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San Sebastian Avenue

Today, March 16th, is the day when EverQuest first launched in 1999, and 25 years later this elder statesman of our genre is still going strong. That means it’s time to celebrate with goodies and data, which are two of Bree’s favorite things (the third is probably chocolate).

My sister, Vicki Presco, got in early on EverQuest, and was a Supreme Goddess when she invited me to join and play with our niece, Drew Benton I came in as….Wolferose. I know Drew is sorely missed – there! The Land of Make Believe was tailormade for Drew, who Christine name after Andrew, she said. She wanted a boy, and got a verb?

produce (a picture or diagram) by making lines and marks, especially with a pen or pencil, on paper.

“he drew a map”

There are maps in EverQuest. J.R. Tolkien DREW maps. He created a woman who owned the name Rosamunda. He conjured her up. Above is a photo of the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel. That might be Shannon Rosamond standing in front, Drew’s half-sister.

“Every fine day Rosamunda walked the hills, seldom seeing another living creature other than sheep, or, very rarely, a doe or faun. She did not walk south to Hobbiton, however, except on errands or for an appointed visit. She had not forgotten her “understanding” with Bilbo. And Bilbo did not forget her, either. Regularly, he sent her gifts of wine or ham or fruit in season, as tokens of his neighborly regard. She appreciated the way he could show marks of particular notice, without making her feel the burden of obligation.”

It’s 9:25 A.M. August 10, 2024. I just called the Police Department in Bullhead City because Drew’s boyfriend begged a member of Drew’s family to do so. He couldn’t find – any of us! He never – knew us. But, he loved Drew Benton. On July 23, 2024 Damien posted a death notice on his Facebook. Total strangers to me – grieved – on cyberspace! The next day (I didn’t know) Drew was dead) I sent my estranged nephew, Cian, my post where I claim all of Belmont. I had not communicated with my nephew in twelve years. For several weeks I had been trying to find the courage to ask him if his father, Mark Presco, was dead. My older brother was supposed to take care of Drew after Vicki died. I got no reply – from Drew’s cousin, Cian.

{Casey Farrell can testify about me wanting to get in touch with Mark – after twenty-four years. He had to admit I could predict things. Christine had full acceptance I was a Seerm and is why she took up art. We were in touch, always.)

Yesterday I highly suggest the City of Belmont give me an appartment above the Iron Gate Restaurant. Too, late to be – civil to my family. Drew and I will haunt those two apartments – forever! Our Family Book – will take it all. My claim for it all – is ordained! The Magical Family is coming home to Belmont. For it is a truth that IF Carl and Dorothea did not exist – Drew would not exist! It is a fact that two members of the Belmont Historical society – did not want us to exist. Not once did they mention Drew’s famous mother, or, the names of the Jankes buried in our family crypt in Colma – that was not mentioned. They did not mention the coin I put in the crack of my ancestors final resting place. It was an AA Angel coin given to me by my Sister in AA, Joy Gall after I told her our Sister Christine Rosamond, drowned on her first sober birthday – after saving Drew. At eight years of age she watch her mother drown. Her account dies with Christine’s beloved daughter, who will be missed on EverQuest.

https://www.everquest.com/home

I understand the rich and famous are envied and hated. If only millions had the connections, they would all be millionaires. Billionaires – die alone! Surrounded by strangers born with real human empathy, like the empathy for King Kong, lying bloodied and dead in the mean street of New York. Because there are parasites in the world, I hereby claim all that is associated with the legacy of Christine Rosamond Benton. Drew and Shannon had no children. I have one child and two grandchildren. Rosamond did a painting of Cian that is very connected to Tolkien, and will be for a long time when my book is out.

Christine and I began to live a Fairytale life shortly after we moved to San Sebastian Avenue to West Los Angeles. I became good friends of Bryan McLean who became Christine’s lover. Bryan dated Lisa Minnelli in Junior High. Two hours ago I read about her father who directed the movie ‘The Sandpiper’ that was supposed to star Kim Novak, who had a special home overlooking the waves in Carmel.

My baby does not love me anymore. Yet – we dream. And, our dreams take us away, to foreign shores, where magic runs free, and is forever un-molested.

You are home, my dear niece! I have made a home for you!

John Gregory

Damien Bosley

My Baby is gone…. If anyone on here knew Drew and knows how to contact her family please message me. Trying to contact them. Thank you

I don’t know what’s going on, but my deepest condolences to you and her family. Reach out if you need man.

John Ambrose

From:braskewitz@yahoo.com

To:Cian O’Brien

Wed, Jul 24 at 9:42 PM

We owned much land in Belmont.

Hope as is well. Blessings upon you family.

John Presco

I Claim All Belmont Land

I Claim All Belmont LandJohn Gregory Presco On this day, July24, 2024, I claim all lands mentioned in the document signed by the Mayor o…

I Claim All Belmont Land

On this day, July 19, 2024….I John Presco lay claim to all land described in this document signed by the Mayor of Belmont on March 8, 1975. This document has the Seal of Belmont City attached. It shows a succession of women down to Doris Vannier, who is dead. I claim this succession for myself, and my daughter. The Mayor decreed

CARL JANKE DAY

It describes the boundaries of the Janke property that he purchased from Governor McDougall. I am composing a letter to Governor Newsom wherein I bid him to investigate all archives and history for one of the First Governors of California. I bid him, and Stanford, where Jenny Newson attended, investigate all these matters, and conduct an archeological dig under the “fabulous Bay tree”. I suspect the Janke grave markers were moved in the middle of the night – but not their remains! Therefore, they were not re-interred in the Union Cemetery – where another dig should take place.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincente_Minnelli

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Belmont Body Snatchers

Drew Benton and Garthland

Posted on December 2, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Bonds With Angels

John Presco

Last night I had a dream about Christine and her friend, Carmen, who had a crush on me. They were around fourteen. They were dancing and having fun. Carmen and I used to dance at San Sebastian. Suddenly, Christine is speaking to me. She loves my genealogical study.

“Don’t deprive your niece of her birthright!”

During a divorce, and a fought over a legacy, adults – and children – are bid to take a side. When I first met Drew Benton, she came over to play video games with her cousin after the funeral. She was eight. Ten years later we met on Everquest, a game Vicki and her loved to play for hours. I came in as

WOLFEROSE

Drew is kin to the Stewart family – two ways! These magical royals made much of the history of the British Isles. They came to America with the MacDowell and Preston family. I am considering a video game called…

GARTHLAND

Drew is an accomplished artist, and has drawn characters for video games. I see a collaboration.

McDowell Places (tripod.com)

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Drew Benton and the Rose Mouth Grail

Posted on May 17, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

Two months ago I met Vicki and Drew in a fanciful land on Everquest. I looked like a grey-haried Danish King whom I name Wolferose. This name is derived from my study of the name Hrothmund a character in Beowulf.

“Rosamund, Rosamond, Rosamunde, Rosemonde is of Teutonic origin,
having been formed from the Old male name Rhosmund, softened down
from Ruodmunt same as the Old and Middle high German name Hrothmond
(Icelandic Hrothmundr) old Gothis, Ratmund. Junius’ translation
Ruodmunt. “red mouth”. The name if from Ruod-munt for Rad-Mund “man
for counsel” councilor of Radmun, “protector in council”

Tolkein’s Ring Trilogy was inspired by the Icelandic Tales authored by, and about, my kindred.

Above is the artwork of my my niece who became an orphan in the world when her father, Garth Benton, died two weeks ago. Vicki has taken Rosamond’s daughter under her wing. She is a Foundling in Art Mundi. I am the Protector of the Grail Council known as the Rose of the World. The Sleeping Beauty – is awake!

Jan Hrothmund

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Beowulf, Rosamond (Hrothmond) and the Rose Mouth Grail

http://www.beowulfmovie.com/

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808728058/video/4798298

(Images: Cup-beaer, Wealhbeow, serving mead. Coat of arms. Beowulf
fighting dragon. Wolfhouse. Brendal’s mother.)

A movie version of the legend of Beowulf is due to be released in a
week or two. Today I found the definitive proof the name Rosamond
comes from the Hrothmond/Hrothmund, and is the source of the Hromund
who is the hero of the Icelandic saga,’Hromundr Gripsson’ that
inspired Tolkein. Some scholars suggest this saga is the source of
some aspects of the Arthurian legend, as well as a source of the
Lohengrin legend.

Hrothmund is the son of Wealhþeow who preformed the ceremony of the
mead cup, she the cup-bearer for the Danish kings. No one has been
able to define the meaning of her name, but it looks like it ends
with “beow” and might stand for mead made of honeycones. It is
suggested she is a servant or “slave”, but I see Maiden Server of
Mead. Perhaps she is a mead goddess.
Hrothgar wishes to adopt Beowulf, but Wealhbeow bids the king to not
forget Hrothulf, which looks like Hrotwulf “famous wolf”
or “redwolf”. Hrothgar has two sons, Hrethric and Hrothmund, the
latter being the source of the name Rosamond. Did Beowulf become
Hrothmund’s half-brother?

Hrothmund is said to mean “rose mouth”. This is meaning of the name
Rosenmund of which we see a coat of arms with two roses and a cross.
There is a Rosenmund Cup that is the centerpiece for the Gerberzunft
Guild in Basel. Did this cup ever SERVE mead to distinguished guests,
if only in a traditonal sence?

Beowulf was written by a farmer named Rolf. Is it possible he is my
ancestor and lived in Wolfhouse where the Roesmonts dwelt?

http://www.gerbernzunft.ch/index.php?id=81

My family name, Rosamond, will forever be associated with the Beowulf
legend that depicts a usurption by Hroðulf, i.e. Hrólfr Kraki.

Here is the source of the name Rosamund found in “The Etymology of
the Principal Christian Names of Great …

By Richard Stephen Charnock

Rosamund, Rosamond, Rosamunde, Rosemonde is of Teutonic origin,
having been formed from the Old male name Rhosmund, softened down
from Ruodmunt same as the Old and Middle high German name Hrothmond
(Icelandic Hrothmundr) old Gothis, Ratmund. Junius’ translation
Ruodmunt. “red mouth”. The name if from Ruod-munt for Rad-Mund “man
for counsel” councilor of Radmun, “protector in council””

Jon Presco

Tyler Hunt of Wolfen House

Posted on June 13, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Grandfathers Come Home to the Shire For Thanksgiving

Posted on May 17, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

“Every fine day Rosamunda walked the hills, seldom seeing another living creature other than sheep, or, very rarely, a doe or faun. She did not walk south to Hobbiton, however, except on errands or for an appointed visit. She had not forgotten her “understanding” with Bilbo. And Bilbo did not forget her, either.
Regularly, he sent her gifts of wine or ham or fruit in season, as tokens of his neighbourly regard. She appreciated the way he could show marks of particular notice, without making her feel the burden of obligation.”

When Patrice talked about having a daughter by me when I come to see my sixteen year old daughter, is reminiscent of the Biblical mothers who took the Vow of the Nazarite in order to conceive for they were old in years. How old was Patrice Hanson – fifty five?

What is clear she wants into my family as my aged bride – who took my daughter and put her in the arms of a imposter. In a letter to Oprah Winfrey, she says she knew it was my child the moment Heather was born, and kept the truth from Randall Delpiano lest he kill Heather.

This has all the earmarks of a Fairy Tale, and the Grail Legends. Morgana comes to mind and her son Mordred, who is destined to kill his father, King Arthur. The Grail Kingdom goes into decline because of the dark machinations of Morgana – the usurper of God’s Light and the Holy Bloodline.

I knew Bill Cornwell hated me when we were on our way to the Grand Canyon. We had stopped at a cave where I bought Tyler Hunt an arrowhead. Sitting in the back seat together, I told my grandson about the Native Americans who made this arrowhead, and there were many more lying outside on the ground. I made pictures for him of the hunt, the campsites, how they struck the obsidian with a rock to shape it. I talked about how they tied the arrow to a wooden shaft.

I took my grandson on an inner journey, back in time. Tyler loved these journeys we took together since he was born. This is a curious child, not a do macho stuff look at me kind of child, like Bill, who was seething because Tyler was not focused on the Speed Demon show-off bully boy! We were ruining his trip to the Grand Canyon.

What I had shown my offspring, was how to pull a weapon from a rock. Consider Excalibur and the fact obsidian was once molten lava from Fire Mountain. When we got out of the car Tyler rushed to the first bare ground to look for an arrowhead and a stick so I could show him how it was tied to it.

“Get out of there. You’re not supposed to be in there!” spoke the selfish giant.

Bill in a huff, marched to the rim of the Canyon, walking as fast as he could. He had seen me tire in the cave, and, he wanted to arrive at the rim without me, because he wanted a big stuff Hallmark moment, with just him and his new family.

“Hey everyone. Look at me! Aren’t I grand?”

Sixty feet ahead, Tyler turned, made eye contact with me, and said;

“Wait for Papa!”

Bill walked that much faster. So did my daughter, my Mordred, who was furious i would not allow her to be in Tom Snyder’s biography of Rosamond, that did not sell, and ranks as one of the worst biographies ever written.

I authored the following several years ago, for my daughter and grandson. Heather has no clue that magical people author magical stories that are often inspired by their magical family.

I see Royal Rosamond in my grandson.

Jon Presco

Obsidian is a naturally occurring volcanic glass formed as an extrusive igneous rock. It is produced when felsic lava extruded from a volcano cools rapidly with minimum crystal growth. Obsidian is commonly found within the margins of rhyolitic lava flows known as obsidian flows, where the chemical composition (high silica content) induces a high viscosity and polymerization degree of the lava

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The Grandfathers Come Home to the Shire For Thanksgiving

(Images: Gandalf comes home to the Shire. The town of Rougemont
Switzerland, the home of my ancestors. The Ozarks. The Shire of the
Hobbits. The Mill in Eminence.)

http://www.scotshistoryonline.co.uk/rednecks/rednecks.html

“So for me, Hobbits, as best I can relate to them in the real world,
are Appalachian southerners. I think the southerners that I knew had
much in common with the people of Tolkien’s English countryside. I
don’t know whether you can still find such folk in England, but I
believe there are, at least a few, such folk to be found upon the
ridges, and in the hollows of Appalachia.”

Karlton Douglas

Two days ago I awoke and wondered how best to tell my readers how
the Rougemonts became the Orangemen and Ulstermen, and how their
Dream that was forced flee the ancient lands of their ancestors,
came to dwell in America. Then it struck me, the very ground that
lay at my feet rose up and gave me a good bump, for we go to where
we have been, and back again, and it was time to bring the
Grandfather’s home. And we go there with the words Tolkien’s
Rosamunda, and we return with the words of my grandfather, Royal
Rosamond, for they are very much the same.

I jumped out of bed and rushed to my computer. Had any other writer
taken note of how similar the Hillbillies are to the Hobbits? In no
time I found the observations of the author, Karlton Douglas. I then
went to my book shelf and pulled out ‘Ravola of Thunder Mountain’
published in 1947 the years my late sister was born. Inside the
cover is this dedication;

“To BERTHA MAY ROSAMOND (now Mrs. Bigalow), my second daughter, who
has steadfastly clung to the belief that her Father would leave
Literary Footprints on the SANDS OF TIME.

Royal Rosamond”

Here is a chapter from my Grandfather’s story, whom I never met. I
will soon be leaving to see my Grandson, Tyler, Royal’s Great
Grandson. I will be bringing The Grandfather’s with me so they may
adore Heather’s beautiful son through my eyes.

http://rougeknights.blogspot.com

“Poetry on Leaves

The spring sun was warm now, brightening as with happiness in the
open fields, the broad land resembling a crazy quilt because of the
wooded patches everywhere. Already the wild grapes were in bloom,
and if the sun continued smiling there would be, in every Hillman’s
cellar, many, many jars of grape juice for making jelly, and wine
for those who knew the trick of making it. Those pink-white blossoms
on the pale yellow bushes hard against warm hillside rocks were
huckleberries in bloom. The wild grapes and the huckleberries once
ripe, tangier here in Shannon County, Missouri, than most any other
place in the Ozarks.

I walked on, for I had yet a long way to go before nightfall. Now it
was but a mite after mid-day. After leaving the train at Winona, I
could have perhaps caught a ride to Eminence had I stayed with the
wagon road instead of footing it up the spur-track leading northward
to cross Jack’s Fork at the Hodge place where I left to journey up
Possum Trot toward Little Wonder Schoolhouse and Tucked Away Church
House, above which in the ride to the north, I lived – the place
where I was born and which I called home, where my parents had
settled in their youth and planned some day to die. The way was
long, the trail lonesome and ofttimes steep. As wild a region as
ever grew outdoors. No matter. I wanted to stretch my legs and let
the April breeze take the orders of a Saint Louis foundry away from
me.

I went home on a visit once a year – had already worked five years
up there, long enough to forget how to talk (or write) hillbilly
talk, it seemed like. Still, I didn’t mind being called a hillbilly.
Life in the Ozarks had a tang. I liked everything about them, from
the blooming of the redbud and dogwood in springtime to pumpkin pies
and possum and coon hunting and listening to fox hounds in the fall.
I was born and bred here. This wilderness was in my blood. I felt as
much a part of it as does a back log to a fireplace. I was twenty
six years old now, and when I become fifty, I intend to retire, and
go sit on pappy’s rocker there on the front porch and rock and smoke
and think until I die.

Here on the side of Grapevine Mountain, high above the glistening of
Jack’s Fork below, for days and weeks and years back into the dim
past she had lived in splendid isolation, the silence, save for the
passing Hillman on the road below her cabin, as vast as the greenery
of the heaving land-billows rising higher and ever higher toward the
summit of the far ridge leaning against the blue heaven on the west,
below which was the great spring from which the stream Jack’s Fork
nursed and found perpetual substance. A skinny, faded creature in
her late forties, seemingly as antiquated as the furniture in the
two small rooms in her rustic cabin, yet she possessed the amazing
gift of cheerfulness. Even though her income was very meager, yet
she contrived to spread a spirit of near-opulence and comforting
friendliness about herself which was as convincing as was Mr.
Russell’s plush appearing abundance. In summer she mothered her
pansy beds, naming the little faces, as she called them, after the
little girls she taught in winter, the boys unslighted by living as
vegetables in her garden, the more refractory being a gooseberry
busy or wild plum tree.”

“From first sight, even the site of the new cottage had enchanted
her, dug as it was into the southeast side of a grassy hill in the
midst of Boffin lands, populated with Boffin sheep. There was a
little copse below it, just to the side, and a spring-fed well, all
of which reminded her of her childhood home. The place had come down
to Odovacar through his mother’s side, a Boffin. He had used it as
asort of base, when he and his friends had gone out hunting.
Theywould stock the little hole with gear and rations. Then, with
their bows, and a pony for their gear, they would make forays west
ornorth, towards the Downs or up to the Moors, or, closer still,
intoBindbale Wood. But that was years ago, when the game had not
yetmoved so far off. When Rosamunda had viewed it more carefully,
she saw the hole was inconsiderable disrepair. Also, it was a bit
too small. She had new rooms dug, so that there was a parlour and a
kitchen, a bedroom for each (and one to spare), along with extra
chambers further back fo rstore. When it was finished, it suited
Rosamunda very well. Especially, she loved the light. Situated
facing south-east, the light poured through the windows in the
mornings, her favourite time of the day. And, when she stood
outside, she could see the land stretching east and south far into
the distance. Illuminated by the late afternoonsun, the prospect was
especially fine. From the top of the little knoll that made the
cottage’s roof, she could see far to the northand west, where sheep
dotted the rolling hills. The sky at nighttook her breath away. And,
all day, the birds sang, the wind blew,and the Water, which ran
nearby, just to the west, mostly narrow andquick as it came down out
of Long Cleeve and Needlehole, could justbe heard when the wind
dropped and everything was still. She loved its peace and quiet, so
tucked away and so private. Yet,it was just an hour’s walk over the
hills to Bag End or to Hobbiton. Overhill, to the east, was even
closer. Every fine day Rosamunda walked the hills, seldom seeing
another living creature other than sheep, or, very rarely, a doe or
faun. She did not walk south to Hobbiton, however, except on errands
orfor an appointed visit. She had not forgotten
her “understanding”with Bilbo. And Bilbo did not forget her, either.
Regularly, he sent her gifts of wine or ham or fruit in season, as
tokens of his neighbourly regard. She appreciated the way he could
show marks ofparticular notice, without making her feel the burden
of obligation.”

Art Is The Truth Lily Rose

Posted on July 9, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Beauty and The Truth

John Presco

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose – Wikipedia

The photographs are of my mother Rosemary and her sisters, including Lilian. I suspect a stranger took these images by the reaction. I am considering doing painting of the Rosamond sisters, the daughters of Mary Magdalene Rosamond.

I began my rewards session with my therapist by saying this;

“When I was thirteen, I discovered Beauty and Truth went hand in hand. I was in a light. I was an exceptional human being. I had it all.”

When I was sixteen, my mother, Rosemary, and my sister Christine Rosamond, bonded with two very bad men. They were father and son. Mark Owen was my best friend, until Marilyn chose me over him. He told me;

“I’m going to take Marilyn from you – and destroy you!”

He and Marilyn’s best friend – stalked us. He used M’s friend to – get to me! He intercepted Christine as we ignored each other. Mark introduced my mother to his father, and, I am being told they are going to be married. Mark and his father will get my sisters, and, I would be out of their family. Revenge is sweet.

I gathered my mother and sister in the living room, and TOLD THEM THE TRUTH. They couldn’t believe me! They did not want to believe me. They were in love!

I went into my bedroom and got four of my paintings. Then I went into the kithen and got a big knife.

“You know I love my paintings and art. But, I love you more. I am going to destory these paintings to prove to you – I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!”

They both gasped as I stabbed my first painting several times. Then I destroyed the other three – FOR THE TRUTH! They stopped seeing those Dark Men.

Patrice Hanson and I went to have a picnic at the ruins of Jack London’s Wolf House. I told her my sister, Vicki. had lied about Christine’s dead, as did her son. I told her Stacey Pierrot probably knows the truth, and she and Vicki are going to encourage the Ghost Writer, TO LIE. It is imperative that we save the literary family legacy my grandfather began. I got this;

“Are you telling me our daighter gets all her gifts – from you!”

Here’s what I should have said;

“No. What I’m saying, is, our daughter gets all PARENTAL TRUTHS FROM ME, because you lied to Randy when you told him he sired my child. He knew THIS WAS A LIE, because you told me he could not sire a child. He went along with THE LIE so he could have his family back! He got lonely.”

This morning I let my daughter and her children – go! Heather knew Vicki was a liar, but, was willing to go along with THE LIE in order to get what Rosamond offered me. She was willing to never see me again, if it meant she gets Art, Fame, and Money. Vicki, Heather, Patrice, Stacey, and Snyder – are not artists. The create nothing. They MADE a bond with……..the lie! For doing this, they expected to be rewarded. Vicki came to believe she deserved my daughter, and I did not. Mark Owen believed he deserved Marilyn, and I did not. How Marilyn felt, did not matter to this dark destructive fucker. Marilyn – still loves me! I will never see my granddaughter.

The author, Robert Lewis Stevens, was present when John Singer Sargent created ‘Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose. Sargent did a painting of Viscountess Rosamond Guest that is not listed amongst his works. I can find no image of Rosamond, who is related to Winston Churchill, and Princess Diana Spencer. She is a relative of Harry, Meghan, Archie, and Lili, who was born in California where Robert Lewis Stevenson came to live. He lived in Carmel and in Helena near Jack London’s Wolf House. Has any art historian connected Sargent with Carmel, the city I came to in order to grieve for Rosamond, a member of my natal family? Christine Rosamond Benton was the first member of my family to die. Before I arrived, a treacherous PATH OF LIES was prepared for me to traverse. Vicki Presco told me she wanted me there – to help deal with the art. SHE LIED!

Who else knew – VICKI LIED? How about Jacci Belford, who was the second named executor who called me and said she made an offer to buy the totatlaity of the Rosamond Estate. Where did Jacci get the money. Did she marry a guy with money. Jacci and Brian Pflieger owe nearly a quarter of a million dollars in back taxes. They owned the famous Lighthouse Inn. Did they use Stacey Pierrot as – THEIR FRONT MAN? Did Brian and Jacci work with Robin Beare, Garth’s divorce attorney, to go around the adult heir, and, talk business before the funeral? Vicki told me she could not find Shannon Rosamond, because she was homeless. Shannon told me this was a lie – and Vicki had communicated with her recently. They consprited to keep Rosamond’s loving daughter away from the business meeting – I was kept away from – where funderal arrangements were made. Beare had to know the house and the gallery – should have been sealed! But, she wanted The A Team to conduct their promotional scheme, that my detective freind titled as we left for Oakland..

“Gee! I’ve never been to a theme funeral before…..”Don’t let the dream die!”

We both laughed, because we heard Stacey Pierrot repeat this ART THEME to many people – who just came for the funeral. Down in the gallery basement, I saw Stacey hand my uncle three Rosamond prints valued at $1,300 dollars. Uncle Dick got in his car with a HOT ROLL! Jacci and her new husband – were buying up the town! Did Buck, Morris, Rose & Heisinger know? How about Lawrence Chazen, a partner of the Getty, Pelosi, and Newsom families.

101231-5 (pineconearchive.com)

Top 4 Jacci Pflieger profiles (corporationwiki.com)

I am going to sue the City of Carmel, my daughter and her mother, Jacci and Brian, Chazen, and Robert Buck. These liars came to believe ART IS A LIE, and indeed, is a Safe Haven for Liars and Thieves. I told Sydney Morris I had a dream – I was a father! Michael Harkins agreed to help me find her – two weeks before she appeared! When she disapeared, she got pregnant and was going to name her child after Liliian and Rosemary who are in the images my grandfather, Royal Rosamond took. I was not going to be told I was going to be a grandfather, because – I DID NOT GO ALONG WITH THE ROGUEWAVE LIE!

Tom Snyder and my brother tried to get me to sign a Non-Discloser Agreement so I could not write about my family. Heather Hanson tried to get me to sign an agreement not to write about her family. I told my therapist this;

“I am done being ‘The Art Messiah’!”

I lied to Barbara. THE TRUTH IS……I have just begun to die on the Art Cross! I want to keep the City of Carmel from using any history belonging to Robert Lewis Stevens, John Singer Sargent, Jack London and George Sterling. They do not deserve this history, that now includes Winston Churchill, and all members of the Royal Windsors.

The core of my lawsuit, is, all human beings are entitled to grieve for, and bury – their dead! Was Vicki Presco encouraged to alter the truth of how our sister died, so she would not appear at fault – or her son? Was this lie invented for business reasons? If I had not been distracted by the appearance of my daughter in my life, and the crisis of her borning a child out of wedlock, I would have dealt with this matters in 2001.

We were raised Catholic. Vicki went to Catholic School. For awhile, she was a Saint. Our ancestor wrote a book suggesting a reform of the Catholic Confession, where the truth is told, and one forgiven of their sins. Most observations of the death of a loved one, involves a spiritual observance of some kind. I accuse Jacci and Stacey, who went to high school together, of conspiring to deprive members of my family of their Spiritual Rights.

My ancestor, Godschalk Rosemondt, was the Master of Louvain and the Falcon Art College, as well as member of the Swan Brethren.A Rosamond family researcher has seen letters exchanged between Godschalk Rosemondt and the great Erasmus with the seal of a dancing wolf upon them. This is a Bosch seal related somehow to the Janskirk church where attended members of the Swan Brethren. The Renaissance artist, Hieronymus Bosch, executed commissions for the Brethren and their church. One such work is titled the Seven Deadly Sins which is the subject matter of Rosemondt’s book ‘Confessionals’.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hieronymus_Bosch

Rosemondt’s good friend, Pope Adrien, has been anointed the Vicar of Christ. Before that he led the Inquisition in Holland. He was the tutor of Charles Quint whose cote of arms in seen next to Rosemondt’s Rose Name, that looks very much like the rose emblem of the Swan Brethren that today, only Hollands royalty can wear, except, this rose is in full bloom. This suggest Rosemondt is the Master Rose Swan.

Rosemond is the Master of Louvain, and the Falcon Art College. He is a Renaissance Art professors and theologian that I found frozen in time, he waiting for almost four hundred years for a gifted ancestor to be born, an artist and theologian that could recognize him, a Lily amongst the thorns. Here is he motto on the rose:

2:2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias

I am going to include Mark Presco and Shamus Dundon in my lawsuit because my brother did not inform me my father was dead, and my mother was dying. My nephew was not going to inform me my sister was dead, I told ten days after he fact because his son, insisted. Much forgiveness happens at funerals. Thus, they have a built-in spirituality – that i was denied! I believe Mark and Shamus did not want to invite me to Christine’s funeral because they know I am a spiritual person, and, they knew I was not made privy to the covert scheming. I was not told about the subsequent deaths in my family, because I spoiled their Art Busniess Fraud, not to mention I kept them on the radar of the Internal Revenue Service. Jacci Belford was the Rosamond Gallery Manager, and Christine’s close friend – who had to know she was not paying her taxes – and Garth! I am going to call the IRS – this very moment! Let Jacci do some confessing – at her New Audit! Will she turn on her High School friend? Does she know if my brother is alive or dead – and where he is?

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

The Phantom of Lily Rose | Rosamond Press

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose is an oil-on-canvas painting made by the American painter John Singer Sargent in 1885–86.^[1]

The painting depicts two small children dressed in white who are lighting paper lanterns as day turns to evening; they are in a garden strewn with pink roses, accents of yellow carnations and tall white lilies (possibly the Japanese mountain lily, Lilium auratum) behind them. The painting is dominated by green foliage, with no horizon or other horizontal line to give a sense of depth. The viewer seems to be on a level with the children but also looking down on them. The two subjects of the painting are the daughters of the illustrator Frederick Barnard – a friend of Sargent’s. Dolly, left, was 11 years old and Polly, right, seven years old; they were chosen for their blonde hair, replacing Sargent’s original model, Francis Davis Millet‘s five-year-old daughter, dark-haired Katherine.^[2] The title comes from the refrain of a popular song “Ye Shepherds Tell Me” by Joseph Mazzinghi, a pastoral glee for a trio of male voices, which mentions Flora wearing “A wreath around her head, around her head she wore, Carnation, lily, lily, rose”.^[3]

The work is set in an English garden at Farnham House in Broadway in the Cotswolds, where Sargent spent the summer of 1885 with Millet shortly after moving to England from Paris to escape the scandal caused by his 1884 painting Portrait of Madame X. The author Robert Louis Stevenson was also staying there while writing A Child’s Garden of Verses and his verses inspired Sargent. Sargent also took inspiration from the lanterns that he saw hanging among trees and lilies while boating on the River Thames at Pangbourne with American artist Edwin Austin Abbey in September 1885. Sargent wanted to capture the exact level of light at dusk so he painted the picture en plein air – outdoors and in the Impressionist manner. Every day from September to November 1885, he painted in the few minutes when the light was perfect, giving the picture an overall purple tint of evening.^[2] The flowers in the garden died as summer turned to autumn, and they were replaced with artificial flowers. Sargent resumed painting the following summer at Millet’s new home nearby in Broadway and finally finished the painting by the end of October 1886. In the course of working, Sargent cut down the rectangular canvas, removing approximately 2 feet (61 cm) from the left side, to leave an approximately square shape.^[2]

The work received a mixed reception at the Royal Academy summer exhibition in 1887, with some criticising his “Frenchified” style. However, there was also much praise, and Sir Frederic Leighton, President of the Royal Academy, encouraged the Tate Gallery to buy the painting later that year, using money from the Chantrey Bequest.^[4][5] It was the first of Sargent’s works to be acquired by a public museum. The painting remains part of the Tate collection and is displayed at Tate Britain.

Hon. Rosamond Cornelia Gwladys Guest¹

F, #82036, d. 2 December 1947Last Edited=18 May 2020Consanguinity Index=0.0% Hon. Rosamond Cornelia Gwladys Guest was the daughter of Ivor Bertie Guest, 1st Baron Wimborne and Lady Cornelia Henrietta Maria Spencer-Churchill.² She married Matthew White Ridley, 2nd Viscount Ridley, son of Matthew White Ridley, 1st Viscount Ridley and Hon. Mary Georgiana Marjoribanks, on 8 February 1899.² She died on 2 December 1947.²
Her married name became Ridley. After her marriage, Hon. Rosamond Cornelia Gwladys Guest was styled as Viscountess Ridley on 28 November 1904. She was appointed Dame Commander, Order of the British Empire (D.B.E.) in 1918.²

Children of Hon. Rosamond Cornelia Gwladys Guest and Matthew White Ridley, 2nd Viscount Ridley

Hon. Sally Gwladys Marjorie Ridley² b. 17 Sep 1900, d. 28 Jul 1983
Matthew White Ridley, 3rd Viscount Ridley+¹ b. 16 Dec 1902, d. 25 Feb 1964
Hon. Vivien Catherine Evelyn Ridley+² b. 15 Dec 1906

Viscountess Rosamond Guest Ridley | National Portrait Gallery (si.edu)

List of works by John Singer Sargent – Wikipedia

The Germ of Goblin Market

Posted on February 26, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

Juanita Miller brought the Pre-Raphaelites to Oakland, the City I was born in during a shower of stars.

John Presco

What I discovered was a pamphlet announcing Joaquin Miller Day. A musical drama was performed at the Woodminster Amphitheater on September 24, 1944. There was going to be the planting of memorial redwood trees around the equestrian statue of Joaquin Miller. On stage was a replica of the studio and garden used by Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Holman Hunt. The Poet, Christina Rossetti was played by Jeanne Jardin. Elizabeth Siddal Hunt’s model and muse is played by Helen Kraum. Carmencita Sanchez and her Mexican dancers, performed. In Scene Two we have the Bonaparte and Queen Victoria.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Germ_(periodical)

Menacing Beauty – Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood (preraphaelitesisterhood.com)

Pre-Raphaelite Reflections – Page 2 – A blog devoted to the PRB (wordpress.com)

“TO THE ROSSETTIS”

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press

Yesterday 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 Gariel, Michael, and, Christine. Gabriel was a artist and poet, Michael, a publisher, and Christine, a poet.

“TO THE ROSSETTIS”

There is controversy over this dedication. Michael is against it. He is critical of Miller’s poems that takes the reader to the Holy Land. Joaquin is describing a personal relationship with the Savior that reminds me of how Bohemians and Hippies would view Jesus, he a Nature Boy of sorts.

Gabriel, who had Joaquin over to his house for dinner, where he met several members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood seems to address his brother’s objections in a letter, and gives a tentative go ahead. He talks about Miller sending him a photograph of himself and bids him to say a word or two at the bottom of it, that does not exist. This photo may be the famous one taken by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, who is better known as Lewis Carrol the author of ‘Alice in Wonderland’. If Joaquin had glued this portrait to a piece of paper, then we might have seen it on the dedication page.

What is going on here is extremely profound. Miller has exported his vision and lifestyle to the England, where he wrote Song of the Sierras, and now he is importing to America a cultural brand that contains Grail and Arthurian subject matter that was at the epicenter of the work of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.

The Rossettis may not have been too happy with Miller attaching himself to their star because the British are very protective of their culture. I wish I could say the same thing about the University of Oregon that is about to tear down homes that were once in the city limits of Fairmount, the city founded by Joaquin’s brother, George Miller.

The homes the Miller brothers lived in are registered and protected as Monuments. There is a Joaquin Miller State Park near Florence that was founded by George who also promoted the Winnemucca to the Sea Highway. There needs to be a Monument for George. I suggest the homes on Columbia Terrace be spared, and this city block declared a National Monument. I have suggested these homes be used to house homeless Vets going to college, but now I see a Free College on this site due to the student loan crisis.

This college will teach alternatives to prospective students of the UofO, such as having parents of students purchase a home in Eugene. In many cases a mortgage is cheaper than rent. Teaching your children how to get a job rather then attend college, will produce more home ownership that the UofO who promises jobs – that don’t exist!

The Miller Brothers were born on a farm near Coburg. They went into the world and achieved much. They are a cultural icon too Oregon and California. On page ten of the prelude, we read;

“By unnamed rivers of the Oregon north’
That roll dark-heaved into turbulent hills,
I have made my home….The Wild heart thrills
With memories fierce, and world storms forth.”

I once read that many college students didn’t know there was a Oregon, and if they did, they didn’t know where it is. The Rossettis more than likely read these words. Did they go to a globe to see where Joaquin and George live?
How many students at the UofO know who the Miller brothers were, and the Brotherhood.

Jon Presco

“When Joaquin Miller left DC, most sources agree that he gave his cabin to a friend, who in turn gave it to the Sierra Club. Then in 1913 the cabin was carefully disassembled at the urging of the California State Association and moved to its current location in Rock Creek Park, near the intersection of Beach Drive and Military Road, where it is now the property of the National Park Service. By and by, another Miller found inspiration in the cabin. From 1931 through the 1950’s, Pherne Miller, Joaquin’s niece, leased the cabin from the Parks Department, and there she gave art classes and sold soft drinks and candy.”

http://www.art.com/gallery/id–a82953-c23946/charles-lutwidge-dodgson-photography-prints.htm

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (/ˈdænti ˈɡeɪbriəl rəˈzɛti/;[1] 12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882) was an English poet, illustrator, painter and translator. He founded the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848 with William Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais, and was later to be the main inspiration for a second generation of artists and writers influenced by the movement, most notably William Morris and Edward Burne-Jones. His work also influenced the European Symbolists and was a major precursor of the Aesthetic movement.

Rosina Ferrara – Wikipedia

Rosina Ferrara (1861–1934) was an artist’s model from the island of Capri,[1] who became the favorite muse of American expatriate artist John Singer Sargent. Captivated by her exotic beauty, a variety of 19th-century artists, including Charles Sprague Pearce, Frank Hyde, and George Randolph Barse, made works of art of her.[2][3] Ferrara was featured in the 2003 art exhibit “Sargent’s Women” at New York City‘s Adelson Galleries, as well as in the book Sargent’s Women published that year.[3][4]

Robert Louis Stevenson – Wikipedia

Robert Louis Stevenson House (seemonterey.com)

Day School in Carmel and Pebble Beach, California (stevensonschool.org)

Robert Louis Stevenson’s California | Santa Cruz (hilltromper.com)

If Stevenson had surfed, he would have scored. Autumn is the golden season for surfers in California. Large swells frequently pound the coast between September and November while a dominant high-pressure system keeps the Monterey Bay region sunny and windless. In his essay, “The Old and New Pacific Capitals,” he describes the swells of 1879 bombarding Monterey’s “left flank and rear with never-dying surf.” He writes of bombs sweeping into the lower jaw of the bay; how the “waves come in slowly, vast and green” and “curve their translucent necks”; how they peeled in sequence from Point Pinos to the wharf and the roar of the Pacific hung over the coast like “smoke above a battle.” In short, the fall of 1879 was a classic.

To Stevenson’s eyes, the Monterey Peninsula was a bizarre, beautiful place. As he walked its beaches, the vast kelp forests offshore mystified him. He refers to them as “strange sea-tangles, new to the European eye.” He frequently encountered the bones of whales and rotting whale carcasses “poisoning the wind” along the beaches of the Peninsula—the stinking offal of a once-thriving industry that teetered on the verge of decline.

Out towards Point Pinos, where Hopkins Marine Station is today, he discovered Chinatown hidden “among the rocks, a world of surge and screaming seagulls.” To his great surprise the unexpected hamlet sheltered an entirely foreign culture, language, dress and people: “The joss-stick burns, the opium pipe is smoked, the floors are strewn with slips of coloured paper—prayers, you would say, that have missed their destination. And a man guiding his upright pencil from right to left across the sheet writes home the news of Monterey to the Celestial Empire.”

Deep in the wilderness of the Peninsula, he emerged from dense forest into a “dream-like” town—brand-new houses built on a trim grid of parallel streets and right angles. Yet the place was eerily deserted and there was “no sound but of the waves.” Stevenson had unwittingly stumbled into the recently constructed Methodist camp that would eventually become the town of Pacific Grove.

Stevenson’s long, ranging hikes took him around the rocky shore of Point Pinos, which reminded him of Scotland. He admired “the lighthouse in a wilderness of sand” with an expert eye. He delved deep into what is now Pebble Beach’s Del Monte Forest and haunted the area’s groves of live oak, which he called, “the kind of wood for murderers to crawl among.” He lurked through the grotesque, wind-sculpted Monterey pine and cypress: “No words can give the idea of the contortion of their growth,” he writes. “They might figure without change in a circle of the nether hell as Dante pictured it.”

Infernos were on his mind. The fall of 1879 was a terrible year for forest fires. Stevenson devoted pages to the beauty and horror of the continuously burning woods. He convinced himself that no forest would exist for future generations and that California could easily be the next Palestine, a land of promise turned to desolation. Of course, Stevenson’s obsession may derive from the fact that he was nearly lynched by locals for setting his own fire to test the flammability of the Spanish moss on a large pine tree. The experiment resulted in a roaring pillar of fire and the shouts of incredulous, axe-wielding firefighters. “I have run repeatedly, but never as I ran that day,” he writes. “At night I went out of town, and there was my own particular fire, quite distinct from the other, and burning, as I thought, with even greater vigour.”

In an effort to escape the cold fogs and give his wheezing lungs a rest, Stevenson moved up into the drier, warmer Carmel Valley shortly after his arrival in Monterey. The experience was a disaster. Things weren’t going well with Fanny Osbourne. He had yet to convince her to divorce her husband. Depressed and sick, he tromped up Robinson Canyon, through the majestic redwood groves, and camped near what is now the Santa Lucia Preserve. After days of fever and delirium, Stevenson was rescued from certain death by two frontiersman: a 72-year-old bear hunter and a “pilgrim” who had served “under Fremont when California was taken by the States.”

While convalescing in mountains overlooking Carmel Valley, he presciently critiqued the region’s logging industry: “It is man in his short-sighted greed that robs the country of the nobler redwood. Yet a little while and perhaps all the hills of seaboard California may be as bald as Tamalpais.”

While Stevenson’s detailed observations of the Monterey Peninsula found their way into essays and unattributed articles for the local newspaper, some suggest that the region exerted its greatest influence on his most famous work, Treasure Island. According to accounts, Stevenson originally wrote the book as an amusement for Fanny Osbourne’s son Lloyd. It’s difficult to overstate the impact Treasure Island has had on popular culture. It’s easier to simply say that, in all likelihood, Stevenson originally imagined everything you think you know about pirates. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Undoubtedly, the natural scenery in the book has far more in common with Northern California than the tropics. Historian Roy Nickerson even suggests the map of Treasure Island was modeled after Point Lobos, south of Carmel. True or not, there is no mistaking the waves which pound Treasure Island’s coast in both calm and foul weather—a scene clearly based on Stevenson’s observations of that autumn swell in 1879. Similarly, the sand hills, pines, and marshes of Treasure Island are all Monterey, including the low crouching live oaks, “under which a murderer might hide.”

Thanks to Stevenson’s vivid imagination, it is easy to picture Long John Silver stabbing sailors among the dark groves and eerie dunes of the Monterey Peninsula—even today.

Napa Valley

In December 1879, Stevenson left Monterey and moved to San Francisco. The ensuing months were a miserable, lonely time. He saw little of Fanny Osbourne, fell deathly ill for weeks at a time and struggled to keep a roof over his head and have enough to eat. Yet in February his luck turned. Probably frightened that their son would die in California, his parents promised him an annual allowance of 250 pounds, which greatly improved Stevenson’s spirits and made his marriage to the newly divorced Fanny Osbourne possible. They reunited early in spring and were married on May 19, 1880.

In true Stevenson fashion, the newlyweds honeymooned in an abandoned miner’s camp on the slope of Mount Saint Helena at the northern edge of Napa Valley. This was a happy, productive time for Stevenson and is beautifully documented in his autobiographical book The Silverado Squatters. In it, Stevenson predicts the future of the wine industry in Napa Valley, marvels at the petrified redwood forest outside of Calistoga and ornaments his prose with gushing paeans to Mount Saint Helena herself. He writes how the surrounding foothills are “dwarfed into satellites by the bulk and bearing” of the mountain: “She over-towered them by two-thirds of her own stature. She excelled them by the boldness of her profile. Her great bald summit, clear of trees and pasture, a cairn of quartz and cinnabar, rejected kinship with the dark and shaggy wilderness of lesser hill-tops.” His love for the peak clearly reflects his new lease on life and the joy he must have been experiencing with his new wife. Interestingly enough, most literary critics also believe that Stevenson used Mount Saint Helena as a stand in for Spyglass Hill in Treasure Island.

Today, this area is Robert Louis Stevenson State Park. At mile marker 49, separate trailheads can be found on either side of Highway 29. The eastern trail leads hikers to Table Rock, below the stunning volcanic cliffs of the Palisades. I highly recommend this dramatic route. For Stevenson enthusiasts, however, the Robert Louis Stevenson Memorial trail climbs west to the summit of Mount St. Helena. At roughly 11 miles roundtrip, it’s a steep slog on a hot day, but the views from the 4,343-foot peak justify Stevenson’s obsession with the place. Napa Valley stretches out below and Mount Diablo and Tamalpais loom in the distance. On clear days, even Mount Shasta is visible nearly 200 miles to the north.

Those looking for a less strenuous way to commune with the spirit of Stevenson can limit their hike to one mile. At this point along the trail, a small clearing marks the site where Stevenson and his bride spent their honeymoon sleeping on hay in the old miner’s cabin. A shady, gorgeous nook in the mountain’s shoulder, it is ringed by granite cliffs and a leafy canopy of madrone, bay and redwood. Amidst this natural shelter, hikers will find an eternally open book of carved marble perched on a rock cairn. Its right-hand page reads:

Doomed to know not winter only spring, a being trod
the flowery April blithely for awhile
took his fill of music, joy of thought and seeing,

The Lily of The Rose King

Posted on February 24, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Conspiracy of Angels

A real miracle has taken place. When I responded to Heather’s Confession in my last post, I chose at random a video Margaret Starbird made in 2005. I had not listened to it – ever! After my last post, I did listen – and was amazed! Starbird talks about the Lily in the Song of Songs and days these passages are the root of her spiritual work. Really? Starbird was in the groups I was in, and had to have seen my posts on the possibility the Rosemondts were my ancestors, and the Rose Line that appear when and angel appear to me and told me I have a daughter. The Roozemonts were Swan Brethren.

My daughter Heather Marie Hanson, has made a very brave public confession. I forgive her in every way. She has done First Step by admitting she is powerless over the results of her child-rearing. The first thing that needs to be done in this Angelic Healing, is post a photograph of Tyler with his parents. If this does not exist – take a picture. My grandson needs to study this image – for the rest of his life! Heather and her mother speak well of ‘The Garden Child’ a painting ‘The Rose of the World’ did of our nephew – before Ryan Hunt got my daughter pregnant! In the mad scramble for all those Rosamond prints – there go….The Parade of Saints! How do you know Tyler does not want to be a priest? How do you know, is his mother wants to be a Saint?

Stand back and look at The Big Picture. Look at all this Severing, these Divorces, this tangle of Lost Fathers – and Lost Mothers! How about The Lost Children? What about my Offspring?

Margaret Starbird became famous for suggestion Mary Magdalene is The Exiled Bride. The Swan Brethren worshipped Our Sweet Lady. They wore a rose with these words on it. Hieronymus Bosch did a painting ‘The wedding Feast at Cana’ where in may be my kin, my DNA.

Gottschalk Rosemondt wrote a book ‘Confessional’ that was declared heretical because it gave those excommunicated by the Pope – another chance! God has granted everyone – a second chance.

I want Patrice to confess! I want her to back up her daughter and grandson, by telling the truth about Randolph Delpiano. I suspect she was aware he was conning women into bed in order to get in their bank accounts. I suspect Patrice knew about all those tapes and promises Randy made – after taking people’s money! Glossing this all over with pixie dust has had an affect on The Children who are carrying the sins of the parents.

Heather, I will not live forever. Everything there is, is yours’s and your children. That I wanted to name your daughter Lily-Rose is the result of you wanting to name Tyler Lily-Rose after Rosemary and Lilian. We can not run from the truth, being….The Order of Saint Francis employed the Wienekes to supply bodes for their order. Nuns and Fathers are………Virgins! If not for The Non-Virgins, there would be no Catholic Church. I hope you are laughing!

I was a virgin and twenty years of age when I had my near-death experience. The Holy Conspiracy to keep me a virgin, is profound. Then came the Holy Conspiracy to take my virginity – after my return! Then came the Holy Conspiracy to take my offspring – and oppress my book!

To my grandson….Know this day, that your were wanted. This day is your day. There is a great big wide world out there that no longer waits to celebrate your….Being!

The Conspiracy of Angels.

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Briarcliff Rose

My Wrong Daughter

Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias

Song of Songs

The Phantom of Lily Rose

My Wrong Daughter

“Several years before he started impersonating Bobby, he was a leech
in the Dead scene. He had a huge tape collection and would get
people to give him boxes full of blank tapes, pretending he was
going to fill them with rare gems. I knew people who got scammed
this way. That’s why we took keen notice of reports that he had
moved on to a whole new level of scamming. Amazing that he kept
impersonating Bobby even after being busted for it!”

2:2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias

1164/ To Godschalk Rosemondt

This undated letter follows Ep 1153 and Erasmus’s visit to Cologne.

It also report an event that took place on 25 November. It was published in the Epistle ad diversoss.

ERASMUS TO THE DISTIGUISHED THEOLOGIN GODSCHALK ROSEMOND, MODERATOR OF THE FAMOUS UNIVERSITY OF LOUVAIN, GRETTING

I have no desire to interrupt you so often with a letter, and yet it
is better for us both. We had enjoyed silence for a time from the
Frisian Domnican who put a gloss long ago on my Moria and since on
my Antibarbari, pouring every sort of rant and calummy on my name
and reputation. And he supposes he is doing right, for this reason
if no other, that I have touched on monks in what I write, although
I always refrain from the outrageous tales told of them too often –
and let us hope, without foundation – by common report, and repeated
of late at the crowded dinner table of the cardinal of Sion, and
have always avoided names of men and even of orders.

Look at all the ONES in this video!

Lillium Regis

by Francis ThompsonO Lily of the King! low lies thy silver wing,
And long has been the hour of thine unqueening;
And thy scent of Paradise on the night-wind spills its sighs,
Nor any take the secrets of its meaning.O Lily of the King! I speak a heavy thing,
O patience, most sorrowful of daughters!
Lo, the hour is at hand for the troubling of the land,
And red shall be the breaking of the waters.Sit fast upon thy stalk when the blast shall with thee talk,
With the mercies of the king for thine awning;
And the just understand that thine hour is at hand,
Thine hour at hand with power in the dawning.
When the nations lie in blood, and their kings a broken brood,
Look up, O most sorrowful of daughters!
Lift up thy head and hark what sounds are in the dark,
For His feet are coming to thee on the waters!O Lily of the King! I shall not see, that sing,
I shall not see the hour of thy queening!
But my song shall see, and wake, like a flower that dawn-winds shake,
And sigh with joy the odors of its meaning.
O Lily of the King, remember then the thing
That this dead mouth sang; and thy daughters,
As they dance before His way, sing there on the Day,
What I sang when Night was on the waters!

The Saga of Lily-Rose

Posted on October 31, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press

There is no doubt I am a Seer, who can see into the future. I went on the war path for my un-born granddaugter. I did this so I could have a spiritual influence on Lily-Rose. As a Nazarite, I believe in un-born Children being filled with the Holy Spirit while in their mother’s womb. Patrice Hanson did not want me to have such an influence. With the appearence of Rosamond Clifford Dew, I, a male, am in the driver’s seat. Royal people do not exist without history. The Plantagenet linage begins with King Henry the second, who allegedly put Rosamond Clifford in a labyrinth, that we arrive at the center of, and await the blessed birth of my granddaughter, that I suggest be named Rosamond Clifford Dew.

My Grandson -Tyler Hunt

Bosch’s Disciple

Posted on March 2, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press

Yesterday, I discovered a great candidate for ‘Bosch’s Disciple’ on the internet. Tommorow I am going to the University of Oregon library, and look at the papers of Damon Knight, a science fiction writer of note, who lived and died in Eugene Oregon. Damon wrote ‘Will The Real Hieronymus Bosch Please Stand Up?’ that was on the internet ten years ago, and has disappeared. Damon will love my raising of his work – from the dead! I will give him credit for my discovery in regards to the missing figures in ‘The Wedding Feast At Cana’.

I am grateful to the Muses for the inspiration of my new Muse, Lara Roozemond.

Lara: Kun je naar het Zwanebroedershuis gaan en op zoek gaan naar Roesmont-wappen? Maak een video, alsjeblieft.

Jon Presco

College of the Falcon For Poor Students

Portals of the Sea Swans

Rosamond Press

<> on April 16, 2017 in Vatican City, Vatican.

Friday, March 9, 2018, I looked in a box a the Knight Library. I did not find what I was looking for. However, the gentleman at the desk suggested I look on the internet. When I got home – Eureka! My book explodes with knowledge – and images! I have decided not to share all of my findings, and my understanding of Hieronymus Bosch. I looked in a box containing the writing of the late, Damon Knight. I wish he were alive. He failed to identify the figure of what looks like a Pope holding a church. Tonight CNN begins a series on the Pope. I believe the figure in front of the Pope, is my kindred. Note the medallion.

I may have spent ten thousand hours on the internet researching my Rose Line. On Saturday, an old friend said;

“Computers…

Swan Brothers of The Last Judgement

Posted on November 19, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press

“Judge not, lest thee be judged.”

“Thou shalt not bring false witness against thy neighbor.”

There are two families at the epicenter of a Apocalyptic Message, the Trump and Rosemond family. Both families are undergoing a inquisition. I believe President Trump is on course to bring the world to an end.

John ‘The Nazarite’

Our Sweet Lady and Swan Brethren

Posted on June 23, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hieronymus_Bosch

2:2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias

1164/ To Godschalk Rosemondt

This undated letter follows Ep 1153 and Erasmus’s visit to Cologne.

It also report an event that took place on 25 November. It was published in the Epistle ad diversoss.

ERASMUS TO THE DISTIGUISHED THEOLOGIN GODSCHALK ROSEMOND, MODERATOR OF THE FAMOUS UNIVERSITY OF LOUVAIN, GRETTING

. . 1153/ To Godschalk
Rosemondt Louvain 18 October
1520

Gottschalk Rosemondt of Eindhoven in Northern Brabant, matriculated
at the University of Louvain on 1499 and remained there until his
death in 1526. A doctor of divinity in 1516, he succeeded in 1520 to
the chair o f theology formerly held by Jan Briart. Like Briart he
was a personal friend of the future Pope Adrian V1. His prominent
position in the theological faculty notwithstanding , he retained an
open mind towards humanists studies and a measure of sympathy for
Erasmus. This letter is addressed to him in his capacity as rector
of the university for the winter term of 1520-21 (cf Matricule de
Louvain 111-1963) It was published in the Epistolae ad diverse.

In preparation for a confrontations with the theologian Nicolass
Baechem Egmondanus, to be held in the presence of the rector,
Erasmus launches an elaborate protest against his opponent, who had
attacked him from the pulpit of St, Peter’s church on 9 and 14
October, cf Ep 1162s

1162/ To Thomas
More Louvain
November? 1520

This letter give a spirited account between Erasmus and Nicolas
Baechem Egmondanus before the rector of the of the university of
Louvain, Godschlak Rosemondt. Printed in the Epistle ad diverse, it
was no doubt composed with a wider public in mind; Thomas More, to
whom it is addressed, need not have been told at length an episode
of which he was himself a protagonist. Erasmus also described the
confrontation with Baecahmen in Ep 1173:29-109

ERASMUS OF ROTTERDAM TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS MORE GRETTING

The story that has reached you about my little dispute with Nicolaus
Egdmondanus in the pressed of the rector of this university is not
wholly true, and yet not quite devoid of truth; such is the way of
rumor, which likes to enhance the facts and tell the story with a
difference. Nor are he and I so much at variance that I would
willingly see him the victim of false reports. So here is the true
story, since I see that in your part of the world you are so idle
you can find time to follow the silly things we do here.

I had written to the rector of the university to protest against the
attacks made on me by Egmondamus in the pulpit and he wrote back
that if I was prepared to listen in person while he did his tale
unfold, we might perhaps come to some agreement. I replied that I
had no objection, though well aware that no lasting good would come
of it. So we met, and the rector took the chair, with me on the
right and Egmondamus on the left. This arrangement was not without
point. He knew Egmondamu’s temperament, and of me he had quite the
wrong idea: he thought I was capable of losing my temper. So he sat
between us, to keep the combatants apart. There upon the rector
opened the subject in a few words, and then, with a countenance of
wonderful and comical gravity Egmondanus began: `I have spoken ill
of no man in my sermon. If Erasmus thinks he has suffered an injury,
let him declare it, and I will answer him.’I asked him whether there
could be a more atrocious injury that to traduce an innocent man in
a public sermon with a string of lies. That roused him at once;
dropping the mask he assumed, and almost purple in the face (his
face was red already, for it was after dinner), `And why, pray, says
he. `do you traduce me in your religious books, `I replied, `your
name is never mentioned.’ Nor has your,’ he retorted, `ever been
uttered in my sermons.’ I denied that my books were religious books,
for in them I set down my down my own imaginings and write whatever
come into my head – a thing, I added, which is not allowed in the
pulpit. `Beside which’, I said’ `I have written for less about you
then the facts warrant. You have told lies about me in public,
calling me a supporter of Luther, whom I have never supported in the
sense that the public reads into your words and you mean yourself.’
By this time he was not merely exited, he was like a madman. `No,
no’, he shouted, `you are behind the whole lot. You are the slippery
customer, the double-dealer; you can twist everything somehow by the
tail.’ And he spewed up, rather than uttered, much more of the same
kind, which glittering bile at the moment put into his head.

I felt my own hackles rising, and already let out a word which was
the forerunner of rather intemperate language, not exactly `Thou
fool’ but something of the sort that would smell worse then it
sounds. But I controlled myself instantly, thinking it better to
respect my won health ( for I was poorly) and that of the rector,
who was also in the doctor’s hands, beside which it seemed foolish
and undignified to answer a madman in his own language.. So I turned
to the rector with a smile and said,’ I could bring evidence of his
outrageous calumnies, and I could return his abuse. He calls me
slippery; I could call him in my turn a fox..

Rosemondt and Erasmus

Posted on April 20, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press

My ancestor a good friend of a Pope, and he was a friend of the Great Erasmus – whom he defended! Pope Adrien’s papal papers were probably thrown out in the trash by the Medici, along with Gottschalk’s papers? They were at the cusp of the Reformation and, and the center of Dutch Renaissance. Note the wallpaper behind Erasmus, that is like the work of Kehinde Wily, that took me to the very feet of Erasmus and his Habsburg backer – unknowingly!

Members of the Rosemont family were interred in the Minderbroedersklooster that was founded by the Franciscan Monks. Above are my Wieneke kindred who were members of the Order of Saint Francis. This is the real Rose Line. I was destined for the Church.

I am convinced Lara Roozemont and her family are kin to me and Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor.

Renaissance Castle

Posted on September 5, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press

Ghisburtus van Roesmont was a Dutch nobleman of some importance. His mother was jonkvrouw Adriana Theodorici Rover, the daughter of Dirk Edmondszn Roover. The Roover family appears to descend from one of the Radbot rulers of Holland who was given the name Roover, or Rover due to conquest of the Netherlands. Arnoldus Rosemont also descends to Radbot, who was employed by the Franks to fight the Normans, the Vikings, who were called Rovers. The elder Radbot was allied with the Franks to fight the Viking, many who carried a banner with the image of a wolf. Was their marriage with a Merovingian princess, and thus a marriage union to carry on this line?

The Rosemonts are mentioned in the genealogical book, Taxandria, an extinct province that was replaced by ‘s-Hertogenbosch that had no rulers, or Papal interference, which is rare. The Swan Brethren appear to have owned Saint John’s Church, and ran its affairs as a guild.

Ghisburtus Rosemont was the church warden of Saint John, and later sat in the ships chair. The chances her knew the Renaissance Artist, Hieronymus Bosch, and his father, is very high for his job to was to hire artists and craftsman.

“Only in 1454th – in 1455 were Van Aken and his wife a member of the Brotherhood of Our Lady . In 1461 – 1462 kreeg he was commissioned damaged (by fire) altarpiece of the Brotherhood in the former St. John’s Church in collaboration with the master painter Claes Schoonhoven.

This is a remarkable discover. It puts my kindred at the heart of the Dutch Renaissance, for starters.

Here is a translation of a event, a miracle. There is a box. What is the object. What is “Cloth Hall”?

“On March 16, 1384, Ghijsbrecht Rosemont, witnessed a miracle with Jacob Mertensz. [No. 322 Miracles of Our Lady at ‘s-Hertogenbosch 1381-1603].
Henrick Painter, ships from Den Bosch in 1383 shared in 1397 with Chris Ruffle Mont Tijn a box in the Cloth Hall, which had been the case. Late Godscalck Roes Mont. In 1430 Godschalk Roes Mouth, buy the high sheriff of Den Bosch and Meierij castle Maurick. In 1442 he sold it back to Henry of Vladeracken.

The emblem worn by the Swan Brethren depicts a a rose, or lily,
amongst thorns. At the root of the rose is the Latin word SICUT which
is the first word from a line from Song of Songs.

2:2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias

What They Say About Rose Line

http://bossche-encyclopedie.nl/personen/roesmont,%20ghiselbertus.htm

ers, who were then still underage, will have been legal children of Ghijsbrecht and Lady Margriet. Master Godschalc was born in Eindhoven around 1483, studied artes in Leuven in 1499 and was promoted there in 1502 as the third of 99 students to magister artium . In 1510 he was nominated by the OLV fraternity for a benefice in the Bossche St.Jan and since 1515 he was also canon of the St.Petrus church in Leuven. He also always resided in Leuven where he was a professor in theology from 1515 and wrote a number of popular tracts.

On September 18, 1467, Ghijsbrecht Roesmont, counselor of Den Bosch and widower of Mabelia , added a codicil to this will in the presence of Rembout Vilt (no.403). Ghijsbrecht, who previously lived in the Orthenstraat (1422), then stayed – exhausted by his old age – in his house at the Zijle. As witnesses, the codicil includes the secretary Rutgher van Arkel (no.14), Ghijsbrechts servant and clerk Sander Pyeck van Batenburg (no.313) and his servant Lysbeth Goyart Goebelens from Eindhoven. In addition to the latter two, Ghijsbrecht also left goods to the St. Lambert church in Liege, the Bossche St. Jan, the St. Peter’s church in Vught, the parish church of Uden and the Bossche OZ brotherhood, as well as Katherijn, widow of the goldsmith. Arnt vander Weyden, to Goetscalc and Jan, sons of his late cousin Jan Goetscalcs Roesmont, and to “the other heirs”. Ghijsbrecht is mentioned in the obitus fratrum of the OLV fraternity under the year 1469/70, together with Rutgher van Arkel, secretary, and master Gerit Boest, counselor and secretary (see no.57). Ghijsbrecht probably died in the beginning of 1470. He was provided with the last sacraments by Brother Alart Alartss, Minderbroeder, and will be buried in the Minderbroedersklooster, just like some other members of his family. As far as he knows, he did not leave children behind. Still, he must have had a son Goyart because on September 12, 1422, Ghijsbrecht drew up a concept in the Bosch ‘protocol in which Henric Heyme promised to pay 50 Arnoldus guilders to ” michi ad opus Godefridi, filii May “.9)

Minderbroedersklooster (‘s-Hertogenbosch)

The Minderbroedersklooster in ‘s-Hertogenbosch was the first monastery founded by the Franciscans in the present Netherlands . The monastery stood on the corner of the current Pensmarkt and Minderbroedersstraat and continued until the current Snellestraat . The Franciscans settled in ‘s-Hertogenbosch in 1228 . This is only two years after the death of the founder of order Francis of Assisi . On a site that Henry I of Brabant had given to the Franciscans, they would establish a monastery and a church . In 1256 the church is demolished to build a new, larger monastery church. In 1263 this church is dedicated by Henricus van Vianden , the Bishop of Utrecht .

Jon Presco

Sealed Letters From the Rose Fox

The Rose Wolf and Erasmus

Posted on September 15, 2017by Royal Rosamond Press

Erasmus wrote letters to Rosemondt. One letter has the Rosemondt wolf seal on it. This is about the Spanish Inquisition. and of great interest to the history of Haarlem. This is one of the greatest genealogical studies of all time.

Jon Presco

Adopting Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor

Posted on September 9, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Capturing Beauty

John Presco

I own a registered newspaper in Lane County. Royal Rosamond Press is titled “A newspaper for the arts.”. I made an incredible discovery about my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, that I was going to save for my autobiography, but, because of pressing world events, this book may never get done – never be done. I discovered Liz Taylor was a Zionist and made personal trips to the Middle East to search for Peace. She even offered herself as a hostage? This puts us the same Spiritual Path that does not end with death. As a Nazarite I consider myself a convert to Judaism. I went to the Hillel Center in Eugene and talked to a Rabbi. I consider my late cousin my ally on many levels.

https://www.jpost.com/jewish-world/jewish-news/elizabeth-taylor-an-ardent-zionist

I had a harrowing ride with my therapist as I rested Christine from the outsiders who claimed in their book members of my family looted the house of a famous artist after her funeral. This was Vicki Presco’s way of blessing the sale of my families’ artistic legacy, and in turn Stacey Pierrot gave her silent partner her share of the family partnership prints that our sister refused to return to her.

I compared our ride to a Spookhouse ride in cars that abruptly zig-zag back and forth exposing you to one screeching witch and skeleton, after another. It was the Toad’s Wild Ride. I tell Barbara I called Christine when I came to town, and her new husband told me I had to make an appointment. Barbara’s jaw dropped. I warned her our session was going to be like a Fellini movie. I did not disappoint. Both of us were in the audience – eating popcorn.

“He was the bartender at the Balboa Lounge and got Rosemary and Lillian shit-faced drunk all the time. Rick Partlow heard all the inside stuff. He was an out of work actor. Rosemary warned him about me – the real artist! They set me up!”

I come home form therapy and I am being attacked on one of the Taylor Facebook groups by a guy who suggests I am deluded and insane after I posted on Thor and Tolkien. I made it clear to him that Elizabeth saw herself as a member of a artistic family, and that was more important to her than being a famous actress. Facebook has become Ambush City – with Sanity Trial.

With the discovery that Philippe Henri Noyer did Taylor’s portrait, it all comes together for me. Noyer is a Pre-Rosamond Artist, as is Phillip Boileau, our kin. The work of the Keanes is added to the Art Show my newspaper has put together. Add to this the work of Fanny Corey, who encouraged Royal Rosamond to become a writer, and you have a set and established style that begs a name………ROSAMONDISH!

To the annoyance of some, I have been playing Paper Rosamond Dolls with my famous cousin who I described as being lonely at the core of her soul because she had become DETACHED from her people, her roots, her Irish People……Her Clan Rosamond! I will establish such a clan in America – a first! I will do Liz and Christine’s portrait.

I have been having visions, about who Liz would love the most of the Four Rosamond Sisters. Let’s start with Bonnie Bigalow whose husband owned Sam’s Anchor Cafe and Crushons in Berkeley where I saw a original Keene on the wall. I see Liz and Bonnie having lunch at Sams where Herb Caen had a reserved stool. I see Herb coming over and asking to be seated.

Here is a photo of Bonnie and June is riding boots. Bonnie and Jim are turning in their graves at being included in the slander our family was not fit to bury our dead. That is Bonnie on the left. If she were alive she would not be bragging on her niece employing Tom Snyder’s book. I see her lifting her phone to dial her attorney. Bonnie is eight years older than Liz, and would take her under her wing and show her the California Ropes. Bonnie was a Tough Dame! Like most sisters, they would – posthumously come to one another’s defense!

What confounded Barbara and I, was, why Stacey Pierrot and her ghost writer create Posthumous Artificial Drama to sell art, and a movie. As if Christine’s life was not dramatic enough! There had to be a decision made, between two people;

“We need more drama. Let’s make stuff up! To make sure they make a movie!”

This make-believe puts the actress Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor firmly in my camp, because thespians have long been victims of The National Enquirer. How about artists?

Rosemary’s Right To Grieve

Build Janke Crypt Inside Ralston Hall

Posted on July 6, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

May be an image of ticket stub, money and text that says '8 P INDEPENDENT ORDER OF ODDFELLOWS Offirialg Vertifitate 8-27-23 8-27 19 Chis Crrtifies that HAS BAD Spped SIGNAT 珍o John MARGIN Presc HERE Tn Spurffiedoo sum LODGE LODGEN70 0٥ 1.O.0.F Spung the Thity crefon rooDollars infull/forallchargesto chargesto infull EXCEPT ASSESSMENTS LEVIED Jeresa)s 12-31-23 AFTER THE DATEOF THIS CERTIFICATE No. 1065 12-31-23 SECRE Gat RETARY ARY Signature Holder SEAL Not volid after'

Before one launches the Greatest Historic Justice Case in California History, one is required to establish Good Faith and Honorable Intensions as proof your suit is not pure malice and revenge. You want to prove Historic Justice – is on your side. When I found the floorplan of Ralston Hall showing the original outline of the small house Count Cipriani put together with screws, I wondered if he purchased one of the six homes Janke brought around the Cape. Was it – unpacked? There is talk about whether or not the citizens of Belmont will still have access to Walston Hall after Stanford build there campus. I will write them, again, and insist they respect my dead – and conduct a complete historic research,

I became an Oddfellow a year ago. I am going to get baptized into the LDS Church, and my ancestors will be baptized – with me! The Ralston Family Crypt will contain the DNA of Carl and Dorothea, and her mother. There will be three vacant crypt for my daughter and grandson who were with me inside the Janke-Stuttmeister in Colma that William Stuttmeister paid for to inter his kin before they were dug out of their graves at the Oddfellow Cemetery. My attorneys will paint a beautiful landscape as seen throught the eyes of William, where he is – very well pleased with – the results!

There will be a stain glass window like the one in Colma that reads

“Carl and Dorothea Janke: Founders of Belmont.”

“All’s well…………………………………………………………………………………………………..that ends well!”

My Odd Fellow Kindred Evicted From Graves

Posted on March 23, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press

At great expense to himself, my great-grandfather, William Suttmeister, moved the bodies of his wife and kindred from the Laurel Hill cemetery in San Francisco to a tomb in Colma where I brought my daughter and grandson so they can own their heritage. These bodies were evicted from their graves. Many tombstones were used to make a sea wall.

The Royal Crockett Gallery | Rosamond Press

Laurel District | Rosamond Press

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.”

http://art.famsf.org/wa-janke-founded-belmont-picnic-grounds-and-first-turn-verein-bush-street-39933

Stuttmeister – Pioneer of Marin County | Rosamond Press

“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.

Stuttmeister ‘The Wonder Man’ | Rosamond Press

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