of a sudden Myriam went into a trance, also. She had seen this map on the wall of the trailer she was raised in.

“My parents had a copy of this map. It was behind their altar.”

Victoria was so moved when two tears appear in Starfishes eyes.

“Let’s go to our room.”

Ignoring the painted of Salvador Dali looking on as they went into their Tandem Trance, they worked their laptops like dueling pianists. Their bond had become a contest of the best kind.

“Check out Senator Thomas Hart Benton the alleged author of Manifest Destiny!”

“But John Astor paid Washington Irving to author a book about the trade in Beaver pelts. Benton was Astor’s attorney who bought and them sold the Oregon Territory to the British.”

“Why? Ah-huh! Here we go. The tutor of William Astor was Christian von Bunsen, who was a close friend of Frederick William of Prussia. Bunsen was a member of a society that built German Colonies in Palastine.”

“It looks like they were founding a New Jerusalem!”

“That’s not all.” Myriam said, with a quaking voice. The Prussians were considering buying California for four million dollars from Mexico. My parents knew all about this plan. They claimed the sale was carried out.”

“How do they know this?”

“My mother descends from Ludwig von Roennes.”

“Why isn’t this in your profile?”

“My parents made me promise to tell no one. Roennes had an affair with Susan Benton in Paris while she was married to Baron Boilleu. It was a huge scandal. There was going to be a divorce. Fremont and Baron were accused of a massive railroad fraud. They were set-up by a powerful group – that I suspect killed my parents.”

Myriam’s story trailed off. She turned to look at Victoria who eyes were boring into her brain. For the first time Starfish felt her lover was capable of hurting her.

“You have been using me?”


“We need to take a break!”

As the author of this novel I am not allowed to reveal the deprogramming technique used the BAD to align information with loyal agents in order to weed out a information spy. Due to Synchronicity, valid suspicion arise, or are net of the Road of Knowledge. David Humes discovered this phenonium. An hour later they are on the same page looking at the two lions in front of the New York Public Library.

“The losy Russian Fairytales are inside!” declared Starfish.

“I believe they are German Fairytales! Victoria corrected.

“We were led on a wild-goose-chase! By Mother Goose!”

“Correct. Queen Victoria – is Mother Goose. There is a lion are in her Cote of Arms! Leo Astor, and Leo Lenox! She has a Unicorn. Richard the Lion Hearted went on Crusade. It is alleged Prussia had no colonies. But when you look at Victoria’s family, there is Prussian Royalty everywhere. This Holstein connection is interesting because it appears the people of this land were destined to live in California. Replace the ear with a lion.”

“You just gave me goosebumps!”

“It appears Preuss was a agent for the Prussian Monarchy – who would want to see what they were purchasing!”

“I was named after that red star!”

“What star?”

“On the Californian flag. That bear is named ‘Monarch’. Starfish is the planet Uranus that was discovered 1846. This signaled the Unification of Germany and the beginning of a European Revolution of 1848. Sixty Americans were chosen to go with Emperor Wilhem of Prussia to help found colonies in the Promised Land. My parents had returned from Israel days before the butane tank blew on their trailer. They were studying the Rossetta Stone. They believe it held a code – a clue within a code! They believe this code is associated with……aliens…….How come you are not giving me – a look?”

“Have you heard of the Persian Comet Kings, better known as ‘The Magi’?

Two hours later;

“I know these songs. I was taught to sing them. I can lower my voice. Want to hear? Do you play the piano. Here is the score. There is Dali’s grand piano. I call this The Sleeping Beauty Song, whose name was Rosamond…..The Rose of the World.”

“The sleeping princess in the Rossetta Stone!”

“They were Templer!”

I promised my daughter and grandson a kingdom. This offer is extended to my granddaughter, Ember Dew. Five days ago I posted these links, then took them down.

Prussian Kingdom and Universal Post Office | Rosamond Press

(2) Yoram Chaiter singing Persian song No.9 by Anton Rubinstein – YouTube

“Initially the Templers concentrated on farming – draining the swamps, planting fields, vineyards and orchards, and employing modern working techniques unfamiliar to Palestine (they were the first to market “Jaffa Oranges” – produce from their Sarona settlement near Jaffa).

They operated steam-powered oil presses and flour mills, opened the country’s first hotels and European-style pharmacies, and manufactured essential commodities such as soap and cement – and beer.

In his book The Settlements of the Wuerttemberg Templers in Palestine 1868-18, Prof Alex Carmel of Haifa University observes how the Templers “soon gained a reputation for their skills and their diligence. They built exemplary colonies and pretty houses surrounded by flower gardens – a piece of their homeland in the heart of Palestine”.

Symbols of their fervent religious beliefs are still evident in the Jerusalem neighbourhood where the Templers began to settle in 1873. They named the district Emek Refaim (Valley of Refaim) after a place in the Bible, and verses from the Scriptures, inscribed in Gothic lettering, survive on the lintels of their former homes.

The Templers: German settlers who left their mark on Palestine – BBC News

Antoine Isaac Silvestre de Sacy – Wikipedia

Jean-François Champollion – Wikipedia

Silvestre de Sacy was the first Frenchman to attempt to read the Rosetta stone. He made some progress in identifying proper names in the demotic inscription.

From 1807 to 1809, Sacy was also a teacher of Jean-François Champollion, whom he encouraged in his research.

But later on, the relationship between the master and student became chilly. In no small measure, Champollion’s Napoleonic sympathies were problematic for Sacy, who was decidedly Royalist in his political sympathies.

In 1811, Étienne Marc Quatremère, also a student of Sacy, published his Mémoires géographiques et historiques sur l’Égypte… sur quelques contrées voisines.

There was some rivalry between Champollion and Quatremère. Champollion published a paper in 1814 that covered some of the same territory. The allegations then arose that Champollion had plagiarized the work of Quatremère. Silvestre de Sacy seemed to take the side of Quatremère, according to Champollion.[6]

Antoine Isaac, Baron Silvestre de Sacy 

Sasanian Empire – Wikipedia

The European probe Rosetta woke up Monday after a 31-month hibernation in a nearly decade-old quest to explore a comet, the European Space Agency (ESA) announced.

“It was a fairy-tale ending to a tense chapter,” it said.

Europe’s most ambitious space mission, the craft was launched in 2004 on a trek of seven billion kilometres (4.3 billion miles) around the inner Solar System.

Its goal is to meet up in August with a comet, 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko, and in November send down a lander to carry out experiments on the icy wanderer.

Comets are clusters of ice and dust which are believed to be remnants from the very birth of our star system.

Pisces, the last sun sign of the zodiac, has Neptune as its ruling planet. The planet of Neptune has been named after the Roman God of Sea and the deep, ocean blue color of the planet perfectly reflects this belief. The planet takes approximately 165 years to complete an entire circle around the sun. This means that it spends, on an average, about 14 years in each sign of the zodiac. Neptune was discovered by astronomers in 1846 and since then been associated with idealism, spirituality, imagination, mysticism, psychic phenomena and empathy.

Charles Preuss – Wikipedia

In 1842 Fremont was preparing an expedition out of St. Louis to map the Pacific Northwest and kept Preuss employed. Preuss was 39 by this time, red-faced and ill-humored. They were a badly matched pair, but Preuss played perfect counterpoint to Fremont. If Fremont saw the poetry in the unfolding landscapes around him, Preuss saw precise longitudes and latitudes. Preuss proved to be an important member of Fremont’s expeditions of 1842–44 and 1848 as well. The Fremont/Preuss maps of this period were the basis for all western maps of the following two decades. One author writing on the mapping of the Transmississippi West said, “The 1845 Fremont/Preuss map changed the entire picture of the West, and made a lasting contribution to cartography.”[6]

“Frémont’s sensational report included an excellent topographical map by Charles Preuss, The large sheet, which depicted the routes of both of Frémont’s expeditions, was a cartographic milestone. By accurately representing the basic features of the new country, Preuss changed the course of western mapmaking. No longer would cartography be based on myth and speculation.”[3]

After completing this map, Preuss was engaged by Congress to create another map. He declined to accompany Fremont on his third expedition and in 1846, Preuss completed the second map, more important for prospective emigrants than the first. On seven sheets he carefully traced the Oregon Trail, using Frémont’s narrative to indicate campsites with essential grass, wood, and water and to show distances, climate, and Indian inhabitants. Widely popular among those who took the Platte River road to Oregon and California, this annotated atlas was one of the greatest contributions Frémont and Preuss made to the development of the West.”[4]

Congress commissioned to Preuss create a third map in 1848, this time using information from records kept by Lt. Kern who was the topographer on Fremont’s third expedition.

Astor belonged to the Freemasons, a fraternal order, and served as Master of Holland Lodge #8, New York City in 1788. Later he served as Grand Treasurer for the Grand Lodge of New York.[19] He was president of the German Society of the City of New York from 1837 to 1841.[20]

The pair of marble lions that sit by the entrance of the New York Public Library Main Branch at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street were originally named Leo Astor and Leo Lenox, after Astor and James Lenox, who founded the library from his own collection. Next, they were called Lord Astor and Lady Lenox (both lions are males). Mayor Fiorello La Guardia renamed them “Patience” and “Fortitude” during the Great

Frederick William IV of Prussia – Wikipedia

Hotel Del Monte – Wikipedia

Charles Preuss – Wikipedia


Prussia, alone among the contenders for California, had no colonies of its own. All but without a navy of its own, and the weakest and smallest of the European great powers, its position as a candidate for the vast state of California upon the other side of the world can seem unlikely at first. Friedrich Ludwig von Roenne, the German ambassador to the United States, was a vigorous proponent of colonies, and wrote the following to Christian von Bunsen, the Prussian ambassador to the United Kingdom, as follows:

I fully agree with you that now is the moment, under the rule of our excellent King, who has a genuine German mind and heart, which beats aloud for everything that is noble, to lay the foundations of the greatness of our beautiful German Fatherland, in a political as well as in a commercial sense. England will always, as you say, see in us an awkward rival, but the time has arrived when we must act in a bold and independent way, and this can only happen if we are united as if we have a Navy and colonies. What a country Germany could become in such circumstances! She would be the equal of any other . . .

Your idea of purchasing California is an excellent one. I would never have thought of doing such an audacious thing, but, nevertheless, as early as the year 1837 I already had the notion, for when I reported on the condition of immigrants- especially with regard to the question of establishing a penal colony- I called attention to the possibility that Mexico might agree to give up a piece of land in California. The idea of buying all California deserves in every way to be preferred to this. The many Germans who go there yearly from the United States very soon cease to be Germans; they adopt local manners and customs and are entirely lost to Germany. On the other hand, a completely German colony, even long after migration, would retain for our German manufactures a permanent market and yield all the profit to the Mother Country. The possession of such a colony would also provide a good training-ground for our army and offer innumerable other benefits.

Upper California- which alone can be considered- if one can trust the many descriptions of it which which have been produced- the [latest] is I believe that by Alexander Forbes,12 published in 1839 in London- is one of the finest countries in the world, and on account of its happy position between the tropical and northern zones, is capable of bringing forth all the products which are suitable for exchange with the Mother Country, and which also would even be sought after by Mexico and the South American states. It is only necessary that it should be in the possession of an active, industrious and energetic people, and who would dispute these qualities to our German countrymen? These are the qualities whereby they earn so much respect here in the United States. No people on earth are better as cultivators of the soil than the Germans.

England, France and the United States would no doubt look at such an undertaking with jealous eyes, but I can hardly believe they would use force to prevent it from happening. Certainly not the United States! But in any case it would be a good thing, before taking any of the contemplated steps, to assure the cooperation of Denmark through her Navy. Only then would we be powerful enough, and have the means to carry out this plan.

The sovereignty of Mexico over California may hardly at be said at present to be more than a paper one-as a matter of fact I don’t exactly know what the situation is. Three years ago independence was declared.13 Nevertheless it would be very important vis-à-vis the other powers that sovereignty should be ceded by Mexico. Actual possession could then easily be secured without the use of very much force being required. Also, I am inclined to think, because of the looseness of the existing connection, that she would be readily disposed to entertain such a proposition. In any case she would prefer to see Germans there to the English, the Americans or the Texans, and I believe that even these two last would prefer to have Germans to the English.

Nevertheless I am not absolutely in a position to say whether this is likely to have enthusiastic acceptance on the part of Mexico. If Denmark appreciated her advantage she would not hesitate for a moment to cooperate in the closest possible way with Germany. The time is past- or at least should be- when smaller nations should see advantage in being hostile to their more powerful neighbours. . . . The smaller states can only reckon on the continuance of their independence if they don’t stand in the way of their larger neighbours. . .

Ludwig von Roenne’s words were not just idle musings. He planned to negotiate with Denmark for the usage of the Danish navy in communications with the colony, and to have his colleague Baroth von Gerolt, a fluent Spanish speaker, conduct negotiations with the Mexicans. However, in December 1842, he Mexican ambassador to the United States in Washington DC. Talking with Mr. Almonte, the Mexican ambassador, he was convinced that the Mexicans saw advantage in ceding Northern California to the Germans, rather than, as rumors put it, to the American or the English. For the Mexicans, the idea was that it would form an effective buffer state between them and the Americans. He would go ahead as well to contact William Hogan, a former US congressman and the equivalent of a lobbyist, who declared his support for the endeavor. This all came to nought : at this points sources differ with either that the Prussian government advanced no further, quietly shelving the project, or that it proceeded as far as negotiations with the Mexicans in Washington and London for the sum of some $6 million to purchase the colony, but then abruptly dropped out of negotiations. Whichever that it was, California would not be painted in Prussian blue.

Friedrich Ludwig von Rönne, a German liberal and a proponent of German colonization of California.
Friedrich Ludwig von Rönne, a German liberal and a proponent of German colonization of California.

Prussian Evangelical Templers in Carmel

Posted on April 28, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press


Rosemary told her sons the Stuttmeisters were Teutonic Knights. Our mother may have confused them with the Templers, a movement that was banned by the Evangelical Church, that they were in good standing with. This is why their tomb is at the entrance of the Berlin cemetary that may have been created to accept the parishioners of this Lutheran Union. A schism would explain why there is no history to be found on this family. The Templers became associated with the Nazis and their records were stored in East Germany. The Templers lived in the Holy Land and were intent on rebuilding the Temple – while wearing the Swastika!

I suspect Rudolph was an envoy who set out in ships to bring the Templers back into the fold – that beheld Kaiser Wilhelm as a Prussian Messiah? The Stuttmeisters may have been court preachers for the royal Prussians, and thus they gave their children their names.

Wilhelm Hoffmann served as one of the royal Prussian court preachers at the Supreme Parish and Collegiate Church in Berlin and was a co-founder and first president of the Jerusalem Association. Americans joined the Templers in the Holy Land.

Envoys of the Evangelical State Church of Prussia’s older Provinces successfully proselytised among the schismatics, gaining most of them.[6] Thus some colonies became places of partisans of two different Christian denominations and their respective congregations (Haifa, Jaffa, Jerusalem, Sarona).

How could the Stuttmeisters tell their children and grandchildren what they have been up to – around the world. They would talk to their playmates, who would tell their Christian parents, the Germans were Calvinists who believed in a coming Doomsday, and thus the Temple in Jerusalem had to be rebuilt. When my sixteen year old daughter came into my life in 2000, I told her such wild tales, her and her mother called me mad, and ditched me in order to be with Victoria. Dan Brown’s book came out two years later.

Empress Augustus Victoria looks like my kin. Here I am slipping a coin in the crack made by the earthquake of 1989.

Jon Presco


Hoffmann and Hardegg purchased land at the foot of Mount Carmel and established a colony there in 1868. At the time, Haifa had a population of 4,000. The Templers are credited today with promoting the development of the city. The colonists built an attractive main street that was much admired by the locals.

After the 1898 visit of Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany, one of the Kaiser’s traveling companions, Colonel Joseph Freiherr von Ellrichshausen, initiated the formation of a society for the advancement of the German settlements in Palestine, inStuttgart. It enabled the settlers to acquire land for new settlements by offering them low interest loans. A second wave of pioneer settlers founded Wilhelma (now Bnei Atarot) in 1902 near LodValhalla (1903) near the original Jaffa colony, followed by Bethlehem of Galilee (1906) and Waldheim (now Alonei Abba) in 1907. At its height, the Templer community in Palestine numbered 2,200.[dubious – discuss

] In 1898, Kaiser Wilhelm II made a trip to Jerusalem to personally dedicate the new church.[3] For the dedication of the church, the Kaiser entered the city on horse back through two specially made ceremonial arches, one a gift of the Ottoman Empire and one a gift from the local Jewish community.[4] The church was dedicated on Reformation Day, 1898. At the dedication, Wilhelm said:

From Jerusalem came the light in splendor from which the German nation became great and glorious; and what the Germanic peoples have become, they became under the banner of the cross, the emblem of self-sacrificing charity.[5],_Jerusalem

A particular purpose of the travel to Palestine was the inauguration of the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in Jerusalem. Built on land given to King William I of Prussia (after 1870 Kaiser Wilhelm I) in 1869 by Sultan Abdülaziz of the Ottoman Empire, the church was constructed from 1892-1898.  For the dedication of the church, the Kaiser Wilhelm II entered the city on horse back through to specially made ceremonial arches, one a gift of the Ottoman Empire and one a gift from the local Jewish community.The church was dedicated on 31 October, Reformation Day, 1898. At the dedication, Wilhelm said: “From Jerusalem came the light in splendor from which the German nation became great and glorious; and what the Germanic peoples have become, they became under the banner of the cross, the emblem of self-sacrificing charity.”

In 1898 the German emperor Wilhelm II (1859-1941) and his wife Augusta Viktoria made a triumphal entry into Jerusalem as multitudes gathered at Jaffa Gate to welcome the Prussian King and German monarch. The visitor left his mark on Jerusalem. He inaugurated the German Lutheran Church of the Redeemer and amongst other things donated a large sum of money for the construction of the Bikur Holim Hospital.

During the royal visit to Jerusalem, Wilhelm also laid the cornerstone for the later construction of Augusta Victoria (named after his wife), a complex on Mt. Scopus that would later become a church, hospice and hospital. Until the late 1920s Augusta Victoria also served as the residence of the British High Commissioner for Palestine until he moved to Armon HaNatziv.

The population fluctuated between 300-400 settlers between 1870 and 1914. Sixty of the colonists were American citizens and their leader, Jacob Schumacher served as the U.S. consular agent for Haifa and northern Palestine.[2] Due to their population increase and the on-going urbanisation of Haifa, the colonists searched to buy lands in order to found new settlements. These were to be exclusively monodenominational. Thus the Templers settled in Bethlehem of Galilee and the Evangelical Protestants founded the neighbouring Waldheim.[3]

Employing modern farming methods, the Templers introduced soil fertilization, better methods of crop rotation and new crops such as potatoes. They imported agricultural machinery and engaged in “mixed farming,” combining dairy farming and field crops.[4]

Registering the land was problematic due to back taxes and local boundary disputes, which sometimes turned violent.[5] The Templers thus abandoned farming in favor of industry and tourism. They built hotels, opened workshops and established an olive oil soap factory.[6]

On October 31, 2012, the California Department of Public Health mailed me a copy of my birth cirtificate. My mother and father were living on Berlin Way where William Stuttmesiter and his cousin, William Buyer built over over forty new homes on this street, and on Maple Street just around the corner.

My father had a framed marriage cirtificate of Frederick William Stuttmeister to a women named Charlotte. Vicki Presco did not have this cirtificate as I hoped. Vic’s mother’s middle name was Charlotte. Some citation on the web have Charlottenburg as the meaning of the name Stuttmeister. No. 1 Berlin Way was the address on this cirtificate. This street was founded by a King of Prussia who was into the Arts, thus one finds several famous Art Colleges here.

Berlin Way appears to have been the Bohemian district. The theatre and early cinima was here, as was an amusement park named ‘Flora’. Consider Carl Janke’s theme park in Belmont. It appears my grandfathers were German Bohemians, perhaps related to the Prince of Orange and who was a Rosicruican. Consider Falcon art college and Godschalk Rosemondt. The House of Orange married into the Kings of Prussia. Here is the unseen Enlightentment. Here is the core of British Royalty, even its creative branch.

When I died I beheld my kindred, some who are buried in Berlin, and others in Colma where I took my daughter and my newborn grandson. This was the resurrection from the dead of the Artists of the World, and the Rose of the world. On my birth cirtificate is the name Rosemary Rosamond. My cousin, Dayrl Bulkley, said her father said the Stuttmeisters had another name. I believe that name was Chalottenburg. From this name sprang William and Mary.

When I died I behled the War of the Worlds. My Prussian ancestors were Teutonic Knights. Half of my kindred were Artists and Scholars, the other half, murderous warriors. Due to World War one and Two, the Bohemian Creative branch of my family got buried, never to see the light of day. Howevxer, I was born on October 8, 1946 at 6:10 P.M. (time not shown on cirtificate) eight minutes past sunset. My mother was too spent to go to the window where the nurses were being amazed by a start shower. My birth has everything to do with Revelations 12 ‘The Woman and the Dragon’.

I am the Angel with no Name. I have resurrected the Rose of the World. I am the Judge. I have washed your sins away so that what has been lost in the fall from grace can be refreshed. What is good in you, what is best, can now come to the forefront, and be in the light………..again.

Jon the Nazrite Judge

P.S. Note the black cat on the Stuttmeister tomb. Happy Holloween!

Esplanade, term from the French for a large space or forecourt.

Esplanade, term from the French for a large space or forecourt, as we can see it between rows of houses or fortifications and the associated city.

in 1874 the road was created by the landowner Stuttmeister (Charlottenburg), which probably belonged to this terrain. The route still without a name is drawn on the map from 1877. Originally should at the end of the Esplanade, a free place on a map of 1902 called Wilhelm Platz, built. On that map, runs the Esplanade also at right angles. That running to the North, as the Wilhelmplatz only projected piece, was however not the Esplanade annexed to, but was subsequently named Trienter road. The South side of the Esplanade ranks to Prenzlauer Berg, the northern side to Pankow.

Everything is important to Esplanade in Berlin, house number accurate information about PLZ, district, local powers, site profile, and more. Esplanade has the numbers 1-65, belongs to the districts Pankow and Prenzlauer Berg and has the postal code 13187. find something about the history or start an arbitrary search from here.

Recreational and residential area
In the late 18th century, Charlottenburg’s development did not depend only on the crown. The town became a recreational area for the expanding city of Berlin. Its first true inn opened in the 1770s, in the street then called Berliner Straße (now Otto-Suhr-Allee), and many other inns and beer gardens were to follow, popular for weekend parties especially. Berliners seeking leisure and entertainment came by boat, by carriage and later by horse-drawn trams, above all to a large amusement park at the shore of the Spree river called Flora, that went into bankruptcy in 1904.
From the 1860s on the wealthy Bourgeoisie of Berlin discovered Charlottenburg as a residential area, among the first were Gerson von Bleichröder and Ernst Werner von Siemens, who had a villa built in the Berliner Straße in 1862. At the same time industrial companies like Siemens & Halske and Schering erected large factories in the north-east, at the border with the Moabit district of Berlin. In 1877 Charlottenburg received town privileges and until World War I saw an enormous increase of population with 100,000 inhabitants as of 1893 and a population of 306,000 in 1920, being the second largest city within the Province of Brandenburg, after Berlin.


The Lee Line Battleship

Posted on June 8, 2020by Royal Rosamond Press

The Royal Janitor


John Presco

Copyright 2020

John von John heaved a sigh of relief when Starfish reluctantly obeyed orders to go sit in the car.

“I never saw anyone get so drunk on one beer!” John said.

“There is no history of alcoholism!” Victoria said rubbing her chin with her sleeve, a tell that said she was truly puzzled.

“I think she is faking it. I suspect she has gone off to meet a lover. You know how women are….a lover in every port!”

Victoria was about to take John’s remark under serious consideration. If he had not added “You know how women are” suggesting Miram was a slut. This bit of misogyny would change the course of human history. For indeed Miriam made a beeline for the microfish room at the library of the University of Oregon where a male hand locked the door after she entered.

Now able to carry on a adult conversation, John was able to get at the core of his theory.

“I have uncovered evidence there was a special group of people rescued somewhere on the Russian Swedish border at the beginning of the war.  This group may be a cadet branch of the Romanov family, and noble Germans who were invited to settle in Russian by Catherine the great. There is a ancient Viking bloodline in the mix. It looks like another attempt to create a master race. As you know Putin wants to restore Russian nobility and the true orthodoxy. Hitler was hunting for these people in order to install them in the Nazi government in Moscow once Operation Barbarossa was a success.”

“Is that it? Sounds like something you got off the internet. You and your President. Any real leads?”

“Yes. The actor Douglas Fairbanks Junior took part in Operation PQ 17.  He and fellow actor, Christopher Lee, appear to have been working the van Rosen family together. Lee was going to marry Henrietta van Rosen.  The King of  Sweden gave his approval – after offering Fairbanks as a reference. There were investigations going on. ”

“It looks like a double sub-rosa to feel out what the other knows. Did Henrietta spill the beans in a love-making session? You know how women are!”

“Touché!” von John exclaimed. “There is a lead at the Naval station in the old Del Monte Hotel in Monterey. It has been suggested Salvador Dali was secretly smuggling people out of Nazi Germany.

“You’re kidding Dali is one of my heroes. I am a surrealist sculptress.”

“Check out the founders of the WAVES. They say have been processing these people into a relocation program. Don’t take that crazy women with you! You’ll get more done!”

With “done”, Miriam got off the old oak table and looked for her panties.


When Victoria and Miriam approached the Del Monte Hotel, they both exclaimed at the same exact time….”Osborne House!”

Victoria was like a school girl off to boarding school. She was thrilled they would be staying in the Dali Room that was reserved for special guest of the Navy. On the way to see Dali’s strange creations, Miriam came up short, and stood in front of a glass case.

“Oh look! Here’s my and my parents hero!”

Victoria glanced back, and felt faint as the name LEE flashed at her like a neon sign. Creeping towards the display honoring Real Admiral Willis Augustus Lee, she almost fainted – again!

“My parents learned to target shoot from Willey. He holds the record for Olympic gold medals. I’ going to shoot at the 2020 Olympics. I got a silver medal four years ago. I want the gold.”

Victoria wandered in a circle around Starfish, in a daze. She had experienced this when she went to Le Rosey, this getting of second hand information from her best friend who was always in the know long before she was.

“It’s a shame he does not get more attention. It’s the Robert E. Lee curse. My father was a wanna-be Redneck and Civil War buff. He told me all about the pans Britain had to invade the U.S. and win the war for the Confederacy.”

“He’s my kin. I descend from the Lees.” Peeped Victoria.

“Are you shitting me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just found out. I was going to tell you tonight.”

“Damn! We got to go to the range now. You are a natural. I know it!”

“No! I told you – no! I will never pick up a gun. For the record, once again, here……”

“I did it.” Starfish told her best friend.

“Did what?”


To be continued

At high noon today I finished reading about my kin, Willis Augutus Lee.

Christian Charles Josias von Bunsen

From Wikipedia.

Christian Charles Josias von Bunsen

Christian Charles or Karl Josias von Bunsen (25 August 1791 – 28 November 1860), also known as Baron von Bunsen, was a German diplomat and scholar.

Bunsen was born at Korbach, an old town in the German principality of Waldeck. His father was a farmer who was driven by poverty to become a soldier.[1] Having studied at the Korbach gymnasium (a type of superior state grammar school) and Marburg University, Bunsen went in his nineteenth year to Göttingen, where he studied philosophy under Christian Gottlob Heyne, and supported himself by teaching and later by acting as tutor to William Backhouse Astor, John Jacob’s son. Bunsen had been recommended to Astor by Heyne.[2] He won the university prize essay of the year 1812 with his treatise De Iure Atheniensium Hœreditario[3] (“Athenian Law of Inheritance”), and a few months later the University of Jena granted him the honorary degree of doctor of philosophy.[4]

During 1813 he traveled extensively with Astor in Germany and Italy.[4][2] On his return to Göttingen, he and his friends formed the nucleus of a philological and philosophical society, and he pursued a vast system of kindred studies, including Semitic and Sanskrit philology.[5][2] He studied the religion, laws, language, and literature of the Teutonic races, perfecting his knowledge of the Scandinavian languages on a visit to Denmark and Sweden. He had read Hebrew when a boy, and now worked at Arabic at Munich, Persian at Leiden, and Norse at Copenhagen. At Vienna he met Friedrich von Schlegel; at Munich, Schelling and Thiersch; and he joined the latter in studying Persian, and read law with Feuerbach.[2]


The historian Niebuhr’s work and character had aroused Bunsen’s enthusiasm, and at the close of 1815 he went to Berlin, to show Niebuhr the plan of research which he had mapped out. He remained some months in the company of the historian.[6][3] Niebuhr was so impressed with Bunsen’s ability that, two years later, when he became Prussian envoy to the papal court, he made the young scholar his secretary. The intervening years Bunsen spent in assiduous labour among the libraries and collections of Paris and Florence, where he again joined Astor. When Astor returned to the United States, Bunsen became the French teacher of a Mr. Cathcart, an English gentleman.[2] In Paris in 1816, he continued his studies of Persian and Arabic under Sylvestre de Sacy.[2][3]

In July 1817 he married Frances Waddington, eldest daughter and co-heiress of Benjamin Waddington of LlanoverMonmouthshire, an English clergyman.[6] The plan of an improved German translation of the Bible was first suggested to Bunsen by his young wife. CorneliusOverbeckBrandis, and Platner were the inseparable companions of the Bunsens. The Bunsens’ lodgings in the Palazzo Caffarelli on the Capitoline Hill, where they lived 22 years, became a resort of many distinguished persons.[2]

As secretary to Niebuhr, Bunsen was brought into contact with the Vatican movement for the establishment of the papal church in the Prussian dominions, to provide for the largely increased Catholic population. He was among the first to realize the importance of this new vitality on the part of the Vatican, and he made it his duty to provide against its possible dangers by urging upon the Prussian court the wisdom of fair and impartial treatment of its Catholic subjects. In this object he was at first successful, and both from the Vatican and from Frederick William III, who put him in charge of the legation on Niebuhr’s resignation, he received unqualified approbation.[6]

Though not within the scope of the great plan of his life, Bunsen contributed largely to the Beschreibung der Stadt Rom (3 vols., 1830–43) the greater part of the topographical communications on ancient Rome, and all the investigations into the early history of Christian Rome. The first visit of the Egyptologist Champollion to Rome formed an epoch in Bunsen’s antiquarian studies. However, his argument in support of Champollion’s priority over Young was based upon an insufficient knowledge of Young’s publication dates.[7] He became himself a zealous auditor of Champollion, and also encouraged Lepsius in the study of hieroglyphics. The Archaeological Institute, established in 1829, found in Bunsen its most active supporter. Bunsen founded the Protestant hospital on the Tarpeian Rock in 1835.[3]

Owing partly to the wise statesmanship of Count Spiegel, archbishop of Cologne, an arrangement was made by which the thorny question of “mixed” marriages (i.e., between Catholic and Protestant) would have been happily solved; but the archbishop died in 1835, the arrangement was never ratified, and the Prussian king was foolish enough to appoint as Spiegel’s successor the narrow-minded partisan Baron Droste. The pope gladly accepted the appointment, and in two years the forward policy of the Jesuits had brought about the strife which Bunsen and Spiegel had tried to prevent. Bunsen rashly recommended that Droste should be seized, but the coup was so clumsily attempted, that the incriminating documents were, it is said, destroyed in advance. The government, in this impasse, took the safest course, refused to support Bunsen, and accepted his resignation in April 1838.[6]


After leaving Rome, where he had become intimate with all that was most interesting in the cosmopolitan society of the papal capital, Bunsen went to England, where, except for a short term as Prussian ambassador to Switzerland (1839–1841), he was destined to pass the rest of his official life. The accession to the throne of Prussia of Frederick William IV, on 7 June 1840, made a great change in Bunsen’s career. Ever since their first meeting in 1828 the two men had been close friends and had exchanged ideas in an intimate correspondence, published under Ranke‘s editorship in 1873. Enthusiasm for evangelical religion and admiration for the Anglican Church they held in common, and Bunsen was the instrument naturally selected for realizing the king’s fantastic scheme of setting up at Jerusalem a Prusso-Anglican bishopric as a sort of advertisement of the unity and aggressive force of Protestantism.[6]

The special mission of Bunsen to England, from June to November 1841, was completely successful, in spite of the opposition of English high churchmen and Lutheran extremists. The Jerusalem bishopric, with the consent of the British government and the active encouragement of the archbishop of Canterbury and the bishop of London, was duly established, endowed with Prussian and English money, and remained for some forty years an isolated symbol of Protestant unity and a rock of stumbling to Anglican Catholics.

During his stay in England Bunsen had made himself very popular among all classes of society, and he was selected by Queen Victoria, out of three names proposed by the king of Prussia, as ambassador to the Court of St. James’s. In this post he remained for thirteen years. His tenure of the office coincided with the critical period in Prussian and European affairs which culminated in the revolutions of 1848. Bunsen had realized the significance of the signs that heralded these revolutions, and tried in vain to move Frederick William to a policy which would have placed him at the head of a Germany united and free.[6] In Berlin in 1844, he had been asked to set forth his views on the question of granting a constitution to Prussia, and he had presented a series of memorials representing the need of a deliberative assembly, and had also made a plan of a constitution modeled on that of England.[3]

With the visionary schemes of Frederick William, whether that of setting up a strict episcopal organization in the Evangelical Church in Prussia, or that of reviving the defunct ideal of the medieval Empire, Bunsen found himself increasingly out of sympathy. He felt bitterly the humiliation of Prussia by Austria after the victory of the reaction; and in 1852 he set his signature reluctantly to the treaty which, in his view, surrendered the “constitutional rights of Schleswig and Holstein“. His whole influence was now directed to withdrawing Prussia from the blighting influence of Austria and Russia, and attempting to draw closer the ties that bound her to Britain. On the outbreak of the Crimean War he urged Frederick William to throw in his lot with the western powers, and create a diversion in the north-east which would have forced Russia at once to terms. The rejection of his advice, and the proclamation of Prussia’s attitude of “benevolent neutrality”,[6] led him in April 1854 to offer his resignation, which was accepted.[6] He was elected a Foreign Honorary Member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences in 1853.[8]


Bunsen’s life as a public man was now practically at an end. He retired first to a villa on the Neckar near Heidelberg and later to Bonn. He refused to stand for a seat, in the Liberal interest, in the Lower House of the Prussian diet, but continued to take an active interest in politics, and in 1855 published in two volumes a work, Die Zeichen der Zeit: Briefe, etc., which exercised an immense influence in reviving the Liberal movement which the failure of the revolution had crushed. In September 1857 Bunsen attended, as the king’s guest, a meeting of the Evangelical Alliance at Berlin; and one of the last papers signed by Frederick William, before his mind gave way in October, was that which conferred upon him the title of baron and a peerage for life. In 1858, at the special request of the regent (afterwards the emperor) William, he took his seat in the Prussian House of Lords, and, though remaining silent, supported the new ministry, of which his political and personal friends were members.[6]

Rosemary ‘A Thorny Tale’

Posted on October 28, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

I am now launching a search for the Tribune article about Rosemary’s arrest in 1962. A week before our mother told us she was making pornographic movies, and hooking for Big Bones Remmer, our friend Randy Silver brought over a porno movie his father owned. Did Rosemary hear about this? If so, this may have caused her to gather Mark, Christine, and myself together when we we sixteen, fifteen, and fourteen, and tell us (while in tears)…

“I’m making porno movies and hooking for the mobster, Big Bones Remmer, who you met. I’m afraid you will come across one of my movies. You need to be extra good, because the authorities will take you away from me, and put you in an orphanage. You will be seperated. “

The Hooker’s Ball is a San Francisco tradition. My mother was a Woman’s Liberationist, and would be all over Patricia Hanson for keeping her granddaughter from her – and separating her from her other family. What did Heather do wrong? Rosemary is kin to John Fremont, a co-funder of the Republican Party – that has gone insane! Ben Williams was on the board of the Upstairs Art Association founded by Rosalie Ritz, who reminded me of Rosemary.

Above is Rosemary at the Glenview Woman’s Club where she put on the Rucker Company Christmas party that was very wild. Rucker made hydraulic parts for NASA. I saved my Big Gun for last. I will post on what Sydney Morris’s hired hit-man, Tom Snyder, has to say about the mother of two artists and a writer. Thomas Pynchon has an interest in pornography that came out in the movie ‘Inherent Vice’. Above is a pic of the Key Club where in my historic-fiction ‘Rosemary’ I have Thomas Pynchon meet James Bond. Ian Fleming would be a customer. Rosemary was the mother-in-law of Mary Ann Tharaldsen. Did my mother meet customers up in a Key Hotel room? How – degrading for her sons. Consider the Steinbeck novel ‘East of Eden’ which is a work of fiction. Did Pynchon read Steinbeck?

John Presco

Copyright 2031

EXTRA! A 9:30 A.M. October 28, 2021, I announced in my 007 Fan Club, that James Bond get’s arrested for making a porno movie with Rosemary. This puts an end to the fears that the next Bond – will be gay! Garth Benton was married to Harlee McBride who made a soft-porn movie. My movie will be a vehicle for telling the story of the early Women’s Movement. This is the perfect reboot! I will write a post comparing Ian Fleming to D.H. Lawrence, perhaps with a touch of Ludwig Wittgenstein. The Search For Heterosexual Pertinence In The Mass Media Ruled By Profit-making. Has James Bond been turned into a pulp fiction hooker?

John John

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KPIX Eyewitness news report from 28th of October 1974 by Ben Williams in San Francisco featuring scenes from the first annual Hooker’s Ball. Includes an interview with Margot St. James, feminist activist and pioneer of sex-positive feminism and advocate of the decriminalization of prostitution with the founding of COYOTE (Call Off Your Old Tired Ethics) in 1973. The Hooker’s Ball became an annual event from 1974 onwards and started as a fund raising event for the COYOTE Howls newsletter that St. James published from 1974-1978, in San Francisco. St. James states: “What my goal is, is the complete decriminalization of sex for human beings, even commercial sex.” When Williams asks if this event might tear at the moral fabric of society, St. James replies that: “Well they’re coming from the moralistic point of view. In fact, we keep their families together because it’s a one-sided monogamy that’s in this culture and it’s the 99% of our customers are married … if we weren’t taking care of them and listening to their troubles they might be beating up their wives more than they do.”

Manson chicks and microskirted cuties: pornification in Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice: Textual Practice: Vol 29, No 6 (

Many sexual encounters in Thomas Pynchon’s fiction have occurred beyond the mainstream, generating theatres of perversity which dramatise the death wish and enact power relations from wider arenas. However, in Inherent Vice they change in nature. With the exception of scenes which use Charles Manson to fuel fantasies of domination and submission, they have lost their transgressive bite. Instead, the sheer profusion of variations, and the insouciance with which they are greeted, evinces the influence of a sexualised mainstream colonised by hardcore pornography. Paradoxically, much hardcore catering to the mass market is appreciably less transgressive than Pynchon’s fiction has been. The narrative of his seventh novel, with its noir conventions and accompanying sexual motivation, is driven by the commissions his detective protagonist receives from femmes fatales and damsels in distress. The transference of these women from man to man becomes the novel’s sexual currency.

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A U.S. Navy veteran, survivor of the Battle of Leyte Gulf, and Purple Heart recipient, he was a mechanical engineer who served for most of his career as a manager and chief engineer of the Rucker Company in Emeryville. He graduated from University of Colorado in 1950 as a Mechanical Engineer and taught a credit course in “High Pressure Hydraulics” for 16 years at the University of California, Berkeley.

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Our Oakland History

Posted on February 6, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Vice President Kamala Harris and I were born in Oakland, she at Kaiser, and I at Merritt. On December 31, 2019 I announced I am the second coming of Martin Eden. I just made a astounding discovery about the Black Mask authors and tie them to London.

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John Presco

06/06/11 at 9:44 PM

Hi Jon,

You are a good researcher!  You remarked that someone lived in Pankow?  That is new to me.  This German family left Mecklenburg in 1732.  They became citizens of Berlin.  They started out selling pelts, and that grew into furs with a large warehouse in Berlin.  One Stuttmeister, who was a builder/architect had his office at the Kaiser’s court.  They grew quite wealthy.  Kim went to the Records department and received a list of all the residences that the Stuttmeister had in Berlin, and she took pictures of all the churches, where they were baptized and the properties they had owned. .  Freddie has always said that the Stuttmeister was not their true name, but the records in Germany indicate that Stuttmeister was their legal name.

Daryl Bulkley

Photographs: John Presco in Springfield Oregon. William Stuttmeister and family in Oakland Hills.

Above: My daughter, Heather Hanson, and my grandson, Tyler Hunt, at Stuttmeister crypt in Cypress Lawn

The California Barrel Company of San Francisco

Posted on March 9, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

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Bohemian Club Members of the Bohemian Club, including California Gov. Ronald Reagan (centre left) and U.S. Vice Pres. Richard Nixon (centre right), at Bohemian Grove, California, 1967.The California Barrell Company

The California Barrel Company


John Presco: President of Royal Rosamond Press

Copyright 2020

An idea for a book, movie, and cable series.

William Broderick supervised the loading of two hundred barrels onto the freight car in Dogpatch, and now accompanied them on the barge to the dock in Oakland. He could just make out Joaquin Miller’s white home in the hills that sat as a Bohemian Beacon above the Stuttemeister orchard. Bill had picked a fight with the old curmudgeon and fraud about having his brigades of artistic circus clowns marching up and down the road they shared that was in theory, the Stuttmeister Road, that was later changed to Berlin Way. Now there were Japanese poets coming and going, and this made Bill’s German kindred, nervous. After the great earthquake, the Suttmiesters found sanctuary in Oakland, along with a couple of hundred well to do German Pioneers that had gone to the San Francisco Opera to hear Caruso sing.

When Miller took a keen interest in his daughter, Melba Broderick, who he carried on his knee when they took the trolley Frisco, Bill bought a new Victorian home on 13th. Street in Oakland. To his chagrin, Melba found out Gertrude Stein lived down the street and had known her idol, Isadora Duncan. At ten, Melba was found having tea and scones with literary greats, she helping Gertrude conduct her salon just before it moved to Paris. She was paid to do the dishes. There was no escaping the influence of Joaquin, who Bill had run into at the Bohemian Club, and, had to indure his non-stop bragging about the royalty he met when he went to Europe, and the Pre-Raphaelite artists he had dinner with at Gabriel Rossettis.

Bill celebrated Miller’s death in his own way. When he heard Bohemian Club members had built a funeral pyre and were going to burn the bloated braggard, he notified the authorities. Broderick had complained about the outdoor Japanese barbeques that filled the air with the stench of all kinds of meat, that wafted downhill under certain conditions, and wiped out the beautiful smell of cherry blossoms on the ranch When the cherries were ripe, they were sold for a pretty penny in Jingle Town, a cannery located on the Oakland Estuary where Jack London docked his oyster boat.

Frederick Jacob Koster had invited Bill Broderick to the Bohemian Grove Hijinks. It was while talking to a railroad magnet about how Prohibition was ruining many honest businessmen, that Bill came up with his brilliant plan to provide Bootleggers with barrels, and keep the profits of freightage rolling into the pocket of railroad owners.

“What if we put another product in our barrels that can be consumed. The Feds can not stop us. One is left with an empty barrel – to do with it you please. What if we shipped grapes? We can pack them in sawdust. We got plenty of that!”

“Sounds like a brilliant plan! I know an Italian who has planted a vineyard in Sonoma. Infact, there he is chatting with Frank Buck. You will want to talk to him, too. He’s becoming the biggest grower in California.”

Bill Broderick of Barrel and Box

Posted on February 26, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press

This morning I found an article about Bill Broderick and the California Barrel Company. What an historic account, that I have sent to the Mayor of San Francisco, and the Board of Supervisors. It’s all here, the elements that made San Francisco, and California – great!

William Frederick Broderick is trying to save a successful business, that due to prohibition, is on the ropes. My mother told me Bill traveled across America selling barrels. Bill has stopped in Chicago where Al Capone is making a fortune as a bootlegger, and arrives in Cleveland Ohio. Bill’s boss, Frederick Koster, must be furious to see organized crime families prospering, while he and his five hardworking bothers are desperate to keep their cooperage business afloat. Frederick is a member of the Bohemian Club, and the Law and Order Club. He may be one of the reasons the Mafia never got a foothold in the Bay Area. Frederick is ahead of his time in how he treated those who worked for him. They were like family. He shortened their work day, and paid good wages. Bill and Fred are promoting California Grapes. They made barrels for this billion dollar industry. They are Pioneers!

“One of the disciples of good barrel and service to meet the conditions of their customers, is William Broderick, sales manager of the California Barrel Company, San Francisco, Calif. Mr. Broderick attended the convention, stopping off at Chicago en route. Mr. Broderick is a natural born salesman, and certainly has the creative idea in salesmanship which is demonstrated by the fact not withstanding from the loss of business from wine and whiskey operations, the cooperage shops in the country and the manufactures supplying the same have kept busy even in maximum capacity during the past year and  half, since prohibition arrived, which leads us all to do the same kind of constructive salesmanship. Malaga grapes have always been shipped in kegs and packed in ground cork, but in the last years, California has a become a great factor in furnishing the world with Malaga grapes packed in redwood sawdust. The California Barrel Company, as well as other cooperage institutions on the coast, are making kegs to deliver these grapes seasoned without moisture, to various markets of the world. Bill Broderick is one of the fellows who made this possible by demonstrating to our merchants the value of California grapes packed in the right way, in the right kind of packaging!”


I have put forth an idea for a Working Museum that preserves very valuable history, and creates jobs by giving new life to the ancient art of cooperage. I follow in my grandfather’s footsteps. It is my ambition to make the people of San Francisco – Big Winners!

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Copyright 2019

Dear Mayor and Board;

My great grandfather, William F. Broderick, was a salesman and Director for the California Barrel Company that was located near the Portreo Power Plant that was just purchased for Redevelopment. The CBC got started by shipping Spreckels sugar. Claus Spreckels did business with president, Frederick Jacob Koster, and his four brothers. Their businesses were next to each other.

This morning I found an article about William who was interviewed by a reporter for . He speaks about shipping Malaga Grapes to cities across America – in barrels! Here is a merger with California grapes. Prohibition has just begun, and the cooperage industry is in crisis. Frederick Koster has gone abroad to map ut  market in the Orient. Barrel and sailing ships go hand in hand. What I am proposing is a cooperage museum that would contribute to San Francisco’s tourist trade, and cooper college at the old site. There is a historic building and facade that could be used for this Trade College. The art of barrel making is coming back.

I have seen beautiful Japanese and Chinese packaging in museum. I saw wondrous labels on crates when I worked as lumper in the produce market in Jack London Square. Packaging is an art form, a craft that can give merchants new ideas.

To help fund this college a museum, I suggest quality prints be made of the amazing machinery invented to make barrels. I put a copyright in this book, but, your people may know how to do this. I have found no cooperage college in America.  Meg Whitman purchased the PPP property and founded Qubi. She might want to imitate Alva Spreckels who was give the title ‘The Grandmother of San Francisco. The people around Meg have been selfish with information. Perhaps this is because I copyrighted the CBC name in 2011, and am the owner of

Associate Capital chose this name for a company that is floating around in Business Law World for reasons that are beyond my understanding. I have sent e-mails to several people offering my ideas. I got not response. The way I see it, the People of San Francisco deserve to see their history preserved, and, bring Civic Prosperity – now! Let’s build a dream – today!


John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Victor Hugo – Last Bohemian

Posted on February 22, 2020by Royal Rosamond Press

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The Second Coming of Martin Eden

Posted on December 31, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Second Coming of Martin Eden

A Novel by John Gregory Presco a.k.a. John Wilson Rosamond

Copyright 2019

Yesterday, I discovered I am Martin Eden. I am a Futurian. I will always be a Bohemian Time Traveler. I can trace my Time Line back to Egypt. Why I did not see I was Martin, until recently, is most interesting because it is archeological proof Futurians exist. I am working on the correct term that describes the ability of a Muse to travel into the future and drastically affect someone, who then aspires to be a writer. What came first, the chicken or the egg in regards to Time Line Inspiration, is a very loaded question for a Futurian aimed at hiding, then limiting Time Line Crossovers. We have the ability to be two places at the same time. We experience many out of body experiences. I just had one when I discovered how similar my relationship is to Shell Mound Park, and, Janke Park which was owned and operated by one of my grandfathers.

The Janke dance pavilion was built around a giant redwood, and was a hundred and fifty feet across. The Shellmound dance pavilion was built atop a shell mound Here is what Martin says about this mystical place:

“He noted, one Sunday morning, that the Bricklayers’ Picnic took place that say at Shell Mound Park, and to Shell Mound Park he went.  He had been to the working-class picnics too often in his earlier life, and as he entered the park he experienced a recrudescence of all the old sensations.  After all, they were his kind, these working people.  He had been born among them, he had lived among them, and though he had strayed for a time, it was well to come back among them” 

Then there is the Metropole Hotel that was located a block away from where I and the Loading Zone lived. They were close with the Tower of Power. I founded Royal Rosamond Press in order to preserve the Bohemian Art and Culture that Jack London and George Sterling gave birth to. I will employ Martin, as I have employed Ian Fleming to combat Putin and Trump.

What has puzzled me for so long, is why Rena Easton ended up in Oakland, in a backyard, in a tent, with me. Now that I am no longer blocked in every conceivable way – I can see for miles! Everything makes perfect sense. I did not have to die, but, I died.

This is the first installment of my story that I want to appear in the Royal Rosamond Magazine, and/or Quibi.

John Presco a.k.a Martin Eden

Shell Mound Park (presently the Emeryville Bay Street Shopping Center) was originally a Native American archeological site but by London’s time, it had been converted to an amusement park consisting of bars, dance pavilions, a racetrack, etc.  In Martin Eden, Shell Mound Park is where Eden goes to try and slip back into the ease of the camaraderie he used to feel with his old working-class colleagues.  Ultimately, Eden’s attempt to reclaim his old lifestyle is futile and Shell Mound, and its association with working-class recreation, is yet another space where Eden feels fundamentally left out. He ends up retreating back to the Hotel Metropole (pictured below), a reputable establishment in downtown Oakland, but feels equally alienated from the bourgeois life of luxury and leisure that his sudden and immense fortune has afforded him.

Six years ago my cousin, Daryl Bulkley, located the lost Stuttmeister crypt in Colma, and I went there with my daughter and new born grandson, Tyler Hunt. With the help of Murray Oltman, our family is more visible and united.

Descendants of Dorthia Matilda Oltman

Generation No. 1

1. Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman (Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born September 13, 1829 in New York, NY, and died March 17, 1875 in San Francisco, CA. She married Frederick William R. Stuttmeister. He was born 1812 in Germany, and died January 29, 1877 in San Francisco, CA.

Children of Dorthia Oltman and Frederick Stuttmeister are:

2 i. Victor Rudolf6 Stuttmeister, born May 29, 1846 in New York; died January 19, 1893 in German hospital in San Francisco.

3 ii. Bertha Matilda Stuttmeister, born January 02, 1860 in Califonia; died May 07, 1931 in Merritt Hospital in Oakland, California. She married Wilham E. C. Beyer; born in Germany.

4 iii. William Oltman Stuttmeister, born 1862. He married Augusta Janke June 1888.

+ 5 iv. Alice L. Stuttmeister, born October 13, 1868 in San Francisco, CA; died February 13, 1953 in Roseville Community Hospital in Oakland, CA.

Generation No. 2

5. Alice L.6 Stuttmeister (Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 13, 1868 in San Francisco, CA, and died February 13, 1953 in Roseville Community Hospital in Oakland, CA. She married William Broderick October 02, 1897. He was born Abt. 1871 in Ohio.

Children of Alice Stuttmeister and William Broderick are:

+ 6 i. Frederick William7 Broderick.

+ 7 ii. Melba Charlotte Broderick.

Generation No. 3

6. Frederick William7 Broderick (Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) He married (1) ?? Babour Bef. 1932. He married (2) ?? Abt. 1932.

Children of Frederick Broderick and ?? Babour are:

8 i. Frederick8 Broderick.

9 ii. Beverly Broderick.

Children of Frederick Broderick and ?? are:

+ 10 i. Daryl8 Broderick, born January 21, 1933.

11 ii. William Gardiner Broderick.

7. Melba Charlotte7 Broderick (Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) She married (1) Victor Hugo Presco. He was born July 1885 in Hartford, CT. She married (2) Joseph Wilkin.

Child of Melba Broderick and Victor Presco is:

+ 12 i. Victor William8 Presco, born August 12, 1923; died November 1994.

Generation No. 4

10. Daryl8 Broderick (Frederick William7, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born January 21, 1933. She married Paul Bulkley.

Child of Daryl Broderick and Paul Bulkley is:

13 i. Kimberly9 Bulklley.

12. Victor William8 Presco (Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born August 12, 1923, and died November 1994. He married Rosemary Rosamond.

Children of Victor Presco and Rosemary Rosamond are:

+ 14 i. Mark9 Presco, born September 07, 1945.

+ 15 ii. Greg Presco, born October 08, 1946.

+ 16 iii. Christine Presco, born October 24, 1947; died March 26, 1994.

+ 17 iv. Vicki Presco, born May 14, 1952.

Generation No. 5

14. Mark9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born September 07, 1945.

Child of Mark Presco is:

18 i. Cean10 Presco, born 1969.

15. Greg9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 08, 1946.

Child of Greg Presco is:

19 i. Heather10 Hanson.

16. Christine9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born October 24, 1947, and died March 26, 1994. She married (1) Garth Benton. She married (2) Larry Sidle.

Child of Christine Presco and Garth Benton is:

20 i. Shannon10 Sidle, born 1968.

17. Vicki9 Presco (Victor William8, Melba Charlotte7 Broderick, Alice L.6 Stuttmeister, Dorthia Matilda5 Oltman, Jurgen4 Oltmann, Jacob3, Jurgen2, Peter1) was born May 14, 1952. She married James Dundon.

Child of Vicki Presco and James Dundon is:

21 i. Shamus10 Dundon.

Moulin Rouge In Fruitvale

Posted on December 8, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


There was a German club called The Hermitage that featured “French dancing girls” that may have been inspired by the Moulin Rouge in Paris. This Beer Garden was located in Fruit Vale, a haven for German immigrants. My kindred had a fruit orchard there.

Above is the Marriage Certificate of Alice Lillie Stuttmeister of Oakland, who married William Frederick Broderick of Fruit Vale, in 1897. Their daughter, Melba Broderick, married Victor Hugo Presco. whose father came from Bohemia Germany. Did William go to see the French dancing girls, and lewd sex acts performed in the gazebos?  This may constitute the first Bohemian scene for adults looking for a alternative lifestyle. Here is a Garden of Earthly Delights in the New World, that was closed down by the clergy and Temperance Movement. Here is the model for the Ghost Ship and other places I have blogged on. It is my intent to present this history to elected officials of Oakland, and bid the, to support  Oakland’s Bohemian roots, and make sure everyone who participates, is safe. You can see Tepper’s house in back of the stores on MacArthur Blvd. Joaquin Miller escorted Melba on the electrical rail seen below.

Jon Presco


Charlie Tepper, opened a creekside hotel and beer garden on the land he bought from Hugh Dimond, at MacArthur between Dimond and Canon Avenues. (The hotel building still stands behind the shops at 2030 MacArthur Boulevard.) Many residents enjoyed picnics and leisurely afternoons beneath the trees of Tepper’s Gardens, next to the creek. On the corner opposite Tepper’s stood the infamous Hermitage House, which featured “French dancing girls.” At the rear of the hotel was a garden with two cottages and five gazebos, in which some questionable acts allegedly took place. Neighbors and church groups eventually pressured officials into closing the “pleasure palace,” and it was quickly replaced by shops. Nearby, other beer gardens, like the Neckhaus, nestled on Sausal Creek’s banks, and Bauerhofer’s (where a post office sits today), featured German bands and songs and an occasional brawl among patrons.,_California

“It might be well to state right here that the Board of Supervisors is determined to clean out everything of a disorderly character in Alameda County.” The Clerk was directed to notify the proper authorities that the licenses were revoked and that no liquors can be sold at the resorts.

The men who were prime movers in this successful crusade were the Rev. Franklin Rhoda, William C. Ralston, F. C. Hinckley, W. S. Dunlevy and William Lowenburg, with the backing of all the citizens and residents in Upper Fruitvale.

Named for the orchards planted by 19th-century German settlers, Fruitvale was once considered Oakland’s second downtown. Prior to World War II, it had a very strong economy, as evidenced by banks, shops, a Montgomery Ward department store, mansions, and a rich inventory of Victorian-style homes. The war led to an economic boom that further benefited the district with many factories locating there. These factories created jobs and attracted large numbers of Hispanic and African American workers to the neighborhood. After the war, many of the factories closed and both Fruitvale and all of Oakland entered an era of economic decline. The growing suburbanization and

Dimond Oaktoberfest

Posted on February 1, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press

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I just discovered the Dimond District of Oakland is celebrating Oktoberfest a traditional German celebration. The Presco Children spent much time playing in Dimond Park and shopped in Dimond where our great grandfather, William Broderick, and his wife, Alice Stuttmiester-Broderick, lived. Above is a post card addressed to Willie using the Dimond P.O. and the city of Fruitvale that is no more, it becoming a part of Oakland. This is a very rare address. I am going to investigate about donating it to the Dimond Association which saved the Dimond Post Office. I am going to try to make this P.O. a sister P.O. of the Eugene P.O.

I attended several Boy Scout events in Dimond Park where we swam in the pool and the creek. As kids, we built dams up and down Sausal Creek. Dimond Canyon was our backyard. There was a walkway from San Sebastion Avenue that took you to Park Blvd. that travails Dimond Canyon. On the other side is a trail that used to be a Stagecoach road.

Hugh Dimond owned the land where he built a commercial laundry plant that washed linen and clothes brought across the bay from San Francisco that had problems with a fresh and clean water supply. There was a dryng problem with the fog.  The clothes were unloaded at a dock in the estuary and brought up 9th. Avenue.

‘The Dimond’ is acquiring a identity if its own. We were an admixture of German families who came to own a fruit farm below ‘The Hights’ the Poet and Artist Colony founded by the Pre-Raphaelite Poet, Joaquin Miller who used to escort my grandmother, Melba Charlotte Broderick to San Francisco on the Fruit Vale Trolly. Mott had plans for Sausal Creek similar to the Woodminster Cascade that was the vision of Jaunita Miller who sponsored a play about the Pre-Raphaelites. Then there is the Janke theme park across the by in Belmont.

Below is a the image of Rena Easton that was made into a poster for the University of Nebraska Oktoberfest. We stayed on Congress Ave. The painting I did of my muse inspired my late sister, Christine Rosamond, to take up art.  It takes awhile for a city or place to be branded. My family history is now a huge part of that branding.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press.

In recent years, some have started to include the article “the” in front of Dimond, as in “I live in the Dimond” or “Oaktoberfest in the Dimond.” Some long-time residents prefer the usage without the article “the”: for example, “I live in Dimond” or “I went shopping in Dimond today.” For them, saying “the Dimond District” is acceptable, however.

While San Francisco hosted its 118th annual Oktoberfest last week, Oakland celebrated its German heritage with its first-ever Oktoberfest in the Dimond district, centered at MacArthur Boulevard and Fruitvale Avenue.

The Oct. 4th event showcased local bands and breweries, community businesses, Dimond history, German food and dance, traditional “oompah” music and an open-air beer garden reminiscent of the many German American social clubs and entertainment halls that lined MacArthur Boulevard from the 1890s until mid-century.

Although the Dimond is known now for its diverse Asian and Latino influences it was once the center of the East Bay’s German American community. By the turn of the century, the Dimond and much of Fruitvale had a reputation as an area of German beer gardens, fruit orchards, dairy farms and parks, according to the Oakland Heritage Alliance’s newsletter.

Greg 1954 in Cub Scout Pack
Prescos 1956 Greg & Mark at American River

I am the third scout from the right. The photo above was taken by Melba Broderick on the Russian River. I am on the left. I look like my grandson, Tyler Hunt.

In 1895 Charles Tepper, a German army captain, bought land along Hopkins Street, now MacArthur Boulevard, just west of Fruitvale Avenue and built a two-story hotel, a dance hall, and garden surrounding these that shaded a picnic area. Nearby Tepper’s Gardens was Neckhaus Gardens, Bauerhofer’s Gardens and the Hermitage, which was famous for its “French dinners and dancing girls,” according to a Sept. 16, 1962 article of the Oakland Tribune.

While this may be the Dimond’s first Oktoberfest, Jean Langmuir, a librarian in the Oakland history room of the Oakland Public Library, also found a 1963 program for “Deutscher Tag,” or German Day, held on Oct. 13 by the United German American Society of the East Bay. The society, which still exists today, celebrated German American heritage with German big bands and patriotic songs on East 14th Street – International Boulevard.

Tepper’s was eventually closed by the enforcement of Prohibition. The Dimond Improvement Association, which sponsored last Saturday’s festival, pored over city archives to pinpoint precisely where Tepper’s beer garden stood in order to build the Oktoberfest garden in the same spot, according to librarian Kathleen DiGiovanni.

There, said the 1962 Tribune article, “gay merrymakers” ate bratwurst and spaetzle, danced German polka and sipped beers from Brooklyn Brewery on East 14th Street. Horse-drawn coaches and double-decker, mohair-upholstered streetcars of the Highland Park and Fruitvale lines delivered loads of revelers to the gardens’ gates and to the many German American businesses along now-MacArthur Boulevard.

Daniel Swafford, who is on the board of the DIA, said the association had been thinking of bringing back the beer hall tradition to the area for many years. After the success of the street festival celebrating the building of Farmer Joe’s on Fruitvale Avenue a few years ago, which he estimated 5,000 people attended, the association decided that an Oktoberfest celebration was a natural fit for the history of the area.

He remembered his grandmother, who had lived in the district since the 1930s, telling him stories of the glory days of the area, when it was an entertainment and shopping hotspot. The building that is now Farmer Joe’s was a vaudeville theater in the ’20s, later a movie theater, and the Dimond also featured an ice skating rink and bowling alley.

The building that was Tepper’s hotel still stands just behind the 2 Star Market on MacArthur Boulevard, which along with the German elderly home Altenheim, established in 1893, are the only surviving landmarks of the old German community of the Dimond and Upper Fruitvale. But with the revival of the neighborhood’s past social and cultural heritage, residents of the Dimond district are strengthening new communities in the area by bringing them together to socialize and celebrate.

It is named after Hugh Dimond, who came to California during the Gold Rush and purchased the land comprising the district in 1867. In 1897 he built a cottage that used the adobe bricks from the Peralta family’s 1827 home. The bricks were used again to build the Boy Scout hut that is still standing in Dimond Park. Oakland’s Camp Dimond was located at the head of Dimond Canyon where the present day Montera Middle School is located.

Dimond was originally a settlement distinct from Oakland, in an area called Dimond Canyon.[1] The Dimond post office was opened in 1891 and by 1908 had become a branch of the Oakland post office.[1]

A flowery description of the Dimond from 1896 titled “Dimond the Beautiful” says “Fruitvale is for beauty one of the notable avenues in this country.” 2

[Found two great old Dimond District photos (see below) from shortly after the turn of the last century.  Not sure which of the Dimond District neighborhood entries/pages each of them belongs, but will be happy to move them if some handy map expert points out the correct locale.][this is an ongoing issue that i have never felt like resolving  one day! i don’t think your sources made it over though, just the footnote. -gk]   [ Just an educated guess, present day foliage changes the skyline but the picture on the left seems to be where present day Lincoln Ave. intersects MacArthur Blvd [Hopkins]. The street at the bottom of the hill on the left, would be Champion St. ] [Hopkins/MacArthur continued up to the hill in the distance but veers left (the hill is Excelsior Ave) around to the front of the tall church looking building, which is (I believe) present day Altenheim Senior Housing as it was in the 1950s to present day. At the very bottom of Hopkins just past Champion St would have been the intersection of then Fruit-vale and Hopkins, the main shopping area for the Dimond District. le]

The name (originally Fruit Vale) comes from the many fruit orchards (largely apricot and cherry) which dominated the area in the late 19th century. After the 1906 earthquake, the onslaught of refugees from San Francisco caused a population boom, and the unincorporated neighborhood was annexed into the City of Oakland by 1909.

The Fruitvale shopping district is located along International Boulevard (formerly East 14th Street), from Fruitvale Avenue to 38th Avenue and is one of the major commercial areas of Oakland.


In an era of severe budget cuts, the Dimond Neighborhood Association has a success story it can happily tell: members led an effort to keep the neighborhood post office from being closed, and succeeded–with what the US Postal Service called one of the best organized campaigns they had ever seen.

A steering committee of 17 neighbors organized residents, who then, collected over 7,000 signatures (in a postal district with 12,000 residents), meet with city council members and lobbied everyone they could think of for help. The outcome: the closure was rolled back and the PO will remain open.

What’s sweet to me is not only how these folks mobilized and made it happen, but how they used their Yahoo groups, email, and tech tools to support the project. The photo album of the party and the YouTube videos are good reminders of how powerful these tools can be to tell a story–and they’re fun to see.

Congrats, Dimond!

Here’s some of the YouTube video and photos they posted..”

Laurel District

Posted on May 26, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press

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Laurel Street may have been developed by William Stuttmeister. Rosemary told me they gave the names of trees to the new streets of Fruit Vale. I found the streetcar line that Melba took with her infant son sitting on Joaquin Miller’s lap. There is a street fair in Laurel Village.

The Fruit Vale steetcar would end at the Oakland Ferry that Melba would board to go see the father of her son who was living in the Barbary Cost. This is right out of Steinbeck.

Captain Gregory

And how many people crossing Fruitvale Avenue at MacArthur Boulevard in the Dimond District know that a streetcar line, the Highland Park & Fruit Vale, crossed there with its passengers from the old town of Brooklyn at the foot of today’s 13th Avenue?

Developers like E. C. Sessions in the Dimond District and the Realty Syndicate’s Francis Marion “Borax” Smith in the Laurel created streetcar lines like these to carry potential customers to see the property they had for sale.

(Sessions’ line stretches back to 1875. Smith and his Key System were relative latecomers to the game.) Sessions and Smith succeeded in bringing people out to these Oakland suburbs to purchase property and settle in. Before long, stores and shops (and in the Dimond’s case, beer gardens) sprouted up near the ends of these lines. Over time these shops and gardens became shopping centers.

The streetcar line blossomed along with the districts, and by 1915 Laurel and Dimond residents could catch a streetcar to downtown Oakland. They could also ride these lines to the Southern Pacific train station at 12th and Webster streets or, for a time, to the 16th Street Depot in West Oakland.,_Oakland,_California

The German Garden

Posted on May 14, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

The German Garden

In our last conversation Vicki told me Mark was calling her up and giving her long lectures – with a quiz at the end! She told me she could not take it any more, and it made her head hurt. Vic would do the same thing. She wanted to have a sane relationship with me, but, she and Mark had blessed Stacey Pierrot who got her daddy to buy Rosamond’s legacy that was failing. They allowed what I began, to be sold to an ungifted LIAR, a insane outsider. Mark was threatening to disappear himself if Vicki did not get his neo-Nazi racist rant, right! I believe my evil brother contributed to Vicki’s condition. She had lost me, and now was stuck with that dark Nazi MONSTER! It was a living nightmare!

For years I have been blogging on the title my father’s secretary gave him ‘Vic The Nazi’. I have been utterly ignored. Now, stories of the Neo-Nazis are in the headlines. Mark is a neo-Nazi, too. Almost all the history of our family, and the history of art, was un-known to my family and the fake ‘Caretaker’ they blessed. I have spent ten thousand hours researching our genealogy and our history – with no help from anyone – just opposition!

I own the long conversations Shannon Rosamond and I had on facebook message. It is an appalling and shocking read. Shannon told me she owns proof that Pierrot betrayed her mother – and her! This world famous Art Parasite, threw aside our real family history to get at the Rosamond prints, the Rosamond book, the Rosamond movie. She threw away the history of Royal Rosamond, and our German Turners and Forty-Eighters, who co-founded the Republican Party. They went into the South with guns, and freed the slaves. All of these beautiful Germans, that were planted in the American Garden – HATE everything Trump and his Liars stand for. They hated tyranny!

Grandmother Melba and her Dark Son, and my Dark Sibling, knew nothing about our German ancestors. Yet they PRACTICED their fake superiority on children, every chance they got. I found the lost Stuttmeisters in Colman. Above is their tomb in Berlin. History will be very good to Vicki, Christine, and I. We are home in The Garden!

Here is Alice Stuttmeister, wife of William Broderick. I see both my sisters in her. This photo was taken in the Oakland Hills.

I remember the nightmare of having Thanksgiving dinner with Melba’s brother, Fred Broderick. Vic gave him an exploding cigar that burned a hole in his beautiful lace table cloth. I watched him store his rage away. I was eleven. Fred played Finlandia for me. He hoped there was someone in our family who cared about our German roots.

Doctor William Stuttmeister paid for the tomb of his people after they were dug up and evicted from their graves. He played the violin in the Oakland symphony.

On this day, Vicki’s birthday, our beloved Oddfellow ancestors are honored……………….In the Garden of Finlandia! From the dark pit of the abusers and liars……….

I raise my dear sister up! I raise her up! I raise her up!

John Presco

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Berlin Way on Peralta Creek

Posted on May 26, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


It looks like the Stuttmeister home and orchard was on Peralta Creek that has it’s source near Joaquin Miller’s house in the Hights. Rosemary said Maple St. was one of the streets William Stuttmeister and his kin, William Beyer, built over forty homes. This land looks like it belonged to the Peralta family. This creek is being restored and seen as a historic site. Oakland is a young city. It grew fast. Now, as it ages, historians are going back and cleaning up after these history. My family will be seen as Pioneers, folks who built Oakland, and contributed to its Arts.

Captain Gregory


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n 1842, apparently believing it was time to settle his estate, eighty-three-year-old Luís María Peralta journeyed to the rancho in order to divide the rancho land among his four sons. Luís had already given cattle to his three married daughters and planned to leave his San José adobe and land to his two unmarried daughters, who lived with him. Antonio received 16,067 acres of land from 68th Avenue to present-day Lake Merritt and up the eastern side of Lake Merritt to Indian Gulch, now known as Trestle Glen. Antonio’s portion also included the peninsula of Alameda. Ignacio received approximately 9,416 acres from southeastern San Leandro Creek to approximately 68th Avenue in Oakland. Vicente received the acreage that included the entire original town of Oakland, from Lake Merritt to the present Temescal district. Domingo received all of what is present-day Albany and Berkeley and a small portion of northern Oakland. The acreage of each portion is only known because of the patents later received by the brothers from the US government. Both Ignacio and Antonio received separate patents for their portions, but Vicente and Domingo applied for a joint patent that totaled 19,143 acres. 

According to historian J.N. Bowman, the Peralta family built a total of 16 houses over a fifty-year period on Rancho San Antonio. There were eleven adobes, three frame houses, one brick house, and one built of ‘logs and dirt’ (the very first structure built). Only two of these sixteen houses are still standing: Ignacio Peralta’s brick house built in 1860, which is part of the house now known as the Alta Mira Club in San Leandro, and the 1870 Victorian frame house built by Antonio which is now the focal point of Peralta Hacienda Historical Park, in the Fruitvale district of East Oakland. All of the other structures were either lost as a result of the 1868 earthquake, burned, or torn down for new development after being sold by descendants of the four brothers. 

In 1872, the combined property of the sons of Luís María Peralta was assessed at approximately $200,000, a substantial decrease in the family’s wealth. Antonio, (the last of Luís María Peralta’s sons), died in 1879. At the time of his death, Antonio owned his own home and had 23 acres left of the original 16,067 acres he had received from his father. The property was valued at $15,000 when the estate was probated two years later. Not a huge estate by the standards of the time, but still a substantial home in his neighborhood. Antonio had sixteen heirs, but the house and land were deeded to Francisco Galindo (husband of Antonio’s daughter Inez) in trust in payment of a $5,000 debt. 

Like many families, Antonio María Peralta’s children fought over the handling of the estate and there are surviving letters that discuss financial problems experienced by the adult children, and the need to sell off land for money. In the end, the 1870 house and the last eighteen acres of Antonio’s share of the land grant was sold by his daughter Inez Galindo in 1897 to a developer named Henry Z. Jones. The house was moved across the street and a housing development called the Galindo tract resulted. The last remnants of the 1821 adobe were also removed from the site at this time and some of the bricks were used to build the Dimond Lodge in Dimond Park, Oakland. Fifty years after the American annexation, the last of the headquarters of Rancho San Antonio was gone.

Arroyo Viejo Creek drains the western Oakland Hills between Merritt College and Knowland Park. Three branches meet under I-580 and Golf Links Road and run across East Oakland, mostly through open, but private, land. You may see it as a concrete channel in the middle of Hegenberger Road, or a muddy ditch behind the Coliseum.

The creek enters the Bay at Damon Marsh, part of Martin Luther King, Jr. Regional Shoreline, which encircles San Leandro Bay. San Leandro Bay is an estuary, the meeting place of fresh and salt water. Before dredging and filling began in the mid-19th century, Sausal, Peralta, East, Arroyo Viejo, Lion, Elmhurst, and San Leandro creeks drained into the area creating fresh and salt water marshes, tidal sloughs and mudflats. These areas supported a staggering abundance of plant and animal life in a complex food web. Native American peoples had lived on its largesse for thousands of years.

Stuttmeister Tomb in Colma

Posted on August 3, 2011by Royal Rosamond Press

A curator for the Oakland Museum called me yesterday and asked me to e-mail him the photograph of my kinfolk having a picnic in the Oakland Hills. I had just returned from Dot Dotsons in Eugene where Jo framed a enlargement of this historic event in a antique frame I purchased. She did a splendid job!Thanks to the Trust my uncle Vincent Rice left me, I have more funds to investigate and record my lost family history. Being poor I have had to endure hardship in order to visit my newfound daughter and newborn grandson in California. Tyler’s father was not there for his son, so when I went to see him for the first time I made a point to ground him in the history of my father’s people whom I and my cousin had just discovered were in a tomb at Cypress Lawn in Colma.

We three were the first kin to enter this tomb in many years. Tyler took an early lunch when Heather breast-fed her son on a marble bench facing the Tiffany window. Afterwards we went atop a hill and had a picnic next to these beautiful angels. Heather told me Tyler remembers being there. I was amazed when I saw his eyes follow a plane in the sky, and then smile.

My friend, Joy, had given me a special AA coin with the image of an angel on it for my late sister, Christine Rosamond, that I slipped into a crack made by an earthquake.

When we drove through San Francisco on our way home, I told Heather this was her and Tyler’s town now, for the Stuttmeisters are listed as a pioneer family, and made the Blue Book. In some respects, this was a Baptism.

Here Come the Forty-Eighters!

Posted on September 19, 2011by Royal Rosamond Press

Lojos Kossuth was titled ‘The Angel of Fredom’ by smart Americans. The Darbyites were still in Ireland, dumbing-down the Irish with their Doomsday Pre-Trib Terrorism. Kossuth was a good friend of my kin, the Fremonts. Hungarian forty-Eighters made up the Jessie Scouts, and John’s bodyguards. Kossuth led the revolt against the Catholic Hapburgs who all descend from Jeanne de Rougemont, who may be my ancestor on my mother’s side. The Hapsburgs held the titles King and Queen of Bohemia.Carl Augusta Janke was a Forty-Eighter, he coming to San Francisco in 1848. Many Forty-Eighters in Chile, left for this city to take part in the Gold Rush of 1849.

Above in the Wihelm family of Chile who look like my kinfolk.

Jon Presco

Forty-EightersFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Forty-Eighters were Europeans who participated in or supported the revolutions of 1848that swept Europe. In Germany, the Forty-Eighters favored unification of the German people, a more democratic government, and guarantees of human rights.[1

]Disappointed at the failure of the revolution to bring about the reform of the system of government in Germany or the Austrian Empireand sometimes on the government’s wanted list because of their involvement in the revolution, they gave up their old lives to try again abroad. Many emigrated to the United States, Canada, and Australiaafter the revolutions failed. They included Germans, Czechs, Hungarians, and others. Many were respected, wealthy, and well-educated; as such, they were not typical migrants. A large number went on to be very successful in their new countries.

William Oltman Stuttmeister

Posted on November 13, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

I am considering authoring a biography of my great, great grandfather, William Oltman Stuttmeister. But, I do see a serial, a Black Mask treatment……

Doctor Stuttmeister

Yesterday I found a image of an appartment building William built on McCallister street in 1910 four years after the earthquake.  My great, great, grandfather helped rebuild San Francisco. This morning I found an old photo of the Dental College he attended in San Francisco that became a part of the University of California. That these apartments are named ‘Laurel’ goes with my theory that William built around forty homes in the Laurel District – that could have been named by him. William, who helped build Oakland, is a pioneer in the field of Dentistry, and is labeled such by Redwood City. The Stuttmeisters lived in Fruit Vale, and their kin, the Jankes, founded the City of Belmont. They are listed as Pioneers of San Francisco.

In contrast, is my father’s father, Victor Hugo Presco. He was a gambler in the Barbary Coast made famous in a couple of movies. I can write a Grasshopper and the Ant tale about two men whose grandfather’s immigrated from Germany. One is a Bohemian fair-thee-well, and the other is a ambitious student at the University of California. William is a Humphry Van Wayden type whose seed will give birth to Captain Victor von Wolf Presco, real estate pirate, and father of a famous female artist and hippie spiritualist egghead a.k.a. ‘Blacky’. My father told me he raised his two sons using Wolf Larsen as a model. He made a loan to Jack London’s daughter. Jack worked in Belmont at a boys school doing laundry. It is evident the family mythos is based on real people.

My real father, Victor William Presco, played violin at Oakland High, and William played violin for the Oakland Symphony Orchestra. Did he hear  the ‘Pique Dame’ as an honored Alumni?

P.S. What is going on?!! I just googled ‘Pique Dame’. She is the Queen of Spades! Last night I watched ‘Cloud Atlas’. The music at the end of my life – has been found!

John Presco

Hermann, an ethnic German, is an officer of the engineers in the Imperial Russian Army. He constantly watches the other officers gamble, but never plays himself. One night, Tomsky tells a story about his grandmother, an elderly countess. Many years ago, in France, she lost a fortune at cards, and then won it back with the secret of the three winning cards, which she learned from the notorious Count of St. Germain. Hermann becomes obsessed with obtaining the secret.

University Affiliation

By 1870, Toland Medical College had a class of thirty students and had already granted diplomas to forty-five graduates. In that year, Toland sought to affiliate his medical school to the University of California, which itself was not yet two years old. In March 1873, the trustees deeded the Toland Medical College to the University of California Regents and the faculty minutes for the first time bore the heading, “The Medical Department of the University of California.”

As San Francisco’s population continued to grow, Hugh Toland’s influence and wealth also increased, earning an estimated $40,000 per year. In 1864, he decided to establish a medical school in San Francisco and purchased land for that purpose in North Beach, at Stockton and Francisco, opposite the San Francisco City and County Hospital. A handsome building was soon completed, and Toland Medical College was open for enrolment. Clinical instruction and dissecting experience were the centerpieces of Toland’s educational program, reflecting his training and experience in Parisian hospitals where clinical findings were carefully correlated with autopsy results.

On a foggy night in 1850, Mary Rutledge (Miriam Hopkins), accompanied by retired Colonel Marcus Aurelius Cobb (Frank Craven), arrives in San Francisco Bay aboard the Flying Cloud. A gold digger, she has come to wed the wealthy owner of a gold mine who lost his mine when the roulette wheel landed on red 13 times at the Bella Donna . The men at the wharf reluctantly inform her that her fiancé is dead, murdered most likely by Louis Chamalis (Edward G. Robinson), the powerful owner of the Bella Donna restaurant and gambling house. Mary is upset, but quickly pulls herself together and asks the way to the Bella Donna.

San Francisco is a 1936 musicaldrama directed by Woody Van Dyke, based on the April 18, 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The film, which was the top-grossing movie of that year,[3] stars Clark GableJeanette MacDonald, and Spencer Tracy. The then very popular singing of MacDonald helped make this film a hit, coming on the heels of her other 1936 blockbuster, Rose Marie. Famous silent film directors D. W. Griffith and Erich von Stroheim worked on the film without credit. Griffith directed some of the mob scenes while von Stroheim contributed to the screenplay.[4]

The first man is “Blackie” Norton (Clark Gable), a saloonkeeper and gambler. He owns the Paradise Club on Pacific Street in the notorious Barbary Coast. The other is Blackie’s childhood friend, Father Tim Mullen (Spencer Tracy), a Roman Catholic priest.

Blackie hires Mary Blake (Jeanette MacDonald), a promising, but impoverished, classically trained singer from Benson, Colorado. She becomes a star attraction at the Paradise, especially for singing “San Francisco” (a song composed for the movie, which became one of the city’s official anthems).[5] The club piano player, “The Professor” (Al Shean), can tell Mary has a professionally trained voice. Mat (Ted Healy), Blackie’s good friend at the Paradise, wisely predicts that Mary is not going to stay on the “Coast”.

The Herman

06/06/11 at 9:44 PM

Hi Jon,

You are a good researcher!  You remarked that someone lived in Pankow?  That is new to me.  This German family left Mecklenburg in 1732.  They became citizens of Berlin.  They started out selling pelts, and that grew into furs with a large warehouse in Berlin.  One Stuttmeister, who was a builder/architect had his office at the Kaiser’s court.  They grew quite wealthy.  Kim went to the Records department and received a list of all the residences that the Stuttmeister had in Berlin, and she took pictures of all the churches, where they were baptized and the properties they had owned. .  Freddie has always said that the Stuttmeister was not their true name, but the records in Germany indicate that Stuttmeister was their legal name.

Daryl Bulkley

Victor and Rosemary were living on Berlin Way in Oakland when I was born. The Stuttmeister family were Evangelicals who lived on Berlin Way in Berlin. It is becoming clear that I am ordained to restore and reform the German Church. The fake Laws of Jesus has to go.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The “Hermann”

(This blog is dedicated to immigration in nineteenth century Peru, from any source: European, Asian, Polynesian, however, I will allow a license for personal reasons to write about a boat used in German immigration to Chile.)

One of the boats used for the German emigration to Chile in the mid-nineteenth century was the “Hermann” brig. This ship made five trips to Chile transporting the German settlers and their families to the port of Corral in southern Chile, and to Valparaiso. I also made several trips from Hamburg to Australia transporting settlers, and to the United States of America.

There is a Chilean project to build a replica and turn it into an immigration museum in Valdivia, however at the moment it seems that this project is stopped.

Here, the technical file of the “Hermann”:
• Boat Name: Hermann • Classification: Bureau Veritas • Type of Boat: Bark • Year of Construction: 1849 • Flag: Hamburg. • Place of Construction: Elbing (currently Elblag, Poland) • Arqueo: 275 TRG. • Port of last registration: Hamburg, 1852 • Type of Classification: First Class • Type of Wood: Oak (Oak) • Purpose of the Ship: Travel across the Atlantic towards the coasts of East America and towards the coasts of Africa. And here, the list of passengers that I transport in 1852 to Chilean coasts:

Boat “Hermann”, Captain OA Kleingarn

Hamburg 31.07.1852 to Valdivia and Valparaiso

Backhaus, FranzLdm.Berlin
Bentjerodt, Heinr.HutmacherBerkel (Hnv.)
Betz, MarieEgelsheim (W.)
von Bock, EugenGelehrterKempten (W.)
Breckle, GottliebZimmermannOsweil (W.)
Callisen, ErnstLdm.San Francisco (Cal.)
Gebhardt, EmilMechnikerLudwisgburg (W.)
Gebhardt, ErnstLdm.Ludwisgburg (W.)
Gebhardt, GustavLdm.Ludwisgburg (W.)
Greve, HermannSeifensiederFrankfurt a. OR.
Greve, WilhelmineFrankfurt a. OR.
Hahn, NicolausDr. med.Korb (W.)
Heindl, ErnstBackerPassau (Bay.)
Holtz, Joh. Ludw.Kfm.Schonbach (Meckl.)
Jensen, ChristianTischlerTondern
Kapf, AdelaideLudwisgburg (W.)
Landbeck, …Mossingen
Michael, AugustMaurerPrauska (W.)
Otto, BaptisteLdm.Rietenhausen (W.)
Ohlsen, MariaFlensburg
Rohlffs, ErnstSan Francisco (Cal.)
Roth, C. Theod.ZimmermannNeuenburg (W.)
Stahlmann, Wilh.SattlerHildesheim
Stillfried, HugoLdm.Schlesien
Stuttmeister, Rud.Kfm.Philadelphia (Am.)
Tietz, PaulineFrankfurt a. OR.
Tyroldt, Joh. MLLdm.Culmbach (W.)

7. AGNES EMMA HEDWIG STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Female Christening: 06 SEP 1856 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
8. ALBERTUS FRIEDERICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Male Christening: 11 JUL 1745 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
9. DOROTHEA SOPHIA STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Female Christening: 03 AUG 1807 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
10. EMILIE FRIEDRICKE STUDTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Female Christening: 26 JAN 1806 Sankt Nikolai, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
Gender: Female Christening: 06 MAR 1860 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
12. FRIEDRICH HEINRICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Male Christening: 30 JAN 1862 Sankt Elisabeth, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
13. JOH. CARL STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Male Christening: 20 AUG 1747 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
14. JOHANNES HERMANN STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Male Christening: 04 MAY 1826 Friedrichswerder Berlin, Brandenburg, Preussen
15. CARL HEINRICH STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GEDr.
Gender: Male Christening: 15 APR 1805 Sankt Nikolai, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
16. CATHARINA DOROTHEA STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Female Christening: 02 AUG 1743 Jerusalem, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen
17. VICTOR EMANUEL FELIX STUTTMEISTER – International Genealogical Index / GE
Gender: Male Christening: 07 MAR 1861 Sankt Petri, Berlin Stadt, Brandenburg, Preussen

The Turners

Posted on November 26, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press


Yesterday I discovered one of my great grandfathers founded a Turnverein Hall on Bush Street in San Francisco. This hall was a place one could go hear music and practice gymnastics. The Seamens Friendly Union met here, and the Vigilance Committee.  Plays were performed, and debates held. This is the radical root of San Francisco that I have traced to the Longshoreman’s Hall and the first Acid Tests.  The Turner hall offered music and other entertainment as an alternative to gambling and prostitution. My father was a Merchant Marine and would be pleased to know the first institution for furthering sailor rights met in the Bush hall.

All seamen are invited to attend at the Turn Verein Hall on Bush Street between Stockton and Powell Streets on Thursday Evening, January 11 at 7 1/2 o’clock to form a Seamens Society for the Pacific Coast.

The Vigilance Committee combatted corruption and violence. These were idealists that lay the groundwork for a city famous for it cultural revolutions.

“Flaunting their rebellious spirit, the gymnasts of Vormärz wore their hair long and sported large black hats decorated with a rooster feather”


Above are my grandparents having picnic in the Oakland Hills. There is a sharpshooters rifle hanging in the tree.  Janke had marksman contests Belmont Park. Many Turnverein were Socialists and Marxists.

Jon Presco

“W.A. Janke, founded the Belmont Picnic Grounds, and the first Turn Verein on Bush Street.”

Yesterday I received information from Shirley Schwoerer of the Redwood City Library, that said my ancestor, Carl August Janke, was instrumental in establishing a Turnverien in Belmont, and the Bay Area. Was it the first?

“He erected the old amusement hall of the Turnverein, and managed this for several years.”

Janke may be the first real estate developer in the San Francisco bay area.

“In 1849 the family came around the Horn on an old Clipper ship, and Mr. Janke brought with him on the trip the material for six portable houses. He set up these houses, and at once engaged in a successful business, as a building contractor.”

This information confirms my theory that the Tanforan cottages in the Mission, are the Turnverein cottages that Janke brought around the Cape in order to establish a German community of Freethinkers in the New Western Land of the Free -free of church rule! The Jüdischen Turnverein was established for the same reason. For awhile Jews and Germans shared the same Turnverien in Berlin, and were seen as Liberal-Socialists. San Francisco is considered the most Liberal and ethnically diverse city in the world where folks from the old world can practice their traditions of total freedom. Hitler banned and persecuted the Freethinkers, and outlawed the Turnverein.

The membership of the new clubs was more inclusive, as the cor of students and academics which had made up the rank and file of the Turnverein in its early years was joined by a large contingent of craft workers, along with many Jewish members, often in positions of leadership. These gymnastic clubs were often closely aligned with workers’ organizations and democratic clubs with whom they shared a desire for reform and a rejection of traditional hierarchies.

They even imparted a new spirit to their gymnastic program by initiating training sessions for children and, far more radical in light of the times, for women as well. Flaunting their rebellious spirit, the gymnasts of Vormärz wore their hair long and sported large black hats decorated with a rooster feather instead of the more formal attire of the Biedermeier period.

Given the radicalization of the movement in the 1840s, it is not surprising that the German gymnasts were directly involved in the 1848 revolutions. Turnverein leaders won renown for their leading roles in local uprisings,

The Turnverein as an organization was most closely associated with the uprisings in Baden, the center of the radical sentiment in southwest Germany

TURNVEREIN SHARPSHOOTERSThe Home Guard Willing to Shed Its Blood but Only at Los Angeles The contemplated home guard of sharpshooters connected with the Turnverein Germania Is making but slow progress In getting organized. A minority of intending members met last night but failed to do anything. A score or so were willing to sign the roll to be forwarded to the adjutant general, but several others held back, not from lack of patriotism or want of sympathy with the United States, but for fear that In the event of the state’s accepting their services as an Independent company they might be called upon to do duty or fight away from home. These men hay* ties here which preclude their leaving their families or interests and they are unwilling to sign any papers which might turn out to be no obligation to leave Los Angeles and march to the front. They want to be strictly what the name Implies—home guard. As one man put it tersely, “I am for this country, willing to defend It here and shed my blood right in Los Angeles for the Stars and Stripes, but I’ll be goll-darned if I want to have it run out of my body at Milpitas or Sausalito.” At the next meeting, however, it is expected that so many will sign the roll that the sharpshooters will be able to organize.Los Angeles 1898

Janke Park, Hall, And Stagecoach Line

Posted on November 27, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press

          Very few families can say their kindred owned a Stagecoach Line, Theme Park, and a Turnverein Hall, or two. Carl Janke was half owner of the Belmont Accommodation Company that ran between Belmont ‘Beautiful Mountain’, and Halfmoon Bay. Mrs. Walter E. Janke was the President of the Cap and Bells Club that employed the cap of the Jester in its emblem. Consider the Merry Pranksters. Musicals, plays, and  “Jinks” were performed. Consider the Hi-jinks of the all male Bohemian Club. Is this a feminists answer?  It appears the Cap and Bells founded an art gallery. Was this the formation of the Outdoor Art League?“CAP AND BELLS CLUB OPENS ART GALLERYAn event In the life of the Cap and Bells club took place yesterday afternoon with the opening of the permanent art gallery for women at the clubrooms 1509 Gough street. About 70 canvases are hung in the gallery at the rear of the building, which has a most excellent northern light. , The pictures shown are by women artists only. Paintings from this city, Piedmont and Monterey were shown. The president of the club, Mrs. F. H. Colburn. received the guests, assisted by several club presidents from around the bay. Mrs. Lyman Dickerson Foster was tea hostess and will continue to be at the receptions on the three opening days, with an able corps of assistants. Other club presidents will assist in receiving the guests today and tomorrow.

The Art League held a event in Mill Valley that looks like a Renaisance Fair.


Old Time Music and Costumes. Features of Jinks

Special Dispatch to The Call. MILL VALLEY. Jan. 9.— An old English yuletide festival was” given last night, with fifteenth century, music and costumes of the same period, by , the Outdoor Art. league. The jinks was under the direction of Mrs. F. ßostick and each member of the club brought one guest; so that there was a large” gathering of society folk.”

What we are beholding in the Genesis of the Hippie/Bohemian Movement. This is the heart and soul of San Francisco Culture. The Outdoor Art League played a big roll in rebuilding this world famous city after the Earthquake of 1907. This may be the first instance where a group of artists contribute to the redevelopment of a major city.

These are Magical Tree People. Janke built spiral stairs to take his guests into the embrace of the Giant California Oaks. Here are the Ents and the Hobbits celebrating life, art, poetry, dance, and music. I see young lovers in the tree tops beholding rainbow sunsets and the bright star in the West. This is the first Disneyland. Here come the Jester of the Jinks, with her Magic Wand. Do you hear the tinkling of the bells high in the tree amongst the stars of the Milky Way. Tinker Belle of Beautiful Mountain.

Disneyland is famous for its monorails.

“The same year the Belmont Soda Works opened, the Independent Order of Odd Fellows (I.O.O.F.) hired 75 Southern Pacific railroad cars to transport 7,000 of its members from San Francisco to Belmont Park. There, 1,000 other members met them there, making the largest picnic ever held at Belmont Park.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

The Cap and Bells Club was organized for the development of wit and humor, and for the study of the drama, music, languages and kindred subjects.

The pointed cap, wand and bells of the Jester form its emblem, and unusual dramatic and musical talent characterizes the membership list, so that the programs during the sixteen years of the club’s existence have been of great excellence.


Willis Po-lfc Tells Women His Idea of Reconstruction of San Francisco

The outdoor art section of the California club, of which Mrs. Lovell White Is president, entertained its friends and members yesterday afternoon with what proved to be one of the most interesting programs of the season. The feature of the day was a short talk upon the reconstruction of San Francisco by Willis Polk, who interested his audience -very much. ‘ Mr. Polk’s views/although more those of an artist and [ dreamer than of a – practical businessman, were helpful in that they advised one step at a time, much waiting, and the making of deliberate rather than brilliant progress. He dwelt on the fact that if only the main ideal were kept to in rebuilding and re-planning, the finished city could not be otherwise: than beautiful, however long it was in reaching even comparative completion.


Here is the obituary of William in the San Francisco Call.

JANKE – in this city, Nov. 22, 1902 at his residence 320 Haight St. William August Janke, beloved husband of Cornelia L. Janke, and beloved father of Mrs. W.O. Stuttmeister and Carl and W.E. Janke, a native of Hamburg Germany aged 59 years. Internment, Laurel Hill

“According to Belmont Historical Society records, Dorothea and Carl August Janke sailed around Cape Horn from Hamburg, Germany, in 1848. After landing in San Francisco, they settled in Belmont in 1860″

I found Carl and Dorothea (also and Doretta) are buried at the Union Cemetery in Redwood City.

Names Listed on the Marker:
Janke, Carl August
Janke, Dorette Catherine
Janke, Mutter Heinrich
— From the 1937 headstone survey –
Carl August Janke, born in Dresden, Germany Oct. 1806, died Belmont, Calif. Sept. 2, 1881
Dorette Catherine, wife of Carl August Janke, born in Hamburg, Germany, July 21, 1813, died in Belmont, California, Feb 16, 1877
Mutter Heinrich, mother of Dorette Catherine Janke, born in Island of Heligoland, Germany, 1781 died in Belmont, California 1876
NOTE: In 1937 the Daughters of the American Revolution recorded all the headstones.

By: John G. Edmonds
Before Union Cemetery
The first entry that mentioned a cemetery in the Times and Gazette (which was the only newspaper in San Mateo County at that time) was in early January 1859. William Cary Jones had allowed 13 burials on his property, the site of today’s Sequoia High School. Now that Horace Hawes had taken over the property, he informed the county that he no longer wanted the dead to be buried on his property and he wanted all 13 bodies exhumed and moved elsewhere. This caused great anxiety in Redwood City.

1864-1910, page 133).
Records from Tombstones in Laurel Hill Cemetery, 1853-1927 – Janke
– Stuttmeister
Mina Maria Janke, daughter of William A, & Cornelia Janke, born
February 2, 1869, died March 1902.
William August Janke, native of Hamburg, Germany, born Dec. 25,
1842, died Nov. 22, 1902, son of Carl August & Dorette Catherine Janke. Frederick William R. Stuttmeister, native of Berlin, Germany, born
1812, died January 29, 1877.
Mrs. Matilda Stuttmeister, wife of Frederick W.R. Stuttmeister, born
1829, died March 17, 1875, native of New York.
Victor Rudolph Stuttmeister, son of Frederick W.R. & Matilda
Stuttmeister, born May 29, 1846, died Jan. 19, 1893, native of New

The most popular daytime excursion destination on the Peninsula during the late 19th century once occupied the area in Belmont now known as Twin Pines Park. The Belmont Picnic Grounds proved so popular, in fact, that scores of picnickers would travel regularly from San Jose and San Francisco for sun, fresh air and libations.
The size of the crowds and the fondness for libation, however, eventually led to the attraction’s demise.
According to Belmont Historical Society records, Dorothea and Carl August Janke sailed around Cape Horn from Hamburg, Germany, in 1848. After landing in San Francisco, they settled in Belmont in 1860. Industrious and entrepreneurial, Carl Janke purchased land in the vicinity of 6th and Ralston. Janke set out to create a site for leisure activities, modeled after the biergarten in his native Hamburg. His creation became Belmont Park.

Janke’s park offered all the necessary provisions for an outdoor holiday, which included a dance pavilion to accommodate 300 large glassless windows, a conical roof and a dance floor situated around a large spreading tree. The pavilion was also equipped with a bar, an ice cream parlor and a restaurant.
Outside the pavilion, the park provided a carousel for children, footpath bridges crossing the meandering of creeks, and a shooting gallery, with picnic benches and lathe houses situated about the shady grounds. Brass bands performing from bandstands could be heard all around the woodland.
In 1876, Janke opened Belmont Soda Works, located north of Ralston along Old County Road. Janke’s sons, Gus and Charlie, operated the soda works, which offered a variety of sarsaparillas. Within two years, the Soda Works produced more than 1,000 bottles a month — a large percentage of which would be sold at Belmont Park. Between the Soda Works and the several bars situated in and around the park, the liquid refreshment flowed abundantly.
Belmont Park became so popular that Southern Pacific Railroad began reserving exclusive trains for the sojourn to Belmont. Several local organizations and fraternities used the grounds for the celebrations, such as the Germania Rifles, the Apollo Verein, the Blue Bells, the Bunker Hill Association, the Ignatian Literary Society, the Hibernians and the Purple Violets. Races – foot, three-legged, and pony cart – as well as other amusements became commonplace at the gatherings.

The same year the Belmont Soda Works opened, the Independent Order of Odd Fellows (I.O.O.F.) hired 75 Southern Pacific railroad cars to transport 7,000 of its members from San Francisco to Belmont Park. There, 1,000 other members met them there, making the largest picnic ever held at Belmont Park.
With all the alcohol, dancing and overheated bodies gathered in a relatively small place, trouble seemed destined to follow.

In 1880, rival gangs started a small riot at Belmont Park, leaving one person dead and several injured. On another occasion, a young girl named Anne Mooney mysteriously disappeared. Authorities assumed she had been kidnaped, but a suspect was never identified. The fate of Anne Mooney remains a mystery.

By the turn of the century, the weekly treks to Belmont had become something of a nuisance. The drunken tussling would often begin at the on-board bars, continuing and intensifying by the time the passengers reached Belmont. The small communities through which the trains rumbled complained about the outsiders cavorting and otherwise disturbing their peaceful Peninsula neighborhoods. Southern Pacific, tired of the rowdies and the damage inflicted to the railroad cars, finally stopped operating the excursions in 1900.

In her book “Heritage of the Wooded Hills,” Ria Elena MacCrisken writes, “… if the railroad looked down its nose at the San Francisco picnickers, the little town of Belmont welcomed them with open arms. These early-day tourists brought lively times to Belmont and revenue to its stores…” Unfortunately for the Jankes , when the train stopped bringing carloads of revelers, much of Belmont Park’s clientele disappeared.

By 1910, the property had sold to George Center, the director of the Bank of California, who built a home on the property. Later Dr. Norbert Gottbrath opened a sanitarium called “Twin Pines,” which operated until March of 1972. The City of Belmont took over the property, dedicating Twin Pines Park in June of 1973.

Stuttmeister-Janke Wedding at Ralston Hall

Posted on September 9, 2011by Royal Rosamond Press

This morning I opened an email from my kin, Murray Oltman, and read the proof of what I have been saying for over ten years, being, Augusta Stuttmeister, the beloved wife of William Oltman Stuttmeister, is kin to Carl Arugusta Janke the co-founder, if not sole founder of the City of Belmont California.

William August Janke, native of Hamburg, Germany, born Dec. 25, 1842, died Nov. 22, 1902, son of Carl August & Dorette Catherine Janke.

Carl Janke came to San Francisco in 1848, one year before the Gold Rush. According to an article in the DAR, he brought six portable houses around the Cape and erected them in Belmont for gold miners who had struck it rich. As fate would have it, William Ralston ‘The Man Who Built San Francisco’ and his partner, lived in Belmont in a house that still stands, called Ralston Hall. I believe this is one of Janke’s homes that Coun Leonetto Cipriani purchased, and added on to. This house had 5,000 screws in it according to one (lost) article I read. Another lost article said these homes were manufactured in Mass. then shipped to California. I suspect two of these homes are found on Dolores Street in the Mission. One article said one house was moved a distance from the Tanforan ranch. The name Tanforan may have been the name of the Theme Park that Janke built in Belmont, perhaps the first in California. It also might be Turnverein, the German gymnastic clubs of the Forty-Eighters. There is much evidence the Stuttmeisters were members of the Turner Societies of Free-thinkers.

What is truly astounding, is that Sir Thomas Hesketh married Florence Sharon at Ralston Hall, and Florence Breckenridge married their son. Florence descends from John Witherspoon,and thus is kin to the Jessie Benton Fremont, thus the Presco family, when Christine Rosamond Presco married Garth Benton.

This is truly a Rags to Riches story. Christine and I used to take walks in Piedmont where the Sharon family lived. The Hesketh family are in the Peereage.

Then there is the Oddfellow gathering in Belmont that may have been staged by William Ralston. The Oddfellows were forming a union with the Freemasons and holding Knights Templar titles. Was the Stuttmeister-Janke union a Masonic-Odfellow marriage? If so, my family owns all those legends that Dan Brown gathered into his basket to create a money-making work of fiction.

When my daughter gets married, I will do all that is humanly and divinely possible to see that she ties the night at Ralston Hall, because; “All’s wll, that ends well!”

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

Florence Louise Breckinridge was born in November 1881 at California, U.S.A..2 She married Thomas Fermor-Hesketh, 1st Baron Hesketh, son of Sir Thomas George Fermor-Hesketh, 7th Bt. and Florence Emily Sharon, on 9 September 1909 at British Embassy Church, Paris, France.

1888: From the Daily Alta, an article on the marriage of Dr. William O.
Stuttmeister and Augusta D. Janke.

Daily Alta California, Volume 42, Number 14175, 24 June 1888

One of the most enjoyable weddings of the past week took place at
Belmont, Wednesday morning last, the contracting parties being Miss
Augusta Janke, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. August Janke of Belmont,
and Dr. Wm. Stuttmeister of San Francisco. The house was
handsomely decorated with a rich profusion of ferns and flowers, and
at the appointed hour was filled with the relatives and intimate friends
of the contracting parties. At 11 o’clock the wedding march was played
and the bridal party entered the parlor. The bride was attended by Miss
Alice Stuttmeister, a sister of the groom, and Miss Minnie Janke, a
sister of the bride, as bridesmaids, and Dr. Muldownado and Wm.
Janke, a cousin of the bride, were groomsmen. The Rev. A. L. Brewer
of San Mateo performed the beautiful and impressive ceremony under
an arch composed of flowers and greens very prettily arranged, after
which the guests pressed forward and offered their congratulations.
The bride was attired in a very pretty and becoming costume of the
crushed strawberry shade, and wore a corsage bouquet of orange
blossoms. She carried a handsome bouquet of white flowers. After the
guests had paid their compliments the bride and groom led the way to
the dining-room, where the wedding dinner was served and the health
of the newly married pair was pledged. The feast over, the guests
joined in the dance, and the hours sped right merrily, interspersed with
music singing and recitations, until the bride and groom took their
departure amid a shower of rice and good wishes. Many beautiful
presents were received. Dr. and Mrs. Stuttmeister left Thursday
morning for Santa Cruz and Monterey, where they will spend the
honeymoon. On their return they will make their home in Belmont.

1911: Dr. Willian O. Stuttmeister was practicing dentistry in Redwood
City, CA. (Reference: University of California, Directory of Graduates,

1864-1910, page 133).
Records from Tombstones in Laurel Hill Cemetery, 1853-1927 – Janke
– Stuttmeister
Mina Maria Janke, daughter of William A, & Cornelia Janke, born
February 2, 1869, died March 1902.
William August Janke, native of Hamburg, Germany, born Dec. 25,
1642, died Nov. 22, 1902, son of Carl August & Dorette Catherine
Frederick William R. Stuttmeister, native of Berlin, Germany, born
1612, died January 29, 1877.
Mrs. Matilda Stuttmeister, wife of Frederick W.R. Stuttmeister, born
1829, died March 17, 1875, native of New York.
Victor Rudolph Stuttmeister, son of Frederick W.R. & Matilda
Stuttmeister, born May 29, 1846, died Jan. 19, 1893, native of New

The New German Unity

Posted on November 7, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

For the last two days I have been looking at way to join Americans with German roots into a  political block. Then, I awoke to this.

Above is a photo of the Miller brothers, Melvine, George, and Joaquin who lived above the Suttemeister-Brodericks who had a fruit orchard in Fruit Vale.

John Presco

Jacob Mueller 

Death:circa 1726 (39-47)
probably en route to Virginia
Immediate Family:Husband of Mary Goodwin
Father of Daniel Miller and Daniel Miller

“The formidable executive powers of the president, notably in foreign policy, remain untouched,” Norbert Roettgen, head of the foreign affairs committee in the German Bundestag, told Deutschlandfunk radio.

“We need to prepare for the possibility that Trump’s defeat (in the House) fires him up, that he intensifies the polarization, the aggression we saw during the campaign.”

Peter Trubowitz, director of the United States Center at the London School of Economics, said: “I would look for him to double down on China, on Iran, on the Mexican border.”

“I think that the incentive structure now has changed for him and he will invest even more time on the foreign policy front as we move forward to 2020,” he added.

The Rose Trees of Florence

Posted on March 15, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press


Today I will be placing flowers on the grave of George Melvin Miller, and his father, Hulings Miller. When was the last time anyone visited these graves? George declined to have a plaque honoring him attached to the Siuslaw River Bridge in Florence, Oregon. It was his baby, his dream to connect Florence and her Rhodies to the City of New York. George was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’.

In the late fifties, we Presco children would give Georges niece a call. Juanita Miller was known as the ‘White Witch’. She lived close by in the Oakland Hills where we dwelt for almost ten years. Juanita gave advise to the Love Lorne on the phone. At thirteen, Christine would try to be much older then she was. She would make up horrific stories about her dysfunctional boyfriend or husband. Juanita did her best to sort out the mess.

As fate would have it, two terrible biographies, and two movie scripts were authored about Christine Rosamond Benton, one written by our kindred, Carrie Fisher. Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor and I share the same great, great, great grandfather. Much of what is written about Christine by outsiders, is fabricated. Is this the curse of the White Witch?

Elizabeth Maude “Lischen” or “Lizzie” Cogswell married George Miller. Lizzie was the foremost literary woman in Oregon. On Feb. 6, 1897, Idaho Cogswell, married Feb. 6, 1897, Ira L. Campbell, who was editor, publisher and co-owner (with his brother John) of the Daily Eugene Guard newspaper. The Campbell Center is named after Ira.

The Wedding of John Cogswell to Mary Frances Gay, was the first recorded in Lane County where I registered my newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press. Idaho Campbell was a charter member of the Fortnightly Club that raised funds for the first Eugene Library.

George Melvin Miller was a frequent visitor to ‘The Hights’ his brothers visionary utopia where gathered famous artists and writers in the hills above my great grandfather’s farm. The Miller brothers promoted Arts and Literature, as well as Civic Celebrations. Joaquin’s contact with the Pre-Raphaelites in England, lent credence to the notion that George and Joaquin were Oregon’s Cultural Shamans, verses, he-men with big saw cutting down trees.

Six years ago I founded a blog named after Joaquin’s newspaper the Eugene City Democratic Register ‘The Bohemian Democratic Register’. That blog crashed several year ago, and was replaced by Rosamond Press.

The name, Rhododendron, means ‘Rose Tree’. With the union of the Miller and Cogswell family we have the Sleeping Beauty Princess, Rosamond, awake alas, in a Progressive State that once celebrated it ties to Europe. It’s time to rewrite Oregon’s INCLUSIVE history, and bid folks from all over the world to behold our Rose Tree heritage.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

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