When Denny Lawhorn finally acknowledged – I EXIST – and, admitted he had read my posts – that were disappeared hours after I posted them…..I wondered why he didn’t comment on the Stuttmeister tomb in Berlin, and the Stuttemiseter crypt, in Colma. I posted the newspaper account of the wedding in Ralston Hall of William Stuttmeister, and Augustus Janke, the granddaughter of Carl Janke, a Founding Father of Belmont. I would later read Denny was engrossed with doing his own genealogy, and had traveled to Britain to gather a vast amount of information – ON A ABSOLUTE NOBODY! He gave Family Tree Making lessons at the Old Folks Home built next to Twin Pines Park.
The first person that responded was Cynthia McCarthy who said she had just found my posts after four days – after she checked in on the Belmont Historical Facebook page. I told her Facebook sends a ping to your phone when anything is posted on any of your pages. I got – more silent treatment. She said my posts were taken down automatically and would be reposted once they were…….APPROVED!
On June 11, 2025, at 7:45 AM. I wondered if MY NAME is found anywhere in the official history of Belmont. How about the name of a world famous artist, Christine Rosamond Benton? How about William Stuttmeister. What occurred to me, is ,Cynthia and Denny – FOUND THIS BLOG – years ago! Did they wonder what they would do – when alas I found the Belmont Historical Society?
I think we are looking at CONSPIRACY TO WIPE OUT…………MY NAMES!
John Presco
To be continued
WATCH THIS SPACE
Your Name
Posted on January 19, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Your Name
by Royal Rosamond
The tide was low today, my love
A cadence of the sea was wrought
In melancholy strain, and low and fraught
With whisperings of your name above
The deep sea song!
A shell that lured along the shore
Whispered; “I love you evermore!”
I wrote your name upon the sands –
Would that I traced with gentle hands –
The minor chords were wont to spell
Each syllable!
The tide is high tonight, my dear.
The rock-bound shore loves the wave
But sends it dying to its grave.
The low base notes vie with the fear
The wind send on
The all-encircling gloom
Descended o’er old ocean’s tomb!
Your name is gone tonight, my love:
The angry surge rushed in above.
It cries aloud, with sea gull’s shrill
“I love you still!”
Rosamond Press 
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