This morning I googled Belmont Fourth of July in order to compare the image of Belmont’s Founding Father, the enraged Carl Janke rolling in his grave Redwood City, his name not to be found on any stone or wall in Twin Pine’s Park. There are three monument stones for Mayors and Councilmen. Who dug up Carl Janke & Family in 1972? I saw pics of happy children romping in TT Park like they did when Carl and his sons ran their German theme park. I heard an excuse for what they did to my ancestors, and why they deserved to be immortalized – in their place!
“We dug up those Krauts for the future of our children. The children count – and not arrogant Germans!”
My father would have become Donald Trump’s good buddy – if they ever met! Trump lauds his German roots, and had a fake cote of arms made. I heard on the news his donations reached $25 million due to he being indicted, and seen as a Christian Martyr. I left the Catholic church in Oakland after the priest who heard my first confession, said this to a eleven year old boy;
“You’re lying. You better come up with more sins!”
How many Trump donors – know Trump is a egregious liar – and not a Chritian, yet Christians give him noney, because they can not be wrong. They believe God chose Trump to lead them.
God has chosen Belmont to be the place where the Faux President and Faux Jesus go to die. I will bury DeSantis here in proxy – and his evil Anti-woke agenda. As promised, I have taken Jesus away from the followers of Satan Trump, the Emperor of Liars. In doing so, I have taken Jesus way – from everyone! What, or who, is left? How about…..God! Remember – God?
Above is a pic of my grandson, Tyler Hunt. Carl Janke is his fifth grandfather. The top pic is Rosemary and her three eldest children sitting on hill in Vallejo. Is that a cow? There were not many houses. Could you see Belmont on a clear day.
Rosemary named me after John the Baptist because I was born three days after Yom Kippur during an amazing star shower. I have titled myself….The embodiment of John the Baptist who prepared the way for the Lost Sheep to return to God – and not the fake Son of God. John may have baptized Nathaniel.
They hold weddings in Twin Pine Park in th Senior Center that was built atop the place my ancestor were buried. Consider Lazarus. I had a plan to sell this blog and move to Belmont – where I could have conducted weddings for a living. But it is becoming clear I have spiritual work to do with Notre Dame de Namur. My first biography ‘Bond With Angels’ was began 9n 1992. It begins with the blue angel my sisters saw at the foot of their bed in 1957. In 1987 three seers said I died – and they saw heaven. The question is, did I see God? The next question, is, what need of Democracy if God is your Lord?
Repent?
John ‘The Nazarite’
EXTRA! Look what I found! The ex-Mayor of Belmont is immortalized with a marker for helping get a memorial bench for Veterans in a grove in Twin Pines Park. Is Reed a veteran? Looks like he rode the backs of Vets to glory – and he gets a poem from the Belmont Poet Laureate Jacki Rigoni, Did Reed vote for treacherous Donald Trump who millions of Christians consider their Messiah? How many Dead Vets would concur? Are they with – The Real God?
I ran for Governor of Oregon las year – as a Republican. I am running for President next year. Today I declare Trump a traitor to his country. I have heard enough!
Here is Robert Miles with my nephew Cian who is the subject of Chritine Rosamonds painting ‘Garden Child’. Cin Presco is the 4th. grandson of of Carl Janke. Christine drowned on her first sober birthday when she was forty-six.. She is the 3rd. granddaughter of Augusta Stuttmeister who was dug out of her grave at the Oddfellows cemetery. Did the Mayor of San Francisco instigate a Adopt a Grave Program to keep the deceased out of mass graves?I adopted my homeless Veteran friend when we could find not relatives. Hollis Williams is the Honorary Great Grandson of Carl Janke. When I come to Belmont I will place a Memorial Plaque for Hollis atop the Veteran bench – with super glue! I will not stoop slow as to ask the Belmont city Government for permission.
When I become President, I will pass a Bill bidding young people to grow flowers for Vets, and True Psariots to adopt a Living Vet, as well as one who has passed away.
Former Mayor and Councilman Eric Reed may have passed away in 2017, but his memory appears indelible.
A grove adjacent to the Veterans’ Memorial in Twin Pines Park in Belmont was dedicated Sunday afternoon to the memory of Reed, who died last December after a three-year battle with cancer.
Reed, inspired by the sacrifices made by Belmont residents over the years in service of their country, proposed the Veterans’ Memorial in 2016 and saw it to completion a year later with the aid of a committee of Belmont residents. Now, approximately two years after Reed proposed the project, just under one year after his death, and on what would have been his 51st birthday, the area around the memorial has been named in recognition of his efforts to champion the Veterans’ Memorial and in celebration of his service to the City of Belmont.
“A year ago today, Eric was with us to commemorate the Veterans’ Memorial, which was his way of showing respect for our veterans,” said Belmont Mayor Douglas Kim. “A year later, we’re here to show our respect for Eric, commemorate his accomplishments, and say thank you for his service to the City of Belmont.”
Vice Mayor Davina Hurt and Councilmen Charles Stone and Warren Lieberman also delivered remarks at the dedication, as did Reed’s mother, Loverine Taylor. All spoke in mutual admiration of Reed’s longstanding and far-reaching commitment to Belmont, borne out by his tenures on the Planning Commission and the City Council as well as his term as Mayor in 2016.
“Eric had a need and a desire to give back. And you, the people of Belmont, made that possible,” Taylor said. “This place is so beautiful. I’ll think of him anytime I come here.”
Several community leaders were in attendance at the dedication, including four members of the City Council, City Clerk Terri Cook, City Treasurer John Violet, City Manager Greg Scoles, Reverend Michael Arase-Barham of Good Shepherd Episcopal Church, and Poet Laureate Jacki Rigoni, who read a poem written in Reed’s honor. Also attending the Sunday event were several other members of city staff and the leaders of various civic organizations — likely a testament to the high level of respect Reed’s service earned from his community.
“[Reed] has done so much for this community, and we owe him a lot of gratitude for all the work he did until the very end,” Hurt said.
Following Taylor’s remarks, members of the City Council unveiled a plaque recognizing his service on the Planning Commission, the City Council, and as Mayor. Also etched on the plaque is a quote and a note of gratitude for his “life and service to the City of Belmont.” The plaque sits to the right of the path to the Veterans’ Memorial and at the foot of the Eric Reed Grove.
“I feel incredibly blessed that this community has embraced us,” said Eric’s wife, Laura Tower Reed. “It was a labor of love that built [the Veterans’ Memorial]. The fact that the grove has been named in his memory is everything.”
Commemorating Reed’s legacy is a plaque bearing the inscription of his extensive civic involvement.
According to Belmont Parks and Recreation Director Brigitte Shearer, who was in attendance at the dedication, the parks department added new mulch to the grove and planted new vegetation, including five trees and several orange flowers — Eric’s favorite color. Parks staff also chose the stone for the memorial plaque and upgraded the grove’s irrigation system.
“As the guys were working on this over the last couple of days, they really noticed that, now that the older trees have fallen, the light just comes through here in a really beautiful way throughout the day,” Shearer said.
All spoke in tones of shared admiration of Reed’s dedication to the city and his extensive record of successful community engagement. During his time on the council, Reed was a major force behind the adoption of the Belmont Village Specific Plan, an enormous commercial zoning overhaul which may one day pave the way for a substantive Downtown Belmont. He also played a major role in the completion of Davey Glen Park.
“If there’s one thing we can all remember and reflect on, it’s that Eric, as much as anyone and more than most of us, was really a unifier and someone who wanted to bring the community together,” said Lieberman. “And I know of no higher virtue than doing something like that.”
I just got a phone call from Shamus Dundon at 4:20 P.M. on September 3, 2019. My nephew told me his mother, my sister, is dead. Last night I posted this memroy, on Memorial Day. I sensed she was gone and I did not get to say goodbye. Vicki Presco died Saturday, August 24, 2019 at 7:30 P.M. I was not invited to my sister’s funeral. Here is what I blogged yesterday;
“I woke from my nap with a start. I was communicating with my surviving sister, Vicki Presco, in a way only sibling can. We own psychic-souls that are forever trying to send the very best messages, because, we share the same fate, the same birthing channel that brings us here, and, takes us away. I love my sister, my daughter, my grandson, and my nieces. Why not my nephews. This is so very hard because Vicki is trapped in her condition. She can not just pick up the phone to say hello. She is saying hello – as I type!
Vicki can not call her friends. So I pass on her Hello. She is in a healing place. She wants us all to get along and love one another. This is what she is telling me to say to you all.
I forgive Vicki and all members of my family. The spiritual and religious work I do is extremely difficult. It takes all my concentration. I am in another realm and time most of the time. This is Memorial Day. Vicki does not remember much. I am remembering for her.”
BIRTH Sep 1866 California, USA DEATH25 Dec 1938 (aged 72) San Francisco, San Francisco County, California, USA BURIALCypress Lawn Memorial Park Colma, San Mateo County, California, USA PLOTWS-Unit 3 Tomb Rooms Lot/Section/Panel: U2
You don’t need to keep taking FROM ME in order to take from Gabriel who fell in love with Rena – big time! Christensen has the memory of an angel. If Gabriel wrote Genesis, then she owned a great memory. Starfish is a manifestation of Gabriel and is Victoria’s bodyguard. I created Victoria as – THE WRITER. Gabriel inserted Starfish, and thus took over my book that was being co-authored. I caught her last night. I slept with one eye open. I got wise to her. She was pretending to be a drunk, the person I was. Calisa is Mother Dominica.
It is 8:33 A.M. May 27, 2023 – and I am still in shock having discovered my grandparents are buried in the same grave! I saw TWO flags put on one gravestone. That was a half hour ago. THEN – I see another flag! There are three of my ancestors buried in the same grave! WHY? Did the caretakers conclude this was a very poor family? William Stuttmeister knew they were Belmont before he died. At great expense to himself, he moved the Jankes to Colma after they were evicted from the Odd Fellow cemetery – at great expense! This was a wealthy pioneer family whose graves keep being defiled! They were moved to the Union cemetery i 1972?
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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 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.
Last night as I was admiring my post of the history of Crockett, I went to Belmont California to see if they had any interesting homes for sale. Eureka! Is this the future home of Royal Rosamond Press? What was here before? I moved in the daughters of Christine Rosamond Benton. Why not Tyler, too? Our children can experience the miracle the Presco Children created growing up on San Sebastian Avenue in Oakland. Belmont – needs our history – in their Downtown! There is nothing there – there! The same goes for Crockett. If they only knew where the remains of William Janke ended up, after being dug up and evicted from his grave. Did William interact with the children gathered in the giant oak tree? I am going to do a painting of these little people dressed as Bohemians, posing before the Time Machine.
“What does the future have in store for us? Can we all get along?”
“You can’t put your family in one place – there will be trouble!”
“There will always be trouble!” says Victoria Rosamond Bond as she takes her contraption out of the closet, she determined to play it at the Orange Parade!
I just learned the Fenian Brotherhood had gathered in large numbers at the Janke German Theme Park, perhaps the first theme park in California. They did what the Irish are famous for, they drank some beers and got in some fights. This writer-historian calls our past “shady”. How perfect for kin of Ian Fleming, Jaspar John, and all the Gettys. Let’s not leave out Liz and Richard Burton. There will be talk as the citizens pass our home.
“They say Rosamond’s Daughter are mad. One is for the Orange Lodge, and the other is for the Finians Brotherhood. Then there is Heather. She and her mother follow the Tree Goddess. There’s some witchery going on here!”
“I always cross the street when I go by that house!”
“Hurry! We’re going to miss the start of the Irish Unity Parade!”
May I suggest Belmont reach out to the United Ireland folks and begin a cultural exchange. I am going to do some large paintings of these images, and may have Shannon and Drew help. They both heled Garth Benton with the Getty Villa murals.
I see us working on our family history in the sunroom where the conference table is. The Public will be encouraged to come by and watch us – from the outside. I will be working on our newspaper in the other half of the fishbowl we have been living in since Christine became famous.
They say the best way to describe a dysfunctional family, is to describe a functional one. There are several books and movies scripts about my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, but, they are dwelling in the problem – to say the least.
Yesterday I saw the solution on Zillow. I wanted to be an architect when I was twelve, and am one as a hobby. I search for homes that appeal to me, and get to tour the inside. After Mary Ann Tharaldsen and I got married, we looked at the old bakery in Crockett that was up for sale. We were thinking of remodeling it and founding a art association with gallery and living places for artists. This structure is perfect for a gallery, and the home of Royal Rosamond Press. Since I was a young child I was told my father’s father lived in a tarpaper shack under the Carquiniz bridge. Does this dead end road lead to the encampment where hobos, gamblers, and Bohemians dwelt, for free!
In the last two days I bought $300 dollars worth of art supplies – that were half off. I have been working on my proposals for several grants. I have some great ideas that I will be sending out.
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.”
Two days ago, in an e-mail, my cousin Daryl Bulkley confirmed my suspicions that ‘Stuttmeister’ was not the original name of the folks from Berlin. I suspect they were a branch of the Glucksburg family who became Calvinist Evangelicals, and perhaps Rosicrucians. In the top photo we see Minni and Corniallia Janke in the family vault that William Stuttmeister purchased for $10,000 dollars to put the reains of the Jankes and Stuttmeisters in after they were evicted from the Oddfellow cemetery. That William Ralston was a Oddfellow that put up a large sum of money to establish the Oddfellows in Germany – and perhaps elsewhere – makes me wonder about his alleged suicide by plunging into the bay. I am reading articles on the internet about the Oddfellows being the founders of the Welfare State in America, where being charitable to the poor, the infirmed, and the widows, was paramount. They also paid much attention to burying their dead, which suggests they believed in a different hereafter. As a theologian I have pointed out the strange raising of the dead in Matthew 27:53 at the very moment of Jesus’ alleged death.
Above is a photograph of Bennett Rosamond the Grand Master of the Orange Order in Canada. Bennett is with members of Lodge 389 in Lanark, or, Almonte. The image on the banner is that of William of Orange who is carried in Orange Parades. That is Bennett on the far right, looking like Gandalf, or, a Levite Prophet.
According to the History of the Rosemond Family by Leland Rosemond, the Rosamond family were members of the Orange Order in Leitrim Ireland, and fled to Canada after a Rosamond son killed a Catholic lad who was invading the Rosamond home with a gang bent on doing my kindred harm.
Bennett may have been a Freemason as well – and an Oddfellow. There is a long history of the Rosamonds belonging to Guilds. They were members of the Swan Brethren.
My grandparents, Royal and Mary Magdalene Rosamond, begat my mother, Rosemary Rosamond, and her sisters, Lilian, Bonnie, and June Rice.
James Bond Fans have gone over every Bong Thing with a fine-tooth comb, and, can not answer the riddle of the Red Hand of Ulster being in the Bond cote of arms.
The Red Hand of Ulster, right and left hand versions
The Red Hand of Ulster (Irish: Lámh Dhearg Uladh) is an Irish symbol used in heraldry[1] to denote the Irish province of Ulster. It is an open hand coloured red, with the fingers pointing upwards, the thumb held parallel to the fingers, and the palm facing forward. It is usually shown as a right hand, but is sometimes a left hand, such as in the coats of arms of baronets.
From the Daily Journal archives
Twin Pines Park’s shady past
By Jim Clifford
Twin Pines Park in Belmont is a respite of nature, but its past wasn’t always that way.Dan Wadleigh
The Belmont City Council recently approved funding for a master plan to upgrade Twin Pines Park, a bucolic oasis where people can escape the push and pull of modern life by simply listening to the sound of a creek as it flows in the shade of towering trees. It is hard to believe this pastoral setting has a violent history that includes murder, rape and kidnapping.
The unsavory history took place a long time ago when the park was known as the Belmont Picnic Grounds as well as Belmont Park. The present park is a remnant of the original 12-acre, wildly popular venue that opened shortly after the train came to the Peninsula in the 1860s.
Belmont Park was the work of Carl Janke, who wanted to replicate a beer garden from his native Germany. The trains brought party goers from throughout the Bay Area to Belmont where they spent the day meandering through the woods or attending the many picnics hosted by immigrant groups and fraternal organizations, events that drew people by the thousands. Ships also brought park-bound passengers to the Belmont pier.
Today’s 10-acre Twin Pines Park is located on Ralston Avenue a few blocks west of El Camino Real in the same spot once occupied by the Belmont Picnic Grounds, according to the Belmont Historical Society. The society maintains a museum in Twin Pines, which is also home to popular summer concerts as well as picnickers.
Janke’s park featured a dance pavilion large enough to hold 300 dancers, a bandstand and, of course, a beer garden. Eventually, a jail cell was built under the bandstand to hold rowdy patrons, of which there were plenty.
Special trains carried passengers to the park for huge events, such as an 1868 picnic held by the Fenian Brotherhood, a group of Irish nationalists who wanted to free their native land from the English. The picnic drew 10,000 people, but such sizeable gatherings were not unusual for the times. Two years earlier, 15,000 turned out for a Fenian picnic in San Mateo. In 1870, 12,000 Fenians and their supporters converged on Redwood City, overwhelming a city of less than 2,000. The Irish group was not the only organization to hold massive picnics. In 1876, 8,000 people showed up at Belmont for an Odd Fellows picnic.
Being part Dutch, and able to trace her lineage to William The Silent, got Victoria Bond an invite to march in the Orange Parade. But, when she insisted she play her ‘Contraption’, some of the most diplomatic folks of the Isles slithered up to her, and, as calm as can be, tried to talk her out of it.
“There will be trouble!”
“What kind of trouble? There’s always trouble. I’m not giving up my pipes – mon! That would be like me, asking you, to give up your nuts. Coo’mon! Drop em!”
I have taken steps to be awarded several grants. A year from now, I hope to have my own room at the Getty Villa where I am allowed to roam freely admiring the art of my ex-brother-in-law, Garth Benton, and working on my paper and historic masterpiece………..
‘The Doomsday Prophecies of Wealthy Men’
I will be wearing the best headset money can buy with a endless soundtrack from the DaVinci Code, the Phantom of the Opera, and the best of Leonard Cohen. Young scholars will turn their heads as I pass them in halls.
“May the force be with you Professor Obi-Wan Kenobi!”
“Have you saved our planet yet, Obi-Wan?”
“He can’t hear you. He lives in his own world.”
I have also taken steps to receive a grant from the Paul Mellon foundation. Paul is in my rosy family tree via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and Warner. I introduced the Pre-Raphaelites to Christine Rosamond Benton. We are ‘The Last Pre-Raphaelites’.
I just made an offer to be Drew Benton’s Mentor. I can show her how to be a scholar in a year. Above is her mother at the Getty Mansion in New York.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
Obi-Wan Kenobi played by Sir Alec Guinness
“The murals on the J. Paul Getty Museum’s garden walls have been seen by millions of visitors since the Malibu institution opened 20 years ago. But who knew that the artist who painted–and is now restoring–the realistic likenesses of columns, garlands and still-life arrangements is Garth Benton, a third cousin of Thomas Hart Benton? The 53-year-old artist never met his famous relative, an American regionalist painter who rejected modern abstraction and championed a muscular style of realism until his death in 1975. But the younger Benton was turned on to art at the age of 8 when he saw a book of his relative’s paintings, and he occasionally corresponded with the late artist, who spent much of his life in his home state of Missouri.”
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