I have told people who were close to me, that my family did not tell me my mother was dying, and I missed saying goodbye to her by eighteen hours. I also told these people I was not told my father had died. I found out three years later by a kindred doing our genealogy. It took me seven years to find out where Rosemary Rosamond was buried. Here is her grave, located in a military cemetery in San Francisco. My mother served in the Waves up in Seattle, spying on the Russians. She shared some secrets, and gave her older children warnings about the Cold War. This Rose of the World, was brilliant. She did hear me say I might have two children, just before she died. She would be amazed at the history I have uncovered. She would have gone into shock if she had seen the Stuttmeister…