After my near-death experience, I began to do drawings of Atlantis. I worked on them while living on my boat in the Oakland Estuary. Across the water, was Alameda Naval Air Station. I heard and saw Navy Jets taking off and landing. It is here that I see -Atlantis Rising!
I was born in Oakland. Recently, Las Vegas lured away the Oakland Raiders and the A’s taking much of my family history to Sin City. What I propose is building the largest Casino in the world in Alameda, complete with a major league baseball team called…..The Alameda Acorns!
My brother and I would drive onto the Air Station in our father’s 1949 Ford truck to deliver produce to the officers club. American Taxpayers will give the military around 900 billion dollars in a Big Gamble we don’t go to war with Russia or China. What are the American People getting in return. Most Republican’ leaders won’t condemn Putin for invading Ukraine! How many billions have we spent?
What I suggest, is that certain military bases, now closed, be turned into casinos, where profits will be turned into low-cost housing. I see a lasting partnership between the Military and the Poor who need a place to dwell. .
If you don’t like gambling, how about Government owned and operated Play Lands – full of American Magic, Unity, and Happiness? Our enemies are enjoying our DISUNITY – we paid a trillion dollars for! What a waste! Good American Money is being poured down the drain while some politicians threaten to take away Meals On Wheels for Seniors. who need a Safe and Happy Place to go to enjoy the society they paid for. We can do better!
Play ball!
John Presco
How Big Is the U.S. Military Budget Compared to Other Countries?
EARLIER THIS WEEK, on the Disney forum DISBoards.com, a user named KYMickey posted a meme of a demonic-looking white man with a passing resemblance to Gov. Ron DeSantis dressed in a Prince Charming costume, in front of Cinderella’s castle. “DeSantis World,” the caption reads, referring to Florida Governor Ron DeSantis. “Disney’s dumbest villain yet.”
“Good luck, governerd,” one reply reads. “Nobody outlawyers the Mouse.”
Here is a photo of my great grandmother, Alice Stuttmeister, when she was young. She and a friend (in background) are on Neptune Beach in Alameda California. Here is another theme park like the one Carl Janke founded in Belmont across the bay.
Jon Presco
Neptune Beach (California)From Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaJump to: navigation, search Neptune Beach was an amusement park on the shore of San Francisco Bay in the city of Alameda, California. The park was served by the Southern Pacific Transportation Company and ferries from San Francisco. It operated from 1917 until it closed in 1939. Opened in 1917, Neptune Beach occupied a beach front zone now known as Crab Cove and was originally owned by the Strehlow family. Admission to the park was a dime. The park was described as a place for private picnics, with a clubhouse for dancing, and barbecue pits. The Cottage Baths were vacation cottages, available for rent. There were dances on Friday and Saturday night.[1] [edit] AttractionsThe Strehlows owned and operated the beach and filled in a section of the Bay to add an additional Olympic-size swimming pool and a roller coaster with views of the Bay. Its two outdoor pools hosted swimming races and exhibitions by swimmers such as Olympian Johnny Weismuller, who later starred as the original Tarzan, and Jack LaLanne who started a chain of health clubs. The park also featured a hand-carved carousel from the Dentzel Company and a Ferris wheel. The park closed down in 1939 because of the Great Depression, the completion of the San Francisco – Oakland Bay Bridge, people circumventing paying the admission price and in general, the rise of car culture. Once the Bay Bridge was complete, the rail lines that ran past the entrance to Neptune Beach, on the way to the Alameda Mole and the Ferry, lost riders in droves. People began using their cars to escape the city and the immediate suburbs like Alameda and traveling further afield in California. Alameda lost its resort status as more distant locations became more attractive to cash-rich San Francisco tourists. Young people in town became aware of ways to avoid paying the dime for admission to the park. Strong swimmers or even waders could sneak in on the bay side by swimming around the fence. While some of the resort homes from Neptune Beach still exist and can be seen near Crab Cove, the vast majority of the structures—the carousel, the Ferris wheel, roller coaster and other rides—were auctioned off in 1940 for a fraction of their original cost.
Opened in 1917, Neptune Beach occupied a beach front zone now known as Crab Cove and was originally owned by the Strehlow family. Admission to the park was a dime. The park was described as a place for private picnics, with a clubhouse for dancing, and barbecue pits. The Cottage Baths were vacation cottages, available for rent. There were dances on Friday and Saturday night.[2]
The Strehlows owned and operated the beach and filled in a section of the Bay to add an additional Olympic-size swimming pool and a roller coaster with views of the Bay. Its two outdoor pools hosted swimming races and exhibitions by swimmers such as OlympianJohnny Weissmuller, who later starred as MGM’s Tarzan, and Jack LaLanne who started a chain of health clubs. The park also featured a hand-carved carousel from the Dentzel Company and a Ferris wheel.
Both the American snow cone and the popsicle made their public debuts at Neptune Beach where they were first sold in 1923. The popsicle name comes from Frank “Pop” Epperson who sold his Epperson Ice Pop known as “Pop’s Sicle.”[3][1][4]
The park closed in 1939 because of the Great Depression, the completion of the San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge, people circumventing paying the admission price and, in general, the rise of car culture. Once the Bay Bridge was complete, the rail lines that ran past the entrance to Neptune Beach on the way to the Alameda Mole and the Ferry, lost riders in droves. People began using their cars to escape the city and the immediate suburbs like Alameda and traveling further afield in California. Alameda lost its resort status as more distant locations became more attractive to cash-rich San Francisco tourists. Young people in town became aware of ways to avoid paying the dime for admission to the park. Strong swimmers or even waders could sneak in on the bay side by swimming around the fence.
While some of the resort homes from Neptune Beach still exist and can be seen near Crab Cove, the vast majority of the structures—the carousel, the Ferris wheel, roller coaster and other rides—were auctioned off in 1940 for a fraction of their original costs. During World War II, the federal government bought the space to hold offices and renamed it Neptune Pointe.[5]
Cal Neva Resort & Casino, previously known as the Calneva Resort and Cal-Neva Lodge,[1][2] is a resort and casino straddling the border between Nevada and California on the shores of Lake Tahoe. The original building was constructed in 1926, and became famous when the national media picked up a story about actress Clara Bow cancelling checks she owed to the Cal-Neva worth $13,000 in 1930 ($210,900 today).[3] After burning down in a fire in 1937, the structure was rebuilt in only 30 days. In 1960, entertainer Frank Sinatra purchased the resort with several others, including singer Dean Martin and Chicago mobster Sam Giancana.
A group of investors bought the Cal-Neva in 1935, and recruited William “Bones” Remmer[9] to act as its president and the pit manager of the casino.[10] That year a 13-year-old Judy Garland performed at Cal-Neva for the first time.[11]
When I saw the plans for the stadium for the Oakland Acorns, my Atlantis Prophecy came to mind. I will be called mad, but I saw many things coming, including this mind-game Biden is playing with Putin – who has to be reading this blog – because he is keen on restoring the Russian Monarchy, and is why he is backing off NATO. Miriam Starfish Christling and Victoria Bond, are good at this guessing game. The last thing Putin wants in the restoration of the Holy Roman Empire, because it is the blueprint for the European Union – and NATO! Putin wants America to be forever sick and disabled, thus his Christian Think Tank is stirring up Truckers. Much of my blog is now a fantastic book!
I lived on a houseboat and sailboat here at the end of Adeline Street next to Schnitzer Steel. Adeline is the ramp that ended where Sea&Land was. The Sunshine Harbor got filled in. My girlfriend and I, along with another person who owned an old tugboat, were the only residents that lived in the industrial area. My history is important to this new development.
My grandmother raised Jackie Jensen and his brothers for a couple of years. Jackie played for the Oakland Oaks baseball team. I’m going to take my run for Governor of Oregon more seriously.
Schnitzer Steel Settles Environmental Violation Claims at Oakland
US media reported that Portland based scrap metal recycler Schnitzer Inc will pay USD 4.1 million to settle a lawsuit by Alameda County and the State of
While the Oakland A’s have yet to ink a deal for building a new Major League Baseball stadium at Howard Terminal, a 50-acre waterfront site to the west of Jack London Square, Governor Jerry Brown has signed the Oakland Sports and Mixed-Use Project Bill (a.k.a. AB 734) which could expedite the A’s development of the site.
Keep in mind that any redevelopment of the waterfront site would still require approval from the Bay Conservation and Development Commission (BCDC), the State Lands Commission and other regulatory agencies, not to mention the City of Oakland itself.
And once again, Lew Wolff, the current A’s chairman emeritus and co-owner of the team at the time, had characterized the redevelopment of Howard Terminal as being “as close to impossible as anything” back in 2013.
The Oakland A’s ownership is planning a third Vegas run in search of some sort of ballpark deal in Sin City after a negotiating session on a new downtown Oakland ballpark goes poorly.
In the biography of Clint Eastwood by Patrick McGilligan ‘Clint, The Life and Legend’ I read this on page 30.
“Glenview, near Ardley Avenue, Crocker Highlands (named for the banking Crockers, who donated the site) and Frank Havens School (named for one of the Piedmont city fathers – three of the grammar schools the boy attended – were within a close radius of Piedmont. Haven was already a local institution, and one day, at Crocker Highlands, the tousel-haired boy sat for a class photograph with schoolmates that included Jackie Jensen, the future outfielder for the Boston Red Sox.*
The United States approved over $3.8 billion in foreign assistance to Israel in 2019, the most recent year of complete data. About $8.5 million of that aid went towards the economy, and the remainder went to the Israeli military. This is part of the 10-year, $38 billion Memorandum of Understanding signed in 2016. It is the third agreement of its kind, following two signed during the George W. Bush and Clinton administrations. The agreement supports updating the Israeli aircraft fleet and maintaining the country’s missile defense system. The deal provides $500 million in missile defense funding and $3.3 billion in other military funding per year from 2019 to 2028.
Here are the opening words for the little book on Belmont, by MacCrisken:
“Every story deserves to get told. When we hear the stories of others, we grow empathy, pride, and an overall connection to the world. From this booklet, I hope you learn how this land has evolved into the wonderful town that you now call home, and that the work that you put into the world never truly fades as it continues to live in the everyday lives of others you’ve touched. Thank you to everyone at the Belmont Historical Society, Karin Saltzherr, the GSNorCal council, and an extra special thank you to the wonderful Denny Lawhern who truly is the spirit of Belmont and whom without, this project would absolutely not be possible”
It appears Carolyn Yau got permission to use the photographs that Cynthia captured – somehow! Why was I not offered the use of the photograph of one of my great grandfathers, William Janke, that is buried in the Stuttmeister crypt? Cynthia did not even tell me she wrote a book. She suggested I was violating someone’s copyrights – which can be miscrued as a THREAT – a scare tactic aimed at getting me to give up and walk away with all my posts in the hands of Belmont Historical Society. Some guy said my info was interesting, but could I keep it local. I thought he was referring to my posts on Vice President, Kamala Harris, the Black Panther, and the History of Oakland. Indeed, Cynthia then took off all of my posts and left a phtogrpah of the Janke Stuttmeister picnic – that could have been at Belmont. All my words and MY STORY was disapeared in what may be the Rudist History Event in American History,
My father, made a loan to Jack London’s daughter, and as thanks she let him pick a first editions book. He chose ‘Martin Eden’ which contains scenes he acquired when he worked in Belmont. Cynthia knew this – as did all members of the Historic Soceity. Here was the post the fellow liked.
The Mayor needs to question all people involved in the Historical Society that THEY DID’NT LIKE ABOUT MY STORY…..that deserves to be told. When did they start their COVERT WEEDING process? When did the CONSPIRE to oppress the parts THEY did not like, and somehow make the parts of MY STORY – THEIR STORY! And, when did they discuss authoring another book. These are vampires. This is out of the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. They became the OWNERS of the town history they prey upon. I am looking at the publisher who seems to be selling this SCHEME to folks who have no roots and looking to mine the gold. This goes against the ethics of people who do their genealogy and share information for free.
FOR MONEY?
They, or just Cynthia (she took all the blame) did not like the idea that FAMOUS PEOPLE came out of Belmont, and thus that history is INCLUSIVE to the Belmont vortex they made. Cynthia has been on a power trip. This is outrageous! She STALKED ME and my famous family.
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 8:03 AM
Cipriani describes himself as Florentine in his diaries even though he was from Corsica. He recounts meeting another Italian speaker in Nevada and tells him he’s “Florentine, thank God!”
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 8:03 AM
One of the photos and captions is from the book I wrote. I am not certain if you think much of this information is new to us.
You sent Today at 8:44 AM
What are you suggesting? Who is us? The Janke family is MY family not your family. Millions of families brag on their family history no matter how mundane. This is all I am doing. I did not come to battle with volenteers who I thought would be glad to hear from descendants of the Founder of Belmont. I thought MY history was being rejected as it was twenty years ago by kin of your famous cop who controlled the city history. I never encountered the way you set up your facebook group and assumed the worst and appologised. I even removed post to show I am not at war with a group of volunteers who may be working on books and have written books. I know being related to historic people gives me an advantage. The Benton’s are kin to the Bonaparte family that Cipriani had extensive relationship with.
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 8:44 AM
Greeting! Thanks Greg for your message. We are not here right now, but we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. We are a small organization with a handful of volunteers. Thank you for your patience.
You sent Today at 8:53 AM
New to us? I don’t get this statement. I can get the opinion of a professional writer as to what he makes of this. You may be treating me as a outsider a author who thinks he is in competition with you
You sent Today at 9:00 AM
Here is my good friend, Mark Gall. For 25 years we have discussed out family history. He grew up in Hunter’s Point and will be in my book. Our mutual friend also went to Harvard and wrote a Eisenhower bio. He was an editor for Double Day. How long has each member of the Belmont Society been volunteering to gather my family history? Thank you for the good job you have done. https://pages.uoregon.edu/mgall/vita.htm
“We are related to historic people somewhere.“
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 9:39 AM
“There’s no competition, for Pete’s sake.“
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 9:39 AM
“Maybe your friend the editor can explain copyright to you.
Belmont Historical Society, Belmont, CA sent Today at 9:39 AM
“Everyone is related to “historic people.”
You sent Today at 9:50 AM
Are you suggesting I am violating YOUR copyright, or, a group’s copyright? I just want to make sure. There is strong evidence that MY family has been collecting OUR history for hundreds of years. Here is the proof the Benton family is kin to the Bonaparte family who were close friends of Cipriani. My famous artist sister married the artist, Garth Benton, the cousin of the artist Thomas Hart Benton. My niece Drew Benton is an artist, and so am I. This constitutes a artistic dynasty – when you include my mother’s cousin, the actress Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Benton-1403Zebulon Howell Benton (1811-1893) | WikiTree FREE Family Treewikitree.com
Carolyn Yau Girl Scout Troop 33004 Gold Award Project
“There’s no such thing as an uninteresting life, such a thing is an impossibility. Beneath the dullest exterior, there is a drama, a comedy, a tragedy.” -Mark Twain
Captain Owen O’Neill was an Englishman who brought passengers to and from England and San Francisco on his ship the Hell and Mariah by means of journeying around Cape Horn in South America in the mid 1800s. After his retirement from traveling to and from Europe, O’Neill used the lumber he brought with him around Cape Horn up Belmont Creek from the Bay to build a house and dock in the Belmont marshland to bring people between Belmont and San Francisco. That house he built for him and his family was located along Old County Road and what is now O’Neill Street. Today, some of O’Neill’s descendants still live and work in the Belmont area; and this area is the last remaining wetlands area preserved from development in Belmont where native wildfowl, migratory birds, and spawning fish can nest and feed
The building of what is now known as The Van’s Restaurant is one of two remaining buildings from the 1915 Japanese Exhibition at the Panama Pacific International Exposition held in the San Francisco Marina District in commemoration of the opening of the Panama Canal; the other building being the Palace of Fine Arts. Land Baron E.D. Swift purchased the building and sent it down the Bay to Belmont. In 1921, it was transported by horse and mule to the top of the hill, where it is today. In 1933, Elsie Smuck bought the building and renamed it “Elsie’s” where it became a speakeasy that was rumored to have had slot machines and dice games. When Prohibition ended, Elsie turned it into a legalized saloon. Elsie left the saloon to a Burlingame citizen who sold it to two gentlemen who opened a restaurant called “Gevan’s”. After ten years of partnership, the two parted and one shortened the name to “The Van
Around 1897 when he was 21 years old, during a time in which he would write 15 hours a day and buy stamps so he could eagerly send manuscript after manuscript to publishers, who would eventually become classic American novelist Jack London had run out of money. London’s step-sister(Eliza)’s step-son(Herbert Shepard) got him a job working as a helper in the laundry of the Belmont Academy for the rate of 30 dollars a month. The school was sure that their new equipment could get through the work at twice the speed, so it hired only two men to do the job of four. The two constantly worked unpaid overtime and were always exhausted. London never got a chance to read the books he had hoped to read while there. London quit his job at Belmont Academy once the school year ended in June. His experiences working in the laundry can be seen reflected in the fictional, titular main character of his novel Martin Eden.
Tiffany window in the Janke-Stuttmeister crypt in Colma
Yesterday, The Belmont Soda Works – rose from the ashes like a Phoenix Bird. That a Senator refers to Jason Bourne and “spy movies and books” is a REAL COUP for me, and a testimonial to my amazing research, and this blog. My Man In The Field, Spooky Noodles, suggested more than once, important people -must be reading Royal Rosamond Press! Four of my characters suffer from a Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Victoria Rosemond Bond, does sculptures to deal with her GAD at BAD. I wanted my spies to be VERY HUMAN, for in looking within for what makes us tick, they have boosted their powers of observation.
WE ARE FLAWED
We own….”sticky thoughts”?
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press; Belmont Soda Works; California Barrel Company
Raymond Chandler wrote about the people my grandfather hung around with, and did business with. The fact my mother made porno movies and was a prostitute for Big Bones Remmer, put’s me in the Black Mask revival, and put’s my fictional character, Smoky, on the Bohemian Gangster map.
Jackie Jenson and William Stuttmeister attended the University of California at Berkeley. My grandmother, Melba Broderick raised the Jensen brothers after their mother had a “nervous breakdown” These were the words used – and no more information was offered about this shameful thing. My father, Victor Presco, told me he and Jackie attended Oakland High School at the same time. Vic was proud of this fact, but, also jealous. The Golden Boy was the most famous person in the San Francisco Bay Area. He was an Oakland Boy who chose to play for the Oakland Oaks over the Yankees. Above is Jackie with teammate, Billy Martin, who would coach the Oakland A’s. Billy’s name was heard by people who love baseball – all over the world!
I am waiting on confirmation from a researcher at the Sacramento Library, that my great, great grandfather, Carl Janke, brought six portable houses around the Cape on a clipper ship in 1849, and erected them in Belmont California. This would make the Janke Family California Pioneers. That they operated three businesses in Belmont, a soda works, a theme park, and a stagecoach line, moves them to the top of Bay Are entrepreneur, next to William Ralston ‘The Man Who Built San Francisco’ who lived in Belmont. Alice Stuttmeister married William Broderick, a officer in the California Barrel Company located five miles from Belmont is Dogpatch. William Stuttmeister developed about forty homes in Oakland, and named some of the streets. When I was born we lived on Berlin Way.
Jackie Jensen and Christine Rosamond Presco-Benton abused drugs and alcohol. As an alcoholic with thirty-four years of sobriety I can say Jackie was an alcoholic – who would have benefitted by going to Narcotics Anonymous – if it existed. I suspect both his parents had a “drinking problem”. and Bobby and Jackie were abandoned by their dysfunctional parents. When someone becomes a star, and is in the public limelight, we know that their core being, and weaknesses, get amplified. Fear of flying is just a symptom – and a smokescreen! I would like to see some professionals take a modern look at the Jensen family. Melba was a good friend of Bobby Jensen. Her mother was Alice Stuttmeister. She lived on 13th. Avenue in Oakland in a beautiful Victorian where six members of te Presco family lived.
I wrote a letter to the Probate Court and pleaded with them not to sell ‘The Family Recovery’ to outsiders because we will need this device that saved my life – to save the lives of our children and grandchildren – because alcoholism is passed on in our DNA. My sixteen year old daughter I did not know I had, was about to walk into my life. After the death of Vicki Presco over a year ago, Christine’s daughter came to own evidence, she and my brother, Mark Presco, conspired with Stacey Pierrot to go around legal guidelines. This tells me they did not like Christine and my sobriety, because we were revealing unsavory family matters. That they approved of Tom Snyder doing OUR FAMILY tell-all -they both reading the rough draft of ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ – is proof they wanted to cut me out of realizing profits from the movie they had in the works. Profits from this movie – would not got to the two Heirs. Vicki and Mark Presco knew nothing about the Stuttmeister-Janke family history, or, the literary history of my grandfather, Royal Rosamond. They did not know the Jensen family history.
John Presco
Copyright 2021
“Jack Eugene Jensen was born on March 9, 1927, in San Francisco to Wilfred and Alice (Delany) Jensen. Wilfred owned a meat-cutting business and worked briefly as a patrolman, but he and Alice divorced when Jackie was 5 years old. Alice, an Arkansas native, worked at various jobs in San Francisco to support Jackie and his two older brothers. Alice and the boys moved several times during Jackie’s childhood, mainly in Oakland. Wilfred was the second of Alice’s four husbands.”
After his junior year at Cal, in the spring of 1949, Jensen disappointed many Cal loyalists by forgoing his senior year, instead signing a contract to play for the Oakland Oaks baseball club of the Pacific Coast League. Jensen had been scouted by several major-league teams, including the New York Yankees, who reportedly offered him a $75,000 bonus. The Oaks matched the bid, and Jack decided that the Oaks offered a higher level of competition than the lower minor-league berth the Yankees had suggested he would get. Jensen hit .261 in his first professional season, after which he was sold (along with Billy Martin and others) to the Yankees.”
William Oltman Stuttmeister went to the University of California and practiced dentistry in San Francisco. He bought two vacation properties in San Geronimo where he retired and died. The Maillard, Count Cipriani, Napoleon, and Prince Victor Napoleon connection is interesting. Is this the continuation of the Belmont Colony? Was this land purchased with a recovered treasure? Many have searched for the lost treasure of Sir Francis Drake near this valley overlooked by the ‘Sleeping Maiden’ mountain.
Below is a video showing Cipriani’s home inside Ralston’s additions. It was a portable house. An expert needs to compare this with the Tanforan cottages. Samples of the wood and screws need to taken and compared to the houses Janke brought around the Cape. William married Augusta Janke.
Jon Presco
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.
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
Months after my sister’s death I went to the Sacramento Library and looked at microfish about a legal battle between the heirs of Carl Janke’s estate in Belmont that appeared in the San Francisco Call. I lost the copy I made of that article that I am certain mentioned William O. Stuttmeister, and the sisters of Augusta Stuttmeister-Janke. Carl’s sons did not want Minni and Cornillia, to have anything, and one brother (or cousin) took their side, and was cut out. This has to be William, or W. JANKE. “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.” When Victor Presco turned twenty-one, the the Janke spinsters offered him a moving company in San Francesco. Apparently they saw him as the heir to the Stuttmiester legacy, and the Hope of a return to former glory because they had no children. How about their brother, William? Rosemary said this; “Your father was a made man.”
“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.”
Yesterday I talked to Dick Moyer, a curator of the Crockett Museum. I had talked with his late father back in the 70s about my grandfather, Hugo Presco. He said he was a great man, known as a gambler. I asked Dick about the gambling in Crockett, but he knew very little. There were some raids during Prohibition, but Moyer had not read the article that I found in 1994 that said there were about sixty bordello and gambling houses in Crockett. My father had said the same thing. Rosemary said there were about five thousand people at Hugo’s funeral, including the Mayor of San Francisco. Was the funeral held in Crockett? According to my mother, Vic took the money collected for burial, and went and got drunk. Where Hugo is buried, is unknown.
Vic took us to see his father but one time. Hugo was living on a houseboat in Scowtown located in the shadow of the Carquinis Bridge. We had to walk along a maze of floating dock. A malato answered the door, then went and got The Gambler. In reading about gambling in Portland’s Scowtown, Hugo’s houseboat could have been the sight of a infamous poker game that was impossible to raid. You could see, and feel the cops coming as they rocked the dock.
Mr. Moyer told me he had a drawing of Scowtown on the wall in his office done by a Portuguese resident. I asked him if he would get it scanned and put on the museum webpage. I told him I was writing about my famous artistic sister. Dick didn’t get it. Royal Rosamond’s novel ‘Bound In the Clay’ was compared to ‘Tobacco Road’. consider John Steinbeck’s novel ‘Canary Row’.
Victor William Presco wanted to be a bigger man then his father. Above we see the captain with on e of his Chriscraft boats he had docked in Martinez, located about five miles from Crockett. In 1969 I took my father and his best friend and business partner, Ernie quinones, down to the estuary and showed them any empty plot of land. I told Vic he should get together some investors and build a commercial community here. Jack London Village was built several years later, and is now about to be torn down. How time flies. Mr. Moyer is kin to Jim Strehlow who owned Neptune Beach in Alameda. Bobby Jensen, the brother of the Yankee ball player, Jackie Jensen, did watercolors of the boats in Jack London Square, and was my teacher at McCheznie High.
I was living on my sailboat about a mile from the square when I had my brain-storm. In 1962 I did a watercolor of Oakland’s produce market where Vic operated Acer Produce in an old Victorian Warehouse located on 4th. Street and Webster. This painting was chosen to tour the world in a Red Cross show.
My father was born on December 15, 1922 in San Francisco, California. His parents were Wilfred Jensen and Alice I. Jensen. My father had two brothers; Jack E. Jensen and an older brother Wilfred (Bill) Jensen. Jack became a gifted athlete, All American College football and baseball player. Jackie played for the Yankees and Red Sox (MVP 1958). Bill was a business man. The family moved to Oakland when my father was in elementary school.
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This morning I awoke with the realization that Jackie Jensen and Ken Kesey led paralell lives in regards to their Sports history. They were both Golden Boys. Jensen excelled in sports at the University of California, and Kesey at the University of Oregon. Both men met their wives at college. Jackie met Zoe Olson who swam in the Olympics. Ken would have wrestled in the Olympics if not for an injury. These two athletes look alike. We just had Olympic Trials in Eugene. Jackie played for the New York Yankees and Boston Red Sox. Why wasn’t Ken’s sports history promoted? People came from all over the world, many knowing Eugene is the home of the Pranksters, but, did Zane Kesey show up at the stadium in Further? Did visitors stick around to go to the Country Faire?
At the dedication of the Kesey Mural I talked to Chuck Kesey about the trophy sitting atop the bookcase. He ran down some of his brother’s athletic achievements. He had won many trophies. What became of Jackie’s trophies? I captured Springfield Mayor, Christine Lundberg, on video standing under Giant Ken. I told her about the oppression and censorship at the Emerald Art Association that I and other artists experienced. She assured me this had all changed, and Springfield was moving in a more inclusive direction.
What’s going on here? One has to wonder if the Nobody People are jealous of this history, and want to drag it down and pin it to the mat. The Kesey family demonstrated against the UofO abandoning its wrestling program, while Knight promoted Track Town.
Jackie’s brother Bobby, was a well know artist. The EEA was founded by the wives of men who owned logging companies up river, the same men Mim’s refers to who made it a point to not hire blacks. The Mim’s house is located arround the corner from the Cogswell House. Geroge Miller married a Cogswell. His brother, Joaquin Miller, used to accompany my father’s mother on the Frutivale Trolly when she and those famous poet went to San Francisco. This is a literary-newspaper history that needs to be amplified. My grandmother raised the Jensen brothers for a year. I was told their mother had a nervous breakdown, and went into a sanitarium. But, there was the hint she abandoned them.
Normal biographies about creative people include the creative people they came in contact with that had an influence on their creative history. If there are any historic people hovering about, they are included. The Jensen brothers and Zoe Olson did not make it into the two biographies of Christine Rosamond Benton, nor did Joaquin Miller and the artist, Thomas Hart Benton. Jackie and Zoe Jensen are two of the most famous people that came out of Oakland. Both went to Oakland High School where Robert (Bobby) Jensen taught art. Victor was a classmate of the Jensen brothers. They were role models for Mark and I. My brother played on Oakland High School’s only championship team. This fact was missed by the ghost writers, Tom Snyder, and Julie Lynch, who were hired by outsider and self-titled caretaker of my family legacy, Stacey Pierrot.
My friend Bill Arnold was in Jensen’s 9th. grade class, when my father’s mother walked in and began talking about me. Nancy Hamren was in this class, she later becoming well know for her yogurt at the Kesey family creamery. Bill heard my name and moved closer. Melba was telling the artist she raised during hard times, that I was a deeply troubled young man, and, if Bobby should ever have me in his class, could he take me under his wing, guide me in some manner. This famous watercolorist never approached me. He is not a shrink. If he had he would have discovered my watercolor of a sailboat had toured the world in a Red Cross show when I was twelve. I have found artists on the internet who prospered under the tutelage of Jensen who rendered boats in Jack London Square and the Oakland Estuary where I lived on my sailboat, and, on a houseboat like Victor Hugo Presco.
Yesterday I went to the Oregon Country Fair and found peace there, along with some forgiveness for my father due to the two chapters I wrote about him. Vic Presco was mentally ill, psychotic. What he did to his two sons – is against the law! He could have gone to jail. What people have done to me since Christine was killed by a rogue wave, borders on being criminal. Christine, Rena, and myself suffer from mental illness. The people around us tried to prosper from our disability and our creativity by making us out to be insane! My biography is forced to bring their extreme abuse and destructiveness out of the darkness. They will be exposed for the sake of art, and all creative people.
What Melba did was try to embroil Bobby in the never-ending turmoil her son brought into the lives of all around him. Not once did Melba declare her son was mentally ill. I was her son’s Scapegoat. Because I was sensitive, kind, and loving, and because life was very hard for me, my mental illness was employed by people around me as a smokescreen to hide their disturbed minds, and at the same time rip-off my creative genius. Below are articles on creative people and mental illness. Above is a photograph of my watercolor that Rosemary posed her children in front of. Christine was not drawing and painting in the closet. The true drama that whirled around us, was the struggle two very close friends were having with their insane fathers. I have only touched the surface of the creative relationship between Bill Arnold and I.
The Rosamond gallery in Carmel should have been springboard for the surviving family artists, and writers for generations to come. Instead it was sold to a un-gifted outsider who was backed by Vicki and Mark Presco who had no creative gifts. They were cashing in and slandering the creative members of our family. They put obstacles in our path, just like Victor had in his psychotic need to get all the attention.
I just called the Crockett Museum. I am considering donating much of the history I own. Victor Hugo Presco lived in Crockett on a houseboat. He never met the author, Royal Rosamond, who was estranged from his family when he died. Their children married and had four children. I would like to bring these two grandfathers together in this humble little museum – along with Christine – who was born nearby in Vallejo. Vic used to deliver produce here.
‘The Gambler and the Poet’
Mary Ann Tharaldsen and I almost moved to Crockett that I believed would be the next Sausalito. I am glad I was wrong. Perhaps my ex should donate her painting to the Crockett Museum, and, Pynchon could be the curator in disguise? I see him showing of the giant stuffed sturgeon.
Here is a partial biography of Robert Jensen. I will have to pay $15 dollars to read the rest of it. I am looking for Terry to talk to him in person. I suspect the Jensen brother suffered from mental illness due to the hard life they had. Do you think Robert wants to be posthumously associated with these writers and artists? Do you see how this works?
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
Jack Eugene Jensen was born on March 9, 1927, in San Francisco to Wilfred and Alice (Delany) Jensen. Wilfred owned a meat-cutting business and worked briefly as a patrolman, but he and Alice divorced when Jackie was 5 years old. Alice, an Arkansas native, worked at various jobs in San Francisco to support Jackie and his two older brothers. Alice and the boys moved several times during Jackie’s childhood, mainly in Oakland. Wilfred was the second of Alice’s four husbands.
Jack entered Oakland High School in 1941 and became an immediate sensation. Besides starring in baseball and football, he also wrote for the school paper, became class president, and was the idol of all the other kids in the school. In the spring of 1942 guidance counselor Ralph Kerchum, taken by the possibility of greatness in his student, recorded an interview with Jack and made a 78-rpm record for posterity. The questions were not probing (“What’s your favorite sport?” “Baseball.” “What’s your next favorite?” “Football”) but indicate the effect Jensen had on adults as a teenager. Kerchum became something of a surrogate father to Jensen, and remained a close friend for the rest of Jensen’s life.
Jack graduated from high school in January 1945, and enlisted in the Navy, as both his brothers had done. He enrolled in radio school hoping to work on a communications ship, but he was still in school when the war ended in August. He was then stationed at a base in Idaho, mostly playing football and working as a lifeguard. He stayed in the Navy until his discharge in the summer of 1946. That fall he entered the University of California on the GI Bill.
The well-built (5-feet-11, 190 pounds) Jensen’s athletic reputation, built in high school in neighboring Oakland as well as in the service, made his college football debut much anticipated. The first time he touched the ball, a punt return against Wisconsin, he ran 56 yards for a touchdown. By the end of his freshman year he was considered the finest back in the Pacific Coast Conference (today called the Pac-10), and was selected to play in the East-West Shrine game. In his sophomore season, the Golden Bears finished 9-1, with Jensen the fullback and best defensive back. The following season, 1948, Jensen was a consensus All-American, rushing for more than 1,000 yards and leading the team to an undefeated season. Jensen was injured early in the second half of the Rose Bowl game, and his Bears were defeated by Northwestern.
Jensen also starred on the baseball team at Cal. In 1947 he was the team’s ace pitcher, hit .385, and helped his team win the inaugural College World Series. In the regional final he outpitched future football Hall of Famer Bobby Layne of Texas, then helped his team win the final series against a Yale team that included future President George H.W. Bush. Jensen was academically ineligible in his sophomore year, but came back to help the team to a 31-17 record in 1949, earning All-American honors as he had in football.
By this time Jensen was one of the more famous athletes on the West Coast, both for his sporting exploits—he was universally called The Golden Boy—and his relationship with diving champion Zoe Ann Olsen. Jensen and Olsen both attended Oakland High School, though she was three years behind him. When they began dating in 1946, Jensen was a freshman at Cal and Olsen was 15 years old and still in high school. Olsen was a Golden Girl in her own right, and won the silver medal in springboard diving in the 1948 Summer Olympics in London. The two were blond, attractive athletic heroes, and the press could not get enough of their story.
After his junior year at Cal, in the spring of 1949, Jensen disappointed many Cal loyalists by forgoing his senior year, instead signing a contract to play for the Oakland Oaks baseball club of the Pacific Coast League. Jensen had been scouted by several major-league teams, including the New York Yankees, who reportedly offered him a $75,000 bonus. The Oaks matched the bid, and Jack decided that the Oaks offered a higher level of competition than the lower minor-league berth the Yankees had suggested he would get. Jensen hit .261 in his first professional season, after which he was sold (along with Billy Martin and others) to the Yankees.
On October 16, 1949, he and Zoe Ann were married in Oakland in front of 1,500 people and surrounded by dozens of reporters and television cameras. The couple was escorted to the ceremony by motorcycle escort. Jack was 22, and Zoe Ann was 18, an Olympic star and recent high-school graduate. Their marriage would remain the subject of magazine stories even as they privately struggled to live as one famous couple. Jack pursued his career, while Zoe Ann mainly stayed home and raised a family.
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!
The following biography, submitted April 2004, is from Terry Jack Jensen, son of the artist.
My father was born on December 15, 1922 in San Francisco, California. His parents were Wilfred Jensen and Alice I. Jensen. My father had two brothers; Jack E. Jensen and an older brother Wilfred (Bill) Jensen. Jack became a gifted athlete, All American College football and baseball player. Jackie played for the Yankees and Red Sox (MVP 1958). Bill was a business man. The family moved to Oakland when my father was in elementary school.
The Depression came along, and the family business (butcher shop) went out of business. Wilfred senior left the family and did not return until after WWII. Hard times hit the family hunger and malnutriti………………
Jackie Jensen, the blond rugged Californian who attained great heights on both the football gridiron and baseball diamond, also waged a complex struggle with anxiety that he seemed to have conquered only at the very end of his life, a life that ended too early. A member of the College Football Hall of Fame and an American League Most Valuable Player, Jensen is today most famous for his midcareer decision to leave baseball because he could not bear to fly in an airplane.
Jack Eugene Jensen was born on March 9, 1927, in San Francisco to Wilfred and Alice (Delany) Jensen. Wilfred owned a meat-cutting business and worked briefly as a patrolman, but he and Alice divorced when Jackie was 5 years old. Alice, an Arkansas native, worked at various jobs in San Francisco to support Jackie and his two older brothers. Alice and the boys moved several times during Jackie’s childhood, mainly in Oakland. Wilfred was the second of Alice’s four husbands.
Jack entered Oakland High School in 1941 and became an immediate sensation. Besides starring in baseball and football, he also wrote for the school paper, became class president, and was the idol of all the other kids in the school. In the spring of 1942 guidance counselor Ralph Kerchum, taken by the possibility of greatness in his student, recorded an interview with Jack and made a 78-rpm record for posterity. The questions were not probing (“What’s your favorite sport?” “Baseball.” “What’s your next favorite?” “Football”) but indicate the effect Jensen had on adults as a teenager. Kerchum became something of a surrogate father to Jensen, and remained a close friend for the rest of Jensen’s life.
Jack graduated from high school in January 1945, and enlisted in the Navy, as both his brothers had done. He enrolled in radio school hoping to work on a communications ship, but he was still in school when the war ended in August. He was then stationed at a base in Idaho, mostly playing football and working as a lifeguard. He stayed in the Navy until his discharge in the summer of 1946. That fall he entered the University of California on the GI Bill.
The well-built (5-feet-11, 190 pounds) Jensen’s athletic reputation, built in high school in neighboring Oakland as well as in the service, made his college football debut much anticipated. The first time he touched the ball, a punt return against Wisconsin, he ran 56 yards for a touchdown. By the end of his freshman year he was considered the finest back in the Pacific Coast Conference (today called the Pac-10), and was selected to play in the East-West Shrine game. In his sophomore season, the Golden Bears finished 9-1, with Jensen the fullback and best defensive back. The following season, 1948, Jensen was a consensus All-American, rushing for more than 1,000 yards and leading the team to an undefeated season. Jensen was injured early in the second half of the Rose Bowl game, and his Bears were defeated by Northwestern.
Jensen also starred on the baseball team at Cal. In 1947 he was the team’s ace pitcher, hit .385, and helped his team win the inaugural College World Series. In the regional final he outpitched future football Hall of Famer Bobby Layne of Texas, then helped his team win the final series against a Yale team that included future President George H.W. Bush. Jensen was academically ineligible in his sophomore year, but came back to help the team to a 31-17 record in 1949, earning All-American honors as he had in football.
By this time Jensen was one of the more famous athletes on the West Coast, both for his sporting exploits—he was universally called The Golden Boy—and his relationship with diving champion Zoe Ann Olsen. Jensen and Olsen both attended Oakland High School, though she was three years behind him. When they began dating in 1946, Jensen was a freshman at Cal and Olsen was 15 years old and still in high school. Olsen was a Golden Girl in her own right, and won the silver medal in springboard diving in the 1948 Summer Olympics in London. The two were blond, attractive athletic heroes, and the press could not get enough of their story.
After his junior year at Cal, in the spring of 1949, Jensen disappointed many Cal loyalists by forgoing his senior year, instead signing a contract to play for the Oakland Oaks baseball club of the Pacific Coast League. Jensen had been scouted by several major-league teams, including the New York Yankees, who reportedly offered him a $75,000 bonus. The Oaks matched the bid, and Jack decided that the Oaks offered a higher level of competition than the lower minor-league berth the Yankees had suggested he would get. Jensen hit .261 in his first professional season, after which he was sold (along with Billy Martin and others) to the Yankees.
A new football/soccer/baseball field was inaugurated in the spring of 2006. The football field is officially known as Jackie Jensen Field, while the baseball/softball field is dedicated to Mike Marcoulis, Sr., longtime coach and teacher.
Robert Jensen (April 20, 1989) Arts and Crafts 22 Aug 1923 – 20 Apr 1989 66 Years Old
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
by
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.”
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!”
Bravo!
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 californiabarrelcompany.co.
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!
I will be going out to Coburg today to plant another flower at the grave of George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller, a honorary member of the Bohemian Club that was a place for Bay Area Journalists to gather and compare notes. If Miller lived in the Bay Area, then he too would be a honorary member.
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.
A year ago I received in the mail a book I ordered on E-Bay. I quickly scanned it to see if their were any illustrations or photographs. Then, I found it, what amounts to my personal Holy Grail. Joaquin Miller dedicated his book of poems ‘Songs of The Sun-Land’ to the Rossetti family that includes Gabriel, Michael, and, Christine. Gabriel was a artist and poet, Michael, a publisher, and Christine, a poet.
I am now going to put forth a proposal for a film titled
From Fairmont to Belmont
It will be about the history of Bohemianism in Oregon, California, and NewYork. The movie ‘The Barbary Coast’ is from The Bozone. It is the model for my life. It is Victor Hugo Presco marrying Melba Charlotte Broderick the granddaughter of Augustus Janke of Belmont whose father built Belmont, and helped rebuild this famous Bohemian Capitol after the 1906 earthquake. My father’s mother is name after Charlottenburg Palace. The Stuttmeister lived on a street they made, at No.1 Berlin Way. They developed about fifty homes in the town of Fruit Vale, that like Fairmont, was swallowed up. Berlin Way is on my birth certificate. But, what is still blowing my mind, is where Wensel Anton Braskewitz-Prescowitz came from. He was born in Bohemia.
This is why I was anxious to find a backer to buy the old telephone exchange in Crockett. I wanted to live in a gallery-museum. Rosemary told me Victor Hugo gambled in the Barbary Coast of San Francisco. I found an address on Mission Street. Victor Hugo (named after the famous author) worked on Eddy Street. This Raymond Chandler and Norbert Davis. You can’t get any sleazier than this.
There was a sign over a street in San Francisco called ‘The International Settlement’. What went on there far surpasses the Tell-all permission given to Stacey Pierrot and her bevvy of ghost writers (by Robert Buck) one who says Ron Schwary “optioned” the story of our “Rosamond”. Is this true? How do I find out? Maybe Belmont will swing wide their golden gates for Julie Lynch who invented the testimony of Christine’s kindergarten teacher. Does this constitute stalking – and child abuse?
The International Settlement must rise again from the ashes of the plague, or, we are dead! I inherited the Bohemian Blueprint. That no one will fund me – spells DOOM!
Julie is a writer, producer and director, obsessed with movies that matter.
As a screenwriter, Julie has been commissioned and optioned several times.
Her biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winner Ron Schwary (Ordinary People).
Julie’s legal thriller, 27, placed second out of three thousand scripts in the IndieProducer Screenplay Contest. Julie and Vicki Light are producing.
Julie’s romantic thriller, Dark Desire, starring Kelly Lynch (Drugstore Cowboy) and Michael Nouri (Flashdance), was bought by LIFETIME and garnered excellent ratings.
My grandfather worked for Max Silver at 186 Eddy Street. He lived at the infamous Thomas Hotel that caught fire and killed 20 people. At 891 Mission Street, elderly folks were jumping out windows on to piles of mattresses the fireman had made in order to save their lives. How many millions of us had visualized doing this – as kids? To do so as abandoned seniors your brats don’t care about, is the height of existentialism.
“To jump, or, not to jump? Is it better to be consumed in the fires of hell, or, survive to suffer the indignation of your daughter and son-in-law not coming to visit you in the hospital, which tells you they wanted you to perish so they can be free of you – alas!”
Victor Hugo Presco jumped from the Roof of Life, and made sure he landed at the Very Bottom of Life. He quit! He was once a house painter, but, knocked that shit off. If he was an artist or a poet, then he would have owned A Life Excuse.
I have been drawn to this man I met, once. That was enough for him. Hugo was not a family man. Had he found the Buddha? Did he get a secret teaching from the owner of a Chinese Laundry on Mission Street? Was he an opium addict? He was a professional gambler. Did Max run a secret card room? There is a movement afoot to rename Eddy Street, that is farcical. One father sends out a warring to stay away from Eddy Street.
My brother, Mark Presco, described Melba as a ‘Control Freak’. Coming from a master control freak, this is quite an honor. Mark stopped seeing our grandmother, because she put him to work every time he did. That was my experience. Vic was the same way. This is why I almost conclude the Stuttmeisters were Prussian Royalty. Vic and Melba have the look and baring. Hugo could not hang!
Rosemary Rosamond made porno movies for Big Bones Bremmer. Later, she was a high class hooker working out of the Beverly Hills Hotel. Hollywood Stars has seen he infamous movies. Our mother was hardly ever home. I was the family cook. Christine watched me render large canvases in the little studio I built in the back of our home on Glendon.
There are blue-eyed Austrian Jews. I was befriended by one. Hugo had amazing blue eyes. After getting away from the ‘Control Freak’ he moved to the Barbary Coast in San Francisco. When he discovered he was a great poker player, we will never know. He made a living sitting at a table with gamblers. Victor Hugo Presco, was a professional gambler of the Barbary Coast. You can’t get any more Bohemian than this. Did he have a room above the Hippodrome? I would. When evening falls, I would put on my best duds and head for a card room. Who wants to get stuck with a bossy bitch and her spoiled brat – who demand all your attention? Victor Hugo – is my main man! I’m going to hang with his memory – till I die! We would have made great pals. Screw the Hansons!
1849: Badly drawn paintings of nude women adorn the walls of the best cafes in the city. Prostitutes begin to arrive from the east. They are frequently auctioned off from the decks of the arriving ships. Cafe owners often hire them to pose nude in displays in the dining halls. Gambling houses were everywhere. At the El Dorado it was reported that $80,000 once changed hands on the turn of a single card. Liquor and female companionship were often provided free of charge by the house as an incentive to frequent patrons.
This place was the Sin City of the world. It had an international reputation. It made the Capitol of Bohemianism, great. If we were told the truth, then we would know from where the dilemma came that ruined out lives. Melba’s father ran the California Barrel Company and delivered wood barrels to Bootleggers all over America. Rosemary made porno movies for Big Bones Remmer, the only Mafia boss working the West Coast out of Emeryville. Hugo and Rosemary would have gotten along great. Did they ever meet?
Men wanted to get drunk, see naked women, and get laid. There is nothing new under the sun. They also wanted to be bedazzled and entertained. I love the pic of the Bella Union Dance Hall. Looks like an exotic dancer sitting on a crescent moon. Human beings also love to dance. Here is the rebirth of Ancient Rome. Here is the new Hippodrome. Then came Bill Graham and the………..
THE HIPPIEDROME
Then there was the Red Mill, later called ‘The Moulin Rouge’. We Prescos got it covered. The Faux Caretakers have destroyed us. I will sell our True Story to HBO! We will be reborn. We will dance naked again, in the woods with the Woodminster and the Faun. Did Hugo meet any artists?
Photos: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library
1849: Badly drawn paintings of nude women adorn the walls of the best cafes in the city. Prostitutes begin to arrive from the east. They are frequently auctioned off from the decks of the arriving ships. Cafe owners often hire them to pose nude in displays in the dining halls. Gambling houses were everywhere. At the El Dorado it was reported that $80,000 once changed hands on the turn of a single card. Liquor and female companionship were often provided free of charge by the house as an incentive to frequent patrons.
1860-1880: It was in the mid-1860s that the term “Barbary Coast” came into being. It derived its name from its similarity to the notorious Barbary Coast in Africa, and stretched from Montgomery to Stockton along Pacific Street, with branches off into Kearny and Grant Ave. The area had already been cleaned out twice before by the Vigilantes, but once again it began to grow with dives gambling halls, and houses of prostitution. One particularly dangerous block on Pacific between Kearny and Montgomery was known as Terrific Street. A writer in 1876 described the area:
The Barbary Coast is the haunt of the low and the vile of every kind. The petty thief, the house burglar, the tramp, the whore monger, lewd women, cut-throats, murderers, are all found here. Dance halls and concert-saloons, where blear-eyed men and faded women drink vile liquor, smoke offensive tobacco, engage in vulgar conduct, sing obscene songs and say and do everything to heap upon themselves more degradation, are numerous. Low gambling houses, thronged with riot-loving rowdies, in all stages of intoxication, are there. Opium dens, where heathen Chinese and God-forsaken men and women are sprawled in miscellaneous confusion, disgustingly drowsy or completely overcome, are there. Licentiousness, debauchery, pollution, loathsome disease, insanity from dissipation, misery, poverty, wealth, profanity, blasphemy, and death, are there. And Hell, yawning to receive the putrid mass, is there also.
–from Lights and Shades of San Francisco by Benjamin Estelle Lloyd, 1876.
One of the more colorful and memorable characters of the Barbary Coast was a one-time actor whose only name was Oofty Goofty. Oofty Goofty’s great claim to fame was his insensitivity to pain. For many years he made his living along the Barbary Coast by being the willing victim of physical abuse. For ten cents a man might kick Oofty Goofty as hard as he pleased; for a quarter he would let himself be hit with a walking stick; and for fifty cents he would take a blow from a baseball bat.
The Old Hippodrome and Bella Union Dance Halls at 557 Pacific Street between Kearny and Montgomery. Jesse B. Cook on sidewalk, February 1925.
Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library
Those who escaped the clutches of the crimps and runners trying to shanghaithem frequented the dance halls of the Barbary Coast, where “dancing” with a woman could take any form or degree the patron wished. Those who desired serious drinking could choose from a variety of establishments, the most dangerous of which was The Whale–as tough a bar-room as San Francisco ever boasted. The most famous criminals of the time could frequently be found there, as for the most part, even the police were afraid to enter. Another famous drinking establishment was the Cobweb Palace, run by Abe Warner, a lover of spiders, who let them spin their webs without interference. The webs hung were festooned across the ceiling and down the walls. Liquor was especially cheap at Martin and Horton’s, where one of its most infamous patrons was a shy little man who tended to sit unobtrusively at the back of the room. He was in fact, Black Bart, the highway bandit who held up stages with an unloaded gun and always left behind a bit of poetry signed “Black Bart the PO8.”
The primary industry of the Barbary Coast was prostitution. Three particular types of brothels were to be found: the cow-yard, which served as both apartment building and brothel; the crib, the lowest and most disreputable of the houses; and the parlor house, whose employees were considered the “aristocracy” of San Francisco’s red-light district.
The women who worked in the dives, regardless of their age, were called “pretty waiter girls.” They were usually paid $15 to $25 a week to serve as waitresses, entertainers and prostitutes. For a small fee a man could view any pretty waiter girl free of her clothing. During the 1870s one Mexican fandango den dressed its girls in no more than red jackets, black stockings, garters and slippers. This dress code was abandoned in a few weeks due to overwhelming and uncontrollable crowds.
More often than not the owners of these brothels, regardless of what kind of house they operated, came away with great fortunes. The more frequented parlor houses seemed each to have its own speciality. Madame Bertha, who ran a parlor house located in Sacramento Street, in addition to the usual activities of such an establishment, gave organ recitals on Sunday afternoons to specially invited guests. The prostitutes sang popular songs while Madame Bertha accompanied.
Madame Johanna employed three French girls who gave erotic exhibitions and were known as the Three Lively Fleas. She was also the originator of “direct mail advertising” for brothels, sending pictures of the naked girls to specially procured mailing lists.
Little Egypt on the Barbary Coast, 1890
The bagnio owned by Madame Gabrielle at Geary and Stockton featured a weekly show in which the participants were black men and white women. Frequently a parlor house had its own particular motto which could be found framed in every room. The motto of a California street house was What is Home Without Mother?Each of the parlor houses in Commercial Street boasted a chamber called the “Virgin Room,” where a gullible customer could be accommodated at double or triple the usual price. Usually the room was staffed with a girl young enough, and enough of an actress to simulate fright and bewilderment. She was usually paid slightly more than the other prostitutes.
The Hippodrome in 1890;Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library
A frequent patron of these house was San Francisco’s most notorious murderer of the time, Theodore Durrant. When not frequenting prostitutes or murdering them, Durrant spent his time as a medical student and an assistant superintendent of Sunday school, prominent in the work of the Christian Endeavor Society. His modus operandi was to bring a small bird to the parlor house and at some time during the evening slit its throat and let the blood drip over his body.In the cribs and cow-yards, customers were not permitted to remove their shoes, or often any garments at all–except for their hats. Only a specific kind of crib, called a “creep joint” permitted the removal of clothing, and the reason for that was in order that an accomplice could steal all his money and valuables. It was, however, customary to leave a shiny new dime in the customer’s pocket. The origin of the custom is unknown–perhaps it was left as car-fare.
Cribs were located throughout the Barbary Coast, but black and Hispanic establishments were concentrated on Broadway between Grant and Stockton. The French houses could be found primarily in Commercial Street.
1900: Three blocks of dance halls with the loudest possible music blasting forth from orchestras, steam pianos and gramophones in such establishments as The Living Flea, The Sign of the Red Rooster, Ye Olde Whore Shop. Extended from the foot of Telegraph Hill to the shoreline, largely along Pacific Street and Broadway. The Dew Drop Inn, Canterbury Hall and Opera Comique all specialize in erotica of a high order. Dead Man’s Alley, Murder Point and Bull Run form a secret network of tunnels through which people as well as booty were smuggled. The area takes in Chinatown, and Asians are often blamed for this blight on the city.
The San Francisco Examiner, the newspaper owned by William Randolph Hearst, is nicknamed The Whore’s Daily Guide and Handy Compendium due to the thinly disguised ads for prostitutes in the classified section.
Dancers at Spider Kelly’s on the Barbary Coast, 1911.
Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library
The worst of cribs were to be found on Morton Street (now ironically enough called Maiden Lane). The most notorious was the Nymphia on Pacific Street, the Marsicania on Dupont Street (Grant Ave.), and the Municipal Brothel on Jackson Street near Kearny. On a slow night the pimps might sell the privilege of touching a prostitute’s breasts for the fee of ten cents. On a good night a prostitute might service as many as a hundred men.
The Nymphia, a three-story building with about a hundred and fifty cubicles on each floor, was erected in 1899. The intention of the owners was to name the place the Hotel Nymphomania and to stock it with women suffering from that condition. When the police refused to permit that name, the owners compromised, calling it the Nymphia. Each female resident was required to remain naked at all times and was obliged to entertain any man who called. For a dime a customer would view the activities in any room through a narrow slit in the door. The place was first raided by police in 1900 and after several legal battles, finally closed down in 1903.
The San Francisco Call described the Marsicania as “one of the vilest dens ever operated in San Francisco.” Its population was about 100 prostitutes, each of whom paid $5 a night rental cost. It was opened in 1902 and enjoyed a period of prosperity when the police were legally restrained from blockading or entering the premises except under extreme emergencies. This decision was overturned in 1905 and the Marsicania was forced to close.
On Jackson Street the Municipal Brothel or the Municipal Crib was called so due to the fact that most of its profits went into the pockets of city officials and prominent politicians. It was build in 1904 on the site of the underground Chinese tenement known as the Devil’s Kitchen, or (with great sarcasm) the Palace Hotel. The women were graded by floors with the Mexican prostitutes in the basement, and the black women on the fourth floor. In between a variety of nationalities were represented. The Municipal Crib was protected from police raids until the prosecution of formerMayor Eugene Schmitz and Abe Ruef, who had received regular payments from the profits.
When it was at last closed in 1907, the Municipal Crib was the last significant cow-yard to operate in San Francisco. For all intents and purposes the flesh-pits that were the Barbary Coast were wiped off the face of the map by the great earthquake and fire of 1906.
The opium dives, slave-dens, cowyards, parlorhouses, cribs, deadfalls, dance-halls, bar-rooms, melodeons and concert saloons were all turned to ash. The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, it was called by the clergymen. The day following the great fire, men lined up for blocks in order to patronize the brothels of Oakland. The slave-trade of Chinatown came to an end and the opium dens were never rebuilt. But the entrepeneurs of the Barbary Coast were determined to rebuild the quarter upon the ruins of the old. By 1907 it was once again in full operation.
While the city of San Francisco officially disdained the goings-on of the Barbary Coast, it took a secret pride in this area widely proclaimed as the wickedest town in the U.S.A. After the great earthquake and fire, the Barbary Coast became more of a tourist attraction than its predecessor. Such luminaries as Sarah Bernhardt and ballet dancer Anna Pavlova were known to frequent the area. British poet John Masefield is to have said immediately after disembarking, “Take me to see the Barbary Coast.” Dance-floors and variety shows designed to shock the tourists replaced prostitution as the chief business. Indeed, many of the dance crazes that swept America during this period were originated in this section of San Francisco: the turkey trot; the bunny hug; the chicken glide; the Texas Tommy, the pony prance, the grizzly bear, and other varieties of semi-acrobatic dancing. Among the many dance halls on the Barbary Coast, the Thalia, on Pacific between Kearny and Montgomery, remained the most popular. It usually featured a “Salome dancer” or strip-tease artist.
The number of women working on the Barbary Coast during this period ranged from 800 to 3,000. They were paid from $12 to $20 a week to dance and drink with the customers and to appear on stage in ensemble choruses. Many engaged in prostitution but usually in their after hours. Their dress was described as “of the cheapest fabric, many of them torn and stained, none reaching below the knees, and here and there hooks missing and bodices yawning in the back, but always the silk stocking as the inevitable mark of caste.” [San Francisco Call, 1911] Often the girls were barely in their teens, and the dance-halls frequently served as recruiting agents for the brothels.
Barbary Coast after the ’06 quake
The first dive to open after the earthquake, and perhaps the most notorious establishment on the Barbary Coast of the post-earthquake period, was the Seattle Saloon and Dance Hall, in Pacific St. near Kearny. The women employed there were paid from $15 to $20 a week, and following the custom of an earlier deadfall, they were forbidden from wearing underwear. Advertisements of this feature were discretely passed around the saloons of the city. The women were also paid a slight percentage of the drinks they sold and entitled to half of whatever they might pick from the pockets of their dance partners. (The proprietors often complained that the girls were dishonest in reporting the true amounts they had stolen.) But the women of the Seattle soon developed another source of income by supposedly selling their house keys to drunken patrons who would pay from $1 to $5 each for a key. The keys of course were bogus, and the police soon put an end to this practice after receiving numerous complaints from homeowners about drunken men searching hopelessly in the middle of the night for locks their keys might open.
When the Seattle was sold in 1908, its name was changed to the Dash. The waitresses were replaced by male cross-dressers who for $1 would perform whatever sex act was requested. It was soon revealed that the new managers were two officers of the Superior Court under Judge Carroll Cook. The place was closed six months after it had opened.
1910-1920: In 1911 the Board of Health established a Municipal Clinic which compelled every prostitute to submit to examination and necessary treatment for disease. Prostitutes were required to carry a booklet listing her record of medical examinations, and no woman was permitted inside a brothel without a medical certificate. The Clinic existed for only two years, but in that time reduced venereal disease in the red-light district by 66 percent. The Clinic was fought bitterly by nearly every clergyman in the city. Mayor James Rolph, Jr., who had gone on record as supporting the work of the clinic, eventually succumbed to the political pressure brought to bear by the clergymen and ordered police protection withdrawn from the clinic. Soon afterward the Clinic closed its doors and diseases once again raged unhindered throughout the red-light district.
The defeat of the Union Labor Party in 1911 marked the beginning of the end of the Barbary Coast. Gone was the general feeling of Gold Rush days that San Francisco must remain a “wide-open” city. In 1912 the new Police Commissioner Jesse B. Cook launched a direct attack on the Barbary Coast publishing his plans in the newspapers:
1) All dance-halls and resorts patronized by women in Montgomery Avenue (now Columbus) west of Kearny Street and on both sides of Kearny Street to be abolished. 2) Barkers in front of the dance-halls in Pacific Street to be done away with and glaring electric signs forbidden. 3) No new saloon licenses to be issued until the number had been reduced to 1500 which was to be the limit in future. 4) Raids to be made against the blind pigs.
In February of 1913 another resolution was adopted:
Resolved, That no female shall be employed to sell or solicit the sale of liquor in any premises where liquor is sold at retail to which female visitors or patrons are allowed admittance. The enforcement of this resolution proved completely futile, but it did send out the message that the Barbary Coast of old was not to be tolerated.
But it was the San Francisco Examiner under the leadership of William Randolph Hearst which led the crusade that eventually brought down the Coast. Many churches and welfare organizations promptly jumped on the Examiner’s bandwagon, and on September 22, 1913, the Police Commission adopted the following resolution:
Resolved, That after September 30, 1913, no dancing shall be permitted in any cafe, restaurant, or saloon where liquor is sold within the district bounded on the north and east by the Bay, on the south by Clay street, and on the west by Stockton Street. Further Resolved, That no women patrons or women employees shall be permitted in any saloon in the said district. Further Resolved, That no license shall hereafter be renewed upon Pacific Street between Kearny and Sansome Streets, excepting for a straight saloon.
In September of 1913 the Thalia displayed the following sign:
THIS IS A CLEAN PLACE FOR CLEAN PEOPLE — NO MINORS ALLOWED.
This sign perhaps more than any other signalled the end of the Barbary Coast. Even the most notorious of the dance halls now had trouble attracting enough customers to stay in business.
The Thalia Dance Hall at 732 Pacific Street, with Jesse B. Cook on sidewalk, February 1925.
In 1914 the Red-Light Abatement Act gave the city authorities the right to impose civil court actions against any property used for purposes of prostitution. Also during this same time a young Methodist clergyman, Reverend Paul Smith, took it upon himself to launch a tireless campaign against whatever sin and vice yet remained on the Barbary Coast. (It was reported that his sermons were so provocative that prostitutes flocked to the vicinity of his church after the services, where they found eagerly aroused customers). Rev. Smith’s campaign against immorality came to a head on a January morning when more than 300 prostitutes dressed and perfumed in their finest marched to the Central Methodist Church to confront the minister. When admitted to the church they posed the question, “How are we to make a living when all the brothels have closed?” The Rev. is said to have replied that he would work tirelessly to establish a minimum-wage law and would assist the women in finding new employment. He claimed that a virtuous woman with children could live on $10 a week. “That’s why there’s prostitution!” came the reply, at which point the ensemble left the church in disgust.
January 25, 1917, three hundred prostitutes march to Central Methodist Church to protest anti-prostitution campaigning by Rev. Paul Smith.
In 1917 the Supreme Court rendered its final decision on the Red-Light Abatement Act. Dancing was now prohibited in all cafes and restaurants anywhere in the vicinity bordered by Larkin, O’Farrell, Mason and Market; all private booths were removed in establishments where liquor was sold; and unescorted women were to be ejected from such premises. These regulations effectively closed down such notorious Barbary Coast establishments as the Black Cat, the Panama, the Pup, Stack’s, Maxim’s, the Portola, the Louvre, the Odeon and the Bucket of Blood.
1920s: In one final gasp at life, the Barbary Coast recalling its former glory as the most notorious section of San Francisco, once again attempted to resurrect itself in 1921. The Neptune, Palace, Elko and Olympia again opened their doors, selling near beer and featuring a few dancing girls. But the watchful eye of Mrs. W. B. Hamilton, Chairman of the Clubwomen’s Vigilante Committee, soon saw to it these newly opened dens of iniquity were not to be endured. She reported to the newspapers, “I have visited dancing places in Honolulu, Tahiti and various islands of the South Pacific, but I saw nothing in those places more obscene and morally degrading than I saw in the Neptune Palace.” The police took immediate action and the Barbary Coast was at last closed down for all time.
Patrons in the Hippodrome, 1934.
Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library
1940s: U.S. military insists on shutting down brothels and bars around the city as tens of thousands of soldiers pour through San Francisco en route to and from the Pacific Theatre of War.
1950s: Mayor George Christopher appoints a beat cop as police chief and Chief Ahern instigates a crackdown on police corruption and vice tolerance.
Pacific Avenue looking west between Montgomery and Kearny, November, 1953.
Photo: Charles Ruiz collection
The Old “International Settlement” sign at Kearny and Pacific just before its final removal, June 6, 1957.
Photo: Bancroft Library
1960s: Carol Doda takes off her top at the Condor Club at Broadway and Columbus. She becomes a big celebrity and contributes mightily to San Francisco’s now-restored reputation as a town where anything goes.
1970s: Pornography industry gets a big boost by the entry of two Bay Area brothers, the infamous Mitchell Brothers. Their first feature porn film, Behind the Green Door, brings hardcore pornography into wide circulation. Their club on O’Farrellendures hundreds of raids by SFPD Vice officers, but is never shut down. “Lap Dancing” and other forms of nude entertainment are accepted in the City.
At the end of my first session with my woman therapist, I almost asked;
“Have you seen ‘The Sopranos’? They are fictional characters. The Prescos are-were, for real. I’m the last man standing.
Alas with the discovery of ‘The Artist’s Tea Room’ scow, I got my McGuffin. Everything I write, everything I do, is going to come out of there.
When Rosemary stabbed Vic between the eyes, and drove him from our home, he moved into a crash pad on Ashby and Telegraph with his best friend, Pat Burns. Captain Vic took us there. Everyone was hung over. Someone had done a painting on the window shade. There were poker chips on a table. We picked up the deck of cards, and looked at The Nudies. I am sure Vic and his Bohemian Brotherhood, were smoking weed. This is 1959. Instead of our father helping us with our pubescence, our coming of age, we are drafted in the struggle to give Vic a second chance, another childhood. Maybe this time he will get it right. When he did not pay a dime of childhood, our mother cut him off. She forbad him to see his children again. That ban, is legend!
When Pops came to visit me at Peter Shapiro’s house, he spotted a piano and sat down.
“Can you teach me to play the piano? I always want to play?”
There was a set of drums that Big Kid got behind, and he picked up the sticks. Peter and I lived together with The Loading Zone in a large Victorian in downtown Oakland. Vic got himself a crash-pad on Alice Street with Dirty-DeeDee who was the craziest woman I ever met – after Laurie Landis. On Alice, I got a Royal Flush in Spades while playing with bad dudes connected to the Mexican Mafia. Vic loved this place. Everyone got it, what this place was: This was the home of Wolf Larsen. Go down Alice street seven blocks and you are in the heart of Jack London Square. Directly across the bay is Dogpatch, where the California Barrel Company was located. Vic’s grandfather was an executor at this company.
The Moose Club is next door to Captain Larsen’s pad. I lived at the Moose when I had to get away from bad-ass Laurie, who one morning, early, climbed the fir escape six floors…to take me out for a drink. It was 5:00 A.M.
I made a point to keep Vic and Laurie, apart. I wish I had taken Rena to meet my Old Man of the Sea, and then, walked out of his life – forever…..A Man?
Six months ago I talked with an attorney about a guy connected to Meg Whitman using my copyrighted name California Barrell Company that is now associated with Crocket’s floating bordellos. This company is real Bay Area History that needs to be preserved. We got chase out of San Francisco by a famous Earthquake and Fire. We co-founded Fruit Vale, that was consumed by the City of Oakland.
My father, Vic Presco, told me Garth Benton’s father served time in the Fed lock-up for making a False Deed of Trust. Two weeks after Christine drowned, Stacey Pierrot told me on the phone Garth’s father was coming into the Rosamond gallery, and, making her nervous. Before the funeral, Vicki Presco told me Garth was in a lot of trouble. Garth and his buddy, Lawrence Chazen, tried to become the Executor of my sister’s estate. The Benton divorce was just finalized. Chazen got his antique furniture back after he filed a lein. Christine filed Bankruptcy. The Benton’s were on file as the owner of Vic’s house in Lafayette that he claimed he owned. He built a large addition to house his fiancé and her six kids that was going to smuggle across the border in a marijaha shipment.
I told this guy that met Chazen at an foreclosure auction, that my father met him at the Copper Penny bar&grill where all the Realtor’s hangout. If you have a California Real Estate license, you can make Home Loans. How are the recorded? Can you stay under the radar? You could keep track of home owners in trouble, right there in the bar! Chazen and his Team makes high interest loans, then, wait for the new owner to default, and run the scam again, and again. Then, you bundle these loans up and sell them overseas to big European banks. MELTDOWN!
George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’. Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House. John is my kindred via John Preston who is kin to Jessie Benton Fremont who authored her husband’s journal about his expedition into the Oregon Territory.
Joseph wrote a letter to Rose O’Neal, a Confederate spy. It is alleged Joseph helped Joaquin Miller become the editor of the Eugene City Democratic Register, a pro-slavery newspaper. However, there is no proof of this, or, Miller was for the Confederacy. Quite the contrary. Joaquin Miller worshipped the ‘Pathfinder’ who was the first Presidential candidate nominated by the Republican Abolitionist Party. Miller made a folly to Fremont on his property in the Oakland Hills above where my great grandfather, William Stuttmeister, had a farm. William built about forty homes in Fruit Vale, a city that was later incorporated into Oakland. This rock monument supposedly marks the spot where Fremont first got a glimpse of the Golden Gate.
Joaquin wrote a book called ‘City Beautiful’ and appears to be part of that movement. I suspect his brother George was also, because he lay out the plan for two town, Florence, and Fairmount. Fairmount was in the hills above Eugene between 27th. Ave, and the Willamette. The Mathew Knight Arena is built upon land that once belonged to George. Was George inspired by his visits to ‘The Hights’ as Joaquin called his Mecca for California Artists and Poets?
The testimony on George’s nameless tombstone, reads
“Promoter Fairmount & Winnemucca to the sea, by Oregon, Lewis & Clark, D.A.R”
What does this mean “Winnemucca to the sea”? In my novel I write about my 1950 Dodge breaking down in this desert town located on Route 66. When I got home and on my computer, I read about the building of a from the desert to the sea. But, instead of going to Florence as George Miller intended, this road ended up in Crescent City. The Promoter’s dream, had missed the mark. He died not knowing – they almost got it right!
Folks who believed in George’s dream tried to get a marker honoring him on the Siuslaw River Bridge that Miller also promoted – while he was alive! Miller objected, and I assume left instructions to not include his name on his marker – just his two dreams! If you don’t know a man’s dream, then, you don’t know the man! Later, someone placed a marker at George’s feet.
I planted two Petunias by the Miller markers. I had traded some items at Isabella’s Garden in Brownsville for seven plants. I saluted George’s Dream that I compared to Fremont’s. Here lie the unsung ‘Pathfinder’ who likened himself to Lewis and Clark.
I had meant to declare myself a Newspaper Man, but, remembered when I came upon a fire in the town of Coburg. It was deliberately set by the fire department. I was in shock to see this beautiful Victorian going up in smoke. I talked to two fire fighters about why the town did not save it. They told me they tried, but, no one wanted it. I am going to investigate, because, I am a reporter for Royal Rosamond Press, a newspaper registered in Lane County.
I then walked into a antique store and asked the proprietor if she had a spindle for sale. She took me into the back room and showed me three spinning wheels that were once owned by an old woman who recently suffered from three strokes. I tried to get information about this woman, but, was not given her name. After seeing a incredible photo of her ancient mother, spinning, the Legend of Sleeping Beauty overcame me!
Alas, I had found her, she not able to communicate after her strokes! In a comatose state, her dream is taken to an antique store, it all in pieces. I am upset, because her history is about to be lost! Did she live in that house that was being burned down? Did she know the Millers, and the Dreamer of Fairmount, the Lost City that is no more, it swallowed up in that ongoing disaster – Eugene City Planning?
Sleeping Beauty was named, Rosamond, my mother’s maiden name. There is Fair Rosamond, and a Floral City by the sea. There is Belmont, a city cofounded by my great grandfather in California. The Cogswell-Miller home in Eugene is surrounded by Rose Trees, Rhodadendrons!
The next day I went to East face of Skinner Butte and looked at the two homes that are associated with John Cogswell and his family. John is the unsung Founding Father.
For two weeks I have been taking on the housing system and have talked with Eugene City Manager, Jon Reus, about plans for the University of Oregon to tear down houses in a historic neighborhood. I will meet with a agent for a large real estate company about Homeless Vets and a way to get poor folks into homes. This includes Students.
Colleges and Banks work together to Front-run your children’s dreams. They pool young folks together with the promise of a education, a good job, and a nice home. Then the money lender swoop in and put them in debt for life! We have to turn this around. Get our children in their own home – and then they go to college with a reverse loan!
You don’t have to fatten up the bankers to send your kids to college. Just send them to me! I will give them the bottom line on ‘The Dream’ I will lead them like Gandalf against the Orcs. I will be talking with this real estate agent about creating a virtual reality real real estate land, a real Farmville, called ‘Brownsville’ and ‘Fairmount’ founded by George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller who read his poems before royaty and was invited to have dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites. I am not just authoring the next Ring Legend, and I living it!
Radical plans to stop rich overseas residents who live outside the EU buying British houses – as well as tight restrictions on them acquiring “newbuild” properties as investments – will be published in a report by a leading rightwing thinktank on Monday.
After finding the neglected tombstone of George Melvin Miller, a story ran on the news about cottages and possible barracks being torn down on Columbia Terrace in Eugene to make way for a large building that will process food for the University of Oregon. I am certain these residences sit upon land that was once owned by George Miller, and his partner, University of Oregon Professor, John Straub. This might constitute the first partnership between the UofO and residential land development which in itself is historic and should be preserved because this relationship has been controversial and needs to be studied. If this study is conducted after the homes are torn down, then there will forever be a gaping wound for the future to see.
George Miller platted Florence, and was the promoter of this fair city by the sea. George was the promoter of the Winnemucca to the Sea highway which is connected to the famous Route 66. But, more stunning than this, there is much evidence George was inspired by his brother who had a home in the Oakland Hills he called ‘The Hights’. Here was an outdoor salon for poets and artists who came from all over the world. Joaquin Miller planted thousands of three in the bare hills from where you could see the city lights of San Francisco. There were cable cars on rails, like the rails you can still see making their way up the hills of Fairmount to Hendrick’s Park and the Rhododendron gardens.
Miller and Joaquin promoted the Rhododendron Festival in Florence. Joaquin co-founded the Bohemian Club that met in the redwood groves near the Russian River. Here famous authors and artist met once a year. Jack London and George Sterling were promoters of the Bohemian Life. They made Carmel by the Sea what it is today. My famous sister, Christine Rosamond, has a gallery here. My late sister married into the historic Benton family who fought to keep the Oregon Territory out of British hands. My grandfathers founded the city of Belmont south of San Francisco.
The Stuttmeisters had an orchard just below the Hights. Joaquin would carry my father in his lap when he went with my grandmother to SF on the trolley. My kindred built forty new homes on new streets they named after trees. Did George meet these developers we see having a picnic in the redwood groves in the Oakland Hills.
When we were young the Presco children would call Juanita Miller on the phone and pretend we had a broken heart. George’s niece was known as the ‘White Witch’ and gave advice to the sick at heart. I lived at the Stoneridge apartment on 19th. and Harris for twelve years. I would take walks in the nearby hills and feel right at home. I now wonder if George borrowed the architecture of Oakland, and transplanted them to Fairmount. If so, then we are looking at a historic link between the Bay Area and Eugene that needs to broadcast rather than diminished.
This morning I awoke with the realization I am the Caretaker of the Creative Stackpole Family History, because they have passed away, along with a good friend of the family, Michael Harkins. Michael told me stories about Ralph Stackpole. He told me how his grandson, Peter Stackpole died. He was camping on the American River when he spotted an eagle feather floating by. He dove in for it, and never came to surface. Peter’s father is the son of the LIFE photographer who took the photos of Joan and Christina Crawford. Peter took the pic of Joan chatting with the infamous artist, Salvadore Dali.
My group of Bohemians have exchanged precious bodily fluids. I got on the computer and tried to find Brian Purvis, who took Pip’s virginity when she was thirteen. Brian was also Rosemary’s lover. He kidnapped Rena on Pismo Beach. I want his photographs before he kicks the bucket, and these images get tossed in the ash can. Does he have dirty pictures of my mother?
Michael went with me to Christine’s funeral. In the car with my mother and family friends, he addressed my mother as “Mother” because he heard this from others in the car. Pip took offence – because she always wanted my child – and asked my best friend she never met;
“Who the hell are you!?”
I gave Vicki’s childhood friend Michael’s – Friends of Family Tree Chart – wherein were many of Pips lovers, that she had to have, because she was the Family Groupie. Now, she had to have Wanda’s second born. Wanda was my second mother. You could see her plotting all the way the church. People get seriously laid at funerals. Pip was lining Cindy up for me, she staying the night at the Benton home of Pacific Grove. Cindy’s husband did not attend. If I had a way to invite Rena, she and her husband, the Admiral, might have made a grand entrance. Here comes her muse!
Here is Christine looking at the photos I took of the painting I did of Rena I did in 1971 – who sent me pics of her profile I asked for, they taken in a pay-booth. She had sunglasses sitting on her head. This is when Rosamond decided to take up art.
In recounting the day Rena put on make-up for us, and in making a plea to her to let me work with the photos of her, I got angry. If I had contacted her as co-owner of the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel, then I would own credentials and credibility. Any innate fears Rena may have entertained ( because she is mentally ill) would be assuaged by my stature in the Art community of Carmel.
As a rule, serial killers and stalkers to not give a creep-by-creep account of their dark agendas on their blog, because they don’t want the cops to discover their Den of Evil, and take their captured sex-objects away. However, my Victim-Muse may have read Stacey Pierrots ‘Rosamond’ webpage where she advertises the lies of her second ghost writer that employs the brochure Christine allowed to be printed and displayed in her gallery, where I found it. I was flabberglasted! I knew right away the Insane Rosamond’s Caretakers had ripped off ‘Mommie Dearest’ that had come out months earlier. Rosemary was now Bad Mommie ‘The Torturer’ who is being ruthlessly exploited to bolster waning sales.
When I got home I called Christine and complained.
“Oh, that! You should not take is so seriously. It was written to sell my art. Besides, I was not aiming at you. It was aimed at our mother.”
“Oh! So you shoot a hole thru me to get at Rosemary!”
What Julie Lynch claims is she owns testimony from Christine’s kindergarten teacher about how skilled of an artist this five-year old artist, was. What is this teacher’s name? Where did she teach? How old was she when she testified? If she was thirty when Christine was five, and Julie talked to her in 2012, she would have been ninety-two years old. The brochure said Christine was four when I caught her drawing in the closet with a flashlight, and went and got my Mommie who whipped Rosamond with a wire hanger – but good. Did Rena read this and believe I was coming to Montana to give her a good whipping – after chaining her in a dark closet? Rosemary owned a great fear my sister would steal my spotlight that I owned at five years of age. Why this fear? What would happen – if Rosamond succeeded – which she did? The Association of Truth in Art had two attorneys amongst its founders.
“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.”
This morning I discovered that Ralph Stackpole was a good friend the artist, Maynard Dixon who was married to Dorothea Lange, the famous photographer, who the Weston family knew about. Ralph hung with Maynard and other artist, writers, and photographer at the Montgomery Block in San Francisco that was torn down to build the TransAmerica Title Pyramid, where sat my father’s Oakland High School chums wh invited him aboard. Vic turned them down because he had other lenders, one being Larry Chazen, a Gordon Getty man.
Here is a court document that Sydney Morris filed telling the Art World why he sold our creative family legacy to the outsider, Stacey Pierrot, in order to pay off the No.1 Creditor – Chazen! As an exra added bonus we hear from Shannon Rosamond’s attorney who tried to meet with Garth Benton’s attorney, Robin Beare, but – SHE FEARED FOR HER LIFE! Perhaps Rena would like to consult her.
Stacey Pierrot was the manager of the gallery – before Christine died. Her best friend and Christine’s, was the Vice President, Jacci Belford – who tried to buy everything after Rosamond was dead. I wrote Morris a letter asking him why he was blessing the Bad Business People, giving them a second chance to Bankrupt the Rosamond legacy!
“They are doing this upon the assumption that waning sales will soar, because Rosamond is now a famous – DEAD ARTIST! This will not be the case! I want to see a market research!”
Dixon was a famous Western Artist who painted the murals of Queen Califa, the Black Amazon Queen who California is named after. Califa come from Caliph. Consider my ancestors battle with the Caliph of the Barbary Coast. Consider that I recently crowned Rena – Queen of the Amazons! I am going to have to find a younger Rena to star in my movie.
“Julie is a writer, producer and director, obsessed with movies that matter. As a screenwriter, Julie has been commissioned and optioned several times. Her biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winner Ron Schwary (Ordinary People).”
Joaquin Miller used to hang out at the Monkey Block, and in my old blog I posted a story where Miller and Bret Harte swap tales at the bar. Miller went with my grandmother on the trolley to San Francisco where she visited her husband, a well-known gambler in the Barbary Coast. Garth Benton was a well-know muralist and was the cousin of the famous artist and muralist, Thomas Hart Benton – who did many Western scenes.
Ralph is connected with the California College of Arts and Crafts, where Michael went, and where he met the famous Beat Poet Michael McClure. they became good friends, and I was introduced to McClure after seeing his play ‘Beard’.
This morning I called the Oakland Museum to find out the fate of the Western murals on the walls of the Golden West Saloon, where I drank, and where the beginning of my novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ takes place. The watercolor I did of Rena’s photograph, hung over the bar that was condemned after the big earthquake of 1989. I found these murals in an auction held in 1990.The sign for this bar may be on the outside of the Last Chance Saloon that I called an hour ago, but, they were not open.
Ralph did a giant stature of Pacifica, a goddess of the Pacific Coast where the Lone Cyprus has been take hostage. I told you I put the Shekinah on Santa Rosa Island for safe keeping. Today, her glory walks across the water. .
“Shekinah” in Hebrew is a a feminine noun, It is interesting that Isaiah refers to the Shekinah using feminine pronouns.”
Solomon is connected with the Shekinah that was introduced when his temple was built. This kin of David and Jesus married the Daughter of a Pharoah. She was a Princess – with no name. On this day, I give her the name – Calafia!
Last night I was watching the movie Flash Dance, and beheld the art director posing Jennifer Beals. OMG! She’s doing Christine’s ‘Summer Mood’ that was rendered in 1974. She is in a factory. Rena is a great dancer. I want to see proof of this. I want your photographs Rena.
“Sculptor Ruth Cravath described the scene as she found it in the 1930s, “the Montgomery Block had four floors. The first floor was offices. Artists had nothing to do with that… The Montgomery Block was a beautiful building. It had these sculptured heads around the outside… There was a big, open court… It was very good light for working… Every studio had two windows and some of [the studios] had running water and some didn’t… We had a luxurious one. We had running water and…a little two-burner gas plate that we cooked on…”
Maynard and Dorothea got looks when they walked the streets of San Francisco, they both wearing capes, he a Flamingo hat, and she, an artist’s Barret. Here are the parents of the Hippies. Consider the factory I lived in Boston. I became the Bohemian Historian my friend Nancy suggested I become. I once owned the cane-sword Victor Hugo Presco owned, and two boat lanterns that were on the sailboat Royal Rosamond owned when he sailed to the Anacapa Islands with his friend, Dashell Hammett.
Dorothea is seen sitting atop her very cool Woodie. Here is here famous photo of the Good Mommie.
I stayed a couple of weeks at the Will Rogers Hotel in downtown Oakland where the indigent hero of the Gideon Computer gets arrested after typing out a confession into the computer by his bed that beckoned to him “Talk to us, Pilgrim. Tell us your story!”
I foresaw the coming of Facebook. Here is a story written by a tenant of fourteen years who is now a historian. Morris shamed my family for being poor and broke. We were rendered powerless.
When Christine and I were fifteen and fourteen Rosemary gathered her three eldest children, and crying, told us she was making porno movies for the Mob in order to support us. Big Bones Bremmer had her hooking influential folks who saw her movie, and had to have her. When the movie ‘East of Eden’ was on T.V. we gathered in reverence. Rosemary was the real Queen of the Amazons. She rescued us from our brutal father who raped my niece Shannon Rosamond in 1990. I do get so tired of the bullshit
Julie Lynch produced sexploitation movies. Getting Off is about a artist, Josie Ray, who becomes a sex fiend. Here is that woman artist theme again. “Ay! Rosie!” After getting arrested in Oakland, the Mob moved Rosemary into the Beverley Hills Hotel. For six months we had no mother. That sexy Julie ends up insulting ‘The Momster’, is amusing. If John Steinbeck was around, he would have written our Family Story.
At 2:01 P.M. I discovered Lord Hesketh named his yacht after the Lancanshire Witches who were put on trial around the time my ancestor, Reverend John Wilson, and fellow Puritans were conducting Witch Trials. Lord Hesketh sailed his yatcht into the Golden Gate in order to marry Florence Emily Sharon, the daughter of William Sharon, who became the President of Bank of America, after William Ralston ‘The Man Who Built San Francisco’ died. I believe Ralston Hall is one of the six portable houses brought from the East Coast by my great grandfather, Carl Janke the co-founder of Belmont.
Today I discovered that I am kin to Albert Sydney Johnston who married Henriette Preston. Albert was the commander of Fort Point. He is kin to the Benton family, and John Fremont. The Prestons are kin to the Stewarts. I am poised to author a Harry Potter series – in the West!
For many years I have considered a large statue that Rena Easton is the model for. I have been authoring a proposal to Meg Whitman that will include her funding this large statue that I want erected on Treasure Island that I see as World Literary Center, more so than for the Arts. Fort Mason is dedicated to the Arts. My claim on the property the Fremont family once owned, is solid. I am the caretaker of so my Creative History.
CNN is doing a series on the Windsors. I have rescued our connection to British gentry. Sophie Hesketh was considered a suitable mate for Harry Windsor. Rena has to be contacted to see if there exist nude photos of her. If she is dead, her skeleton must be exhumed and measured. She has perfect proportions. How can she complain, or, accuse me of stalking, when her form and image will welcome millions into the Golden Gate. She will be the Western Colossus. Consider Pacifica and Britania!
It’s time modern man be exposed to full frontal nudity, and all aspects of Womankind, who has been stalked and tried as a Witch for a thousand years! Here is a chance for Humanity to turn those dark images around, and honor all women, There exist a proposal to rebuild Pacifica, but, she is rendered all things to men – and women! In this form, she is harmless. Rena was threatening and scary in ways that have been lost. Powerful Women are scary to both sexes. Christian women wanted this kind of woman – burned! This sick movement to make all women – not culpable – is destroying civilization. What are women guilty of?
Today, millions of Christian women prepare to vote for Trump, again, even though they know he is a egregious lair guilty of abusing women. He slanders a woman every week. He is a Great Sinner who is not held culpable for his sins. I suspect the Christians oppose Goddess Worship and perceive Trump is destroying the recent resurrection of this worship that Hillary Clinton would have promoted – if she got elected the First Woman President!
I would like to see a replica of the Lancashire Witch made and docked at Treasure Island. It is my desire to marry Rena Easton some day and spend our honeymoon onboard. Rena is my inspiration for Victoria Bond.
EXTRA! At 3:45 I quit posting for the day and turned on T.V. to hear Harry and Meghan Windsor are stepping out of their paid rolls. This is huge! I said I wanted them to head the New Puritan Church! Johnston quit his post to join the Confederacy that was very serious about not allowing Black Slaves to be free to earn a living. Many White women oppressed Black Women. This couple is in a position to lead a progressive movement not seen since Lincoln free the slaves and Radical Republican went into the South and put Black Men in office. Southern women oppose the taking down statue of Confederate soldiers. I am kin to Robert E. Lee!
I just saw Senator Merkley on T.V. He and others out outraged with the interview with brass for why they killed the Iranian General. They are suspecting the Trumpire did this to distract from the Impeachment. But, it really inflames the idea Trump and Putin are on the same team, and so is Iran. There could be FAKERY here that is targeting the Democrats!
I am going to ask that the British Defence Staff protect Harry and Meghan whose son has Romanov blood that Putin is after! Why not the Templars? Why not build a home for the Duke and Duchess of Sussex on Treasure Island, or the property owned by the Fremonts. This Windsor couple could carry on the Salon that was held at Black Point.
“After many months of reflection and internal discussions, we have chosen to make a transition this year” they wrote on Instagram, explaining that they hope to “carve out a progressive new role within this institution.”
“We intend to step back as ‘senior’ members of the Royal Family and work to become financially independent, while continuing to fully support Her Majesty The Queen,” they said.
Harry and Meghan did not consult any other members of the royal family about their decision, CNN has learned.
There is said to be a mood of deep disappointment in the palace following the announcement; senior members of the family are hurt as a result of the news
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