Detail of the honorary sabre. Courtesy Dwight D. Eisenhower Presidential Library & Museum, Abilene, Kansas.
Eisenhower’s Sword
I was born on October 8. 1946 three days after Yon Kippur – during a starshower. When I read the news of the double comet I thought about the Two Witnesses, and, if like Twain, I would die on my birthday.
When I saw the news of Pete Hesgeth plugging his book ‘The War On Warriors’ I knew a new kind of literature was born. I saw it coming for over a year. I was having trouble keeping my fictional characters from joining the Culture War that has led to the military invasion of Oregon. I have titled Rena Easton ‘Helen of Troy’, Commadore Easton inspired me to author a James Bond novel. When I saw Eisenhower’s Sword this morning, I saw the Excalibur of the Netherlands. I have bid Lara Roozemond to take up such a sword and join The Quest.
Trump and Hesgeth are Lords of the Orcs, They are destroying art and history, Trump’s want of Eisenhower’s Sword, is the signal to the Bohemian Warriors under White Mountain – and more! The City of Troy was once considered it a myth. It generated many legends, poetry, and LITURATURE! That literature – changed with the truth! Truth is real!
It is to the truth…..we go!
John Presco
James Bond Author
Good Day, Cees. This morning I found the sword that your Queen gave General Eisenhower. My President is trying to give it to King Charles. But, this sword is already promised to the one who inspired me as I rode along, seeking the truth in all things, and a true beauty in this world. This sword will never leave America. This honor, will never be owned by a king. This sword honors the Two Democracies that were liberated. And two hearts that love liberty above….all things!
The Eisenhower sword
- Symbol of gratitude: The elaborate sabre was a symbol of gratitude for the Allied victory in World War II. Made of gold and silver with inlaid gemstones, it was forged over more than a year due to postwar material shortages.
- Personalization: It is engraved with the message “Grateful memory of the glorious liberation,” and features the Netherlands’ coat of arms on its pommel.
- Permanent location: The sword is part of the collection at the Dwight D. Eisenhower Presidential Library in Abilene, Kansas, where it is often displayed.
The 2025 controversy
In October 2025, reports emerged that the director of the Eisenhower Presidential Library, Todd Arrington, was forced to resign after refusing to hand over the original Dutch sword to the Trump administration.
- Administration request: Ahead of a state visit, the administration asked the library for a sword to be gifted to King Charles III as a symbol of the “special relationship” between the U.S. and the U.K.
- Director’s refusal: Arrington declined the request, explaining that the sword was U.S. government property meant to be preserved for the American public.
- Alternative gift: After the library’s refusal, King Charles III ultimately received a replica West Point cadet saber.
- Forced resignation: Although Arrington initially received no pushback, he was told to resign or be fired a few weeks later. The stated reason was that he could “no longer be trusted with confidential information,” though news reports indicated the conflict over the sword was a key factor in his ousting.
Lara Roozemond – Poet and Muse
Posted on February 24, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
For three days I have been composing a Common Male Bond, one the British crowd would be pleased with, and…………………
—– THAT CROWD! They’re —–BORES! I’m sticking with Lara!
After Rena Easton resigned as my Muse, I was crushed -beyond belief! I was going to
GIVE UP!
I then went looking for a new muse. I found Lara. Then I found her father and his father. Then I played this video……..AND A STAR AND MOVIE IS BORN!
There is a huge lawsuit over the lack of exploitation of….THE BOND BRAND! I can make the case
I’VE BEEN EXPLOITING AWAY! AND HAVEN’T MADE A —– DIME! My star, thinks I’m
CRAZZZZZZZZZZZY!
But, this is my show, my production, my star…..and my story! I need a new Bond. I want a fresh….
Rose!
Once upon a time a child of nine found herself being overwhelmed by her famous father who was the master breeder for Frisian horses. She knew she was adopted. Her mother had worked in the College of Arms, and after she gave birth to Lara, she left her in the isle of catalogues. She is the granddaughter of James Bond, via his murdered wife, Teresa.
Roozemond and the Royal Frisian Horse
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is photograph of Lara Roozemond, and her father, Cees Roozemond. It appears she has one a prize for horsemanship. Why don’t we see this laurel under her beautiful images? Why didn’t she give me a simple reply to my first question. How did she know I was not going to hire her? She asks for feedback on her work post-poems. Is she a published writer or, did she star in any films? She responds to this post.
Play both videos at the same time. This is the movie going on in Lara’s head. Look at her! She is a Royal Frisian Thoroughbred! Is she now interested in writing her own story – about herself? Did I not lay my book down before her, and she has me taken away and locked in a cell! Dilly! Dilly!
I got one hell of a movie! Lara Roozemond is the Dark Answer to National Velvet. Game of Horses and Roses! This is Victoria Bond’s bratty period, where she turns her back on Aunt Annie. I guess Lara didn’t read I am authoring a movie around her in my James Bond revival – that just got a booster shot in the arm!
Lara, the person, has just become a member of the Rosamond Cult that formed around my sister. Like I said, my book is writing itself. How about ‘Black Bond’. ‘Dark Bond’. ‘Black Beauty’? I got my own Romance series! Yeeehaaaw!
BEHOLD!…….THE FRISIAN GOD! Play both videos!
First off, Cees Roozemond is in the news, and is very topicle. I own a registered newspaper in Lane County Oregon, titled Royal Rosamond Press. I am a reporter for this paper. I get to write articles about Cees. After informing Lara Roozemond that there is a good chance we are kin, I got no direct communication from her. I did beco
Lara Roozemond Is Here
Posted on August 22, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
Roozemond – has arrived!
“Look like a Cat-Bitch!”
When I began ‘The Royal Janitor’ I wanted to start on the ground floor of social media that I was very involved in – at my age! When I found fashion photos of Roozemond, I followed her to facebook and other such places – that she was JUST VISITING! She was going to acting school and posting her poetry. Women don’t write poems – least put them on line – as a sideline! I declared her a Bohemian. But, she was off to higher places that vanished with the coronavirus. The new James Bond movie was the first BIG VICTIM! Laura adapted! She is Victoria Bond – FOR REAL!
Roozemond is taking on a WORLD CRISIS! Our image of BELLE is forced to change. Beauty has moved to the core of the Labyrinth – for protection? No. BEAUTY is battling the BEAST on the front line. Lara has ROSE to the occasion. Like everyone else, Lara is in Lock-Down – on a barge in Holland-Hoe? I see my daughter in her. Do a DNA test…..Lara.
When I saw the second video of Ms. Roozemond this morning, I was deeply in love with my muse – again! I studied her over and over, and the flame got so much higher. Her right eyebrow intrigues me. I want to be next to her. I want to interview her so I can behold that eyebrow up close – in person. To stare into those sea-grey eyes and long to kiss her cherub mouth, is the world constantly being renewed so we can go round, and come back to this place,
again.
Laura upstaged the woman that interviewed her – and she knows it! Roozemond has so much class. It is in her upbringing. The depth of her animated characters are just coming on to the stage. She should be the host of this show. In five years she will rule Holland’s media – when the woman emerge – speaking better English than the English, with the American Black inflection, moving to the music and making me laugh.
I found her just in time – again! I’ve been working on an idea for six days. Lara fits in. I see her true work and role in the world that is more about “not to be” verses “to be”. We all got it, we can no longer put on pretenses?
I like to believe Ms. Roozemond watched one of my Wee Willy tapes. Hey! Wait! WTF! Did Lara just send me a poem? It’s been over a year since I read one. How I have ached for her verses. Did she write this poem – with me in mind! OMG! I’m THE ONE she writes to – and she’s my MUSE! It’s a symbiotic Museship! Wow!
Lara should do a reading with a blow-up of one of her cat-bitches in the background. A poetry prop! Then she comes on stage with big slippers and a shower cap. Sharon Stone needs bobby-pins in the dead of night. I will prepare – two canvas! I will work on two portraits of Roozemond – at the same time! One is not good enough!
John Presco
Look Like A Cat Bitch
(The Complaint of Fair Roozemond)
Brother
I ain’t going to feel bad
when-if
you fall for this
side of me
and you get this
because that’s what I look like
point-0ne-three percent of the time
Do you really expect me
to look like this?
Do you understand the work
brother
It don’t work like that
brother
So I aint going to feel bad
Do ya?
Joint Plan Between EU and U.S.A.
Posted on March 26, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
Joe Biden, on the left, and Ursula von der Leyen, on the right, at a press conference in Brussels. [Xavier Lejeune/European Commission]
Here is a old post where I try to recruit the Roozemond family into my Bond book, and a REAL MISSION to make a propaganda movie to defeat Putin. Was I seen as – INSANE? Europe has not had such an amazing Visionary on their side – in how many years?
I’m sure Lara Roozemond regrets snubbing me!
John
(50) Kasteel Het Oude Loo in Apeldoorn / Castle The old Loo in Apeldoorn (2020) – YouTube
The Dutch royal family announced Tuesday it will allow Ukrainian refugees to stay in one of its castles.
In a statement reported by The Irish Times, the royal household said 20 to 30 refugees, or about six to eight families, will be able to stay at Het Oude Loo castle, which is on the grounds of….
A spokesman for the Belgian royal family said King Philippe had been moved by his experience visiting with refugees at Heysel refugee center and decided to open his properties.
After visiting the emergency shelter on March 9, King Philippe and Queen Mathilde posted a statement in solidarity with Ukrainians and emphasized the importance of welcoming refugees.
“The war in Ukraine is a humanitarian crisis on a scale not seen in Europe since the Second World War. The anguish of the families we met today is very tangible. Their stories are heartbreaking,” the Belgian monarchs wrote. “We are deeply moved by the solidarity of our fellow citizens in welcoming refugees from Ukraine. We express out support for the Ukrainian people and hope that this war will end as soon as possible.”
Biden will land in Brussels on Wednesday night, as the Russian invasion of Ukraine approaches the one-month mark with no sign of letting up. As the war grinds on and Ukrainian leaders plead for additional assistance, divisions are emerging between allies who want to supply offensive weapons such as fighter jets and others who are wary of escalating the confrontation with Moscow.
“The war in Ukraine is a humanitarian crisis on a scale not seen in Europe since the Second World War. The anguish of the families we met today is very tangible. Their stories are heartbreaking,” the Belgian monarchs wrote. “We are deeply moved by the solidarity of our fellow citizens in welcoming refugees from Ukraine. We express out support for the Ukrainian people and hope that this war will end as soon as possible.”
The United Nations estimates that more than three million people have fled Ukraine since the Russian invasion nearly a month ago. While the majority of refugees have ended up in neighboring countries like Poland, Romania, and Moldova, thousands have reached countries in Western Europe, including Belgium.
Belgium expects around 200,000 Ukrainians will seek refuge in their country, per Politico, and Belgian’s royal family is stepping up to help. Per the Royal Trust, a charity created over a century ago to manage the royal’s family assets, three royal family properties will become available for housing for Ukrainian refugees in early April.
The locations include two properties in Wallonia and Brussels, and one in Tervuren which formerly served as a vaccination center.
“These are accommodations whose original purpose was to be made available to social agencies to accommodate people on low incomes,” Jan Smets, president of the Royal Trust, said. “That mission corresponds well to what we wish to achieve with the Royal Trust.”
“Given the refugee crisis, we will make these house [sic] available for emergency reception,” Smets added.
UN reports nearly 2 million Ukrainians have fled to Poland
King Philippe and Queen Mathilde, the Belgian monarchs, have met with Ukrainian refugees in the past two weeks, visiting both a refugee registration center and an emergency shelter.
© Photonews – Getty ImagesKing Philippe visits the registration centre for Ukrainian refugees, in Brussels, Belgium on March 16, 2022.
The president’s decision to visit Poland reflects that country’s position at the epicenter of an intensifying refugee crisis, as about 300,000 Ukrainian refugees have sought safety in Warsaw since the conflict began. Biden, who may visit a refugee camp while he is in Poland, is expected to promise significant U.S. help with the crisis.
Poland is the biggest — and arguably the most central — country on Europe’s eastern flank, bordering Ukraine and Belarus on one side and Germany on the other. With Washington and Warsaw recently at odds over whether to provide fighter jets to Ukraine, Biden’s visit is an opportunity to make the case that the alliance remains united despite such differences.
Despite some calls for him to do so, Biden does not plan to visit Ukraine, the White House said Monday, given the dangers of a president entering a war zone.
Although the White House has not announced that Biden will visit refugees while he is in Poland, many in Biden’s circle expect him to do so. White House press secretary Jen Psaki said Monday that Biden and the European leaders will discuss “military coordination, humanitarian and economic coordination,” while in Poland Biden will “talk about everything from refugees, refugee assistance and continued assistance we can all provide together.”
More broadly, the president’s trip is aimed at ensuring that the United States and its allies keep working together against Russian President Vladimir Putin as Russia’s assault on Ukraine continues.
“Unity has been front and center for the president in terms of what will make us successful over time — unity with our European counterparts, unity among NATO, unity among the G-7,” Psaki said. “And that doesn’t happen by accident. And so coming out of this, what the president is hoping to achieve is continued coordination and a unified response to the continued escalatory actions of President Putin.”
In one sense, the trip may prove to be more symbolic than substantive. It remains unclear what further action the United States and its allies are prepared to take to punish Russia and to bolster the defense of Ukraine. The West has already unleashed a crippling package of sanctions against Moscow and provided billions of dollars in military assistance to Kyiv.
But diplomats and analysts said Biden’s visit to the heart of Europe, at a time of war and upheaval like the current one, has its own value.
“The most fundamental deliverable is for the U.S. president to show up at the time of the greatest crisis in European security since the end of the Second World War,” said Ian Lesser, the vice president of the German Marshall Fund. “There’s an opportunity for American leadership, there’s an expectation for American leadership. That symbolism is actually highly important.”
Biden will probably be applauded in Brussels for his actions to pull together the transatlantic alliance. The visit to Warsaw could prove trickier.
Poland has taken in millions of Ukrainian refugees, and Polish officials have said they do not have the capacity to handle the influx. Warsaw’s mayor warned in an interview with The Washington Post that the city is on the brink and is struggling to provide enough housing, schooling and medical care for the refugees who continue to cross the border.
In addition, the two nations engaged recently in a public disagreement after the United States essentially declined an offer from Poland to deliver MiG-29 fighter jets to an American military base for use in Ukraine. Biden administration officials raised concerns that Poland’s offer could increase tensions with Russia, which has said that any country hosting Ukraine’s military aircraft would be considered part of the ongoing conflict.
“To my knowledge, it wasn’t pre-consulted with us that they plan to give these planes to us,” Victoria Nuland, the undersecretary of state for political affairs, told the Senate Foreign Relations Committee this month. She characterized Poland’s unusual public offer as a “surprise move by the Poles.”
But the most urgent challenge may be the displacement and flight of so many Ukrainians. Amy Gutmann, the U.S. ambassador to Germany, told reporters Monday in Berlin that the Biden administration is intent on “making sure that the U.S.’s concern and interest in helping with the refugee situation is front and center.”
Gutmann said the United States is prepared to ease the burden on Europe by taking refugees, but that many of those fleeing the fighting may wish to remain closer to Ukraine in hopes of eventually returning home.
“Most refugees want to go back, if they can, when they can,” the ambassador said. “And most don’t want to move farther from home than they have to. That said, I know there’s a willingness on the part of the U.S. to accept Ukrainian refugees if they want to come to the U.S.”
Gutmann hailed cooperation between the United States and Europe in responding to the Kremlin’s aggression, saying Americans feel a “special responsibility” to assist Ukraine even though “we’re more insulated geographically from Putin’s attack.”
Psaki reiterated Monday that Biden will not visit Ukraine, despite some calls from Ukrainian leaders for him to do so.
“Certainly any president of the United States traveling into a war zone requires not only security considerations, but also an enormous amount of resources on the ground, which is always a factor for us as we make considerations,” she said.
Stanley-Becker reported from Berlin.
Order of the Netherlands Lion
Posted on May 1, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Lara Roozemond’s grandfather, is
Cornelis Marinus Lauwerens (Cees) Roozemond (Sint Philipsland, 23 May 1927 – Rotterdam, 18 November 2008) was a Dutch journalist, politician and director. He was, among other things, mayor of Alkmaar. Roozemond was a member of the Labor Party .
He was awarded The Order of the Netherlands that comes from the House of Orange, and William the 1st. from who William the 3rd. descends, whose image is carried in all Orange Parades! Lara Roozemond, and others who were reading this blog, were blown away! I was conducting a Psychic Search for my Rosamond kindred in Holland. The question is, did I find them? Are these Roozemonds rightful owners of this name and Rose Line? Are they Pretenders? There has to be an explanation why there was an attempt to SILENCE ME, even, disappear me!
I believe Lara Roozemond is my kindred, and THEY know it. Lara’s brothers have brown eyes. Lara bright blue eyes like my grandfather, Royal Rosamond! So, this is why she want his blog, removed! She wondered about her eyes, and how she got them.
The chance this Rosemond line, would want to own my history – is high! This is a real Ian Fleming novel. This, is the real deal! They are pouring over this blog! I own, the Last Key! The back and forth battle over these titles and Orange lands – is epic! I now suspect the Giant Roozemont Horse is linked to a human genealogy – that has alas Triumphed! I saw all this and recorded this in a psychic fashion. Go back thirty posts, and read to here!
Perhaps, instead of owning a cote of arms, they own a Royal Frisian Horse? Who knows what truths will reveal themselves – after this! I am free to write a form of Historic-Fiction that Fleming applied via coats of arms. I have found the Rose Line, for in Horse, there is a………..rose!
Victoria Bond is shocked to learn her father, she never met, is living in Holland, and has a stable of Royal Frisian Horses.
John Gregory Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press & Fashions
Denis de Rougemont Founded European Union
The Eisenhower Fleet Slams China Myth
China has been employing a Tolkien-like myth in order to appear superior to the United Allies of the World. Write Wang Junsheng and see if he is open for a chain of City Lights Bookstores being opened all over his beloved Democracy, where we see Wanna-be Beats wearing berets and writing poems about naked Bohemian Girls. Will marijuana soon be legal in China? How about some decadent art in public places? I have a feeling Belmont is going to get some more secret funding.
John von John ‘The Last Bohemian’
(5) The Degenerate Art Exhibition – YouTube
Degenerate Art Exhibition – Wikipedia
The US designated Wang Junzheng, the Secretary of the Party Committee of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, and Chen Mingguo, Director of the Xinjiang Public Security Bureau. “These individuals are designated pursuant to Executive Order (E.O.) 13818, which builds upon and implements the Global Magnitsky Human Rights Accountability Act and targets perpetrators of serious human rights abuse and corruption,” the Treasury Department said.
Jon Rosamond, Author at USNI News
Time for fiction-writing to move into reality. Let me instroduce Jon Rosamond;
About Jon Rosamond
Jon Rosamond is a London-based freelance defense journalist specializing in the naval and maritime security arenas, having previously edited Jane’s Navy International and served as defense correspondent on The News in Portsmouth, England, home of the Royal Navy.
In February, the Dwight D. Eisenhower Carrier Strike Group got to work with Naval Special Warfare in a “historic” and pioneering exercise.
During the composite unit training exercise, about 100 SEALs and Special Warfare Combatant-Craft Crewmen (SWCC) from SEAL Team 10 and Special Boat Team 20 trained alongside conventional Navy forces.
The training was a glimpse of how the Navy could operate in a potential conflict with China in the Indo-Pacific region.
A historic exercise shows how Navy SEALs will keep aircraft carriers in a high-end fight (msn.com)
CNN)The US announced sanctions Monday against two Chinese officials for “serious human rights abuses” against Uyghur Muslims, a step coordinated with allies including the European Union, Canada and the United Kingdom, which imposed sanctions on the same individuals and others, the Treasury Department said.The announcement was part of a broader show of unity by the US and its international allies, all voicing condemnation for Beijing’s repression of Uyghur Muslims and other ethnic minorities in Xinjiang province.In a carefully orchestrated series of statements, the US and allies in Europe, North America and the Asia Pacific created a unified show of force, announcing sanctions and issuing condemnations seemingly meant to isolate and pressure Beijing. The EU announced its own sanctions, followed by the US designations and then a joint statement from US Secretary of State Antony Blinken and the foreign ministers of the so-called Five Eyes intelligence alliance made up of the US, the UK, Australian, Canada and New Zealand.”The evidence, including from the Chinese Government’s own documents, satellite imagery, and eyewitness testimony is overwhelming. China’s extensive program of repression includes severe restrictions on religious freedoms, the use of forced labor, mass detention in internment camps, forced sterilizations, and the concerted destruction of Uyghur heritage,” the joint statement said. All five countries had taken action alongside the EU, the statement said.
President Eisenhower – Artist
Posted on July 11, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
At 7:33 on July 11, 2020, I sent the following e-mail to the President of the United States.
“Dear Mr. President: May I suggest a statue of President Eisenhower be included in your proposed garden. Ike was an artist who rendered a hundred or more paintings while living in your home. He helped defeat the Nazis. He bid the Monument Men to return stolen art to rightful owners. He was a good friend of art dealer, Howard Young, who is the uncle of my kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor.”
For two days I have had enlightened conversations with my friends, Keith, Ray, and Merna, who live in Springfield. We talked about how polarized our Nation has become. We have always sought the middle ground and looked for what we have in common. Yesterday we talked about Howard Young’s friendship with Ike. They hunted, fished, and swam together. They also played poker with rich and powerful men. Three hours later I discover President Eisenhower was a prolific artist who may have seen my kin Liz Taylor on several occasions. They could have fished together. My years of research have struck the motherload in regards of establishing the Artistic Dynasty that is made up of family members – the rival biographers did not find!
I believe Eisenhower is above the fray that has toppled monuments and works of art, because he destroyed the Master Race the destroyers of Caucasian culture and many minorities that were seen as inferior.
After the war President Eisenhower sought the company of men who come from humble roots. How much of an influence Howard had on Ike’s art is to be discovered. I have been puzzled as to why Michael Jackson did a drawing of George Washington and the front door to the White House. Liz encouraged Michael to take up art. Did she tell him about her connection to President Eisenhower – the artist?
Liz’s son married Aileen Getty whose family has amassed one of the largest collections of art in the world. I am going write the Getty Art Museum and suggest they have a show of Ike’s work. My late brother-in-law did the mural at the Getty Villa. My late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton was a famous artist. I was her teacher.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
http://rosamond.com/collections/33008
The only true response to art is to look with an eye like that of a child: unprejudiced, unbiased, clear, and uncommitted. When it is the art of a celebrity, this ideal, always almost unobtainable, becomes progressively difficult. Can we see the work in the dazzle of the artist’s aura? When the paintings of Noel Coward come to auction, they do well enough, but are the buyers interested in Coward himself rather than in his work, bright, confident, and attractive though it is? When Prince Charles, who is a seriously good painter, sends his work to the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, where it shows to great effect, he sends it under a nom-de-plume, precisely so as to allow the selectors to choose or reject only on artistic merit. The prime example is Winston Churchill, a man whom history has already anointed as great. Is it really possible to make an objective judgment of his pictures?
Churchill the painter, of course, is the closest equivalent we have of Dwight D. Eisenhower as painter. It may well have been seeing his friend at work, lost in the joy of his pigments, that first turned Eisenhower’s mind to the possibility of painting himself. His immediate spur, we know, was observing the artist Thomas E. Stephens painting a portrait of Mamie Eisenhower during their all too brief stay at Columbia University. The future president, at the time only president of the university, was intrigued, and his mind, ever restless and emulative, became fascinated by the challenge of himself “copying” what was before him. One of the little-realized facts about Eisenhower was the intensity of his need to excel. Ike looked laid-back and affable, and indeed he was, a delightful man. But at heart he was determined always to be in command, never to be bested. This ambition showed with painful rawness in his boyhood, challenging his elder brothers. He learned to hide it under his easy smile and genuine charm, but one can quite imagine him studying Mamie’s portrait and feeling determined to see if he could find within himself skills to match the artist’s.
Before Stephens made his visit to the Eisenhowers, the president seems to have had no encounter with art except as the hobby of Winston Churchill. Since golf was Eisenhower’s hobby, and always would be, his interest in Churchillian landscapes was benignly detached. After the war though, with time on his hands, this strange activity entered significantly into his own space, as it were. While Mamie and Stephens toured the house to find the best place to hang her portrait, Eisenhower got his aide, John Moaney, to help him stretch a white dust cloth for a canvas to the bottom of a box. Then—one can imagine his puzzled but dogged expression—he tried to copy the picture. He showed the group what he had done, he says, describing his efforts as “weird and wonderful to behold,” adding that “we all laughed heartily.”1Stephens asked for this attempt as a keepsake, and was given it without hesitation. Eisenhower, for all his pride, had no false pride.
Painting was not something Eisenhower wanted to be good at or, perhaps, thought he could be good at. Stephens sent him a complete painting kit, which Ike appreciated but thought a “sheer waste of money,” something the boy from a poor home could never accept comfortably. Maybe it was this innate frugality—the desire not to waste a gift—that spurred him to practice. Eisenhower was convinced that to become a painter, he lacked the one thing necessary, “ability.”2
But he was interested: he enjoyed experimenting. He would not dream of painting, of course, if there were a chance for golf or, for that matter, if he could find bridge partners or set up a poker game. (His legendary skill at poker, said to have added appreciably to his military earnings throughout his career, meant there were few partners to hand.) But at 58, the age in which painting became a part, however tenuous, of his life, the physical demands of golf and his weakening heart made his idle hours more frequent. The Kennedy successors said that Eisenhower had never read a book, which annoyed Mamie, who knew how assiduously he had pored over military history. But that was reading with a purpose: information a soldier needed. Those days were over, and as president, he read little more than Westerns. Painting, with its inbuilt challenge, its very status of being something he was not naturally good at, was a far more attractive option.
Writing to Churchill in 1950, Eisenhower said, “I have a lot of fun since I took it up, in my somewhat miserable way, your hobby of painting. I have had no instruction, have no talent, and certainly no justification for covering nice, white canvas with the kind of daubs that seem constantly to spring from my brushes. Nevertheless, I like it tremendously, and in fact, have produced two or three things that 1 like enough to keep.”3This is language rather different from Churchill’s own, which speaks about art in exalted terms: “Soul,” “Contemplation of harmonies,” “Joy and glory.” 4
But for Churchill, painting genuinely mattered. He had an outdoor hobby, bricklaying, but that satisfied him far less than the aesthetic stimulus he derived from gazing at something beautiful and trying to make visible his personal reaction to it. For Eisenhower, the excitement was in the manual skill in producing a copy, usually of a photograph or a magazine reproduction. (If the weather was fine enough to sit and paint, it was fine enough for golf: no contest!) It was simply the intellectual puzzle of it, how to make on his own canvas what another artist or photographer had captured. His favorite subject was his daughter-in-law with his two grandchildren, but he branched out freely into depictions of landscape, however secondhand, and buildings, with the occasional portrait (remember, copied). He described his portrait paintings as “magnificent audacity,” and burned most of them.5Churchill valued what he had created. Eisenhower did not. It was the making that Eisenhower enjoyed, rather akin to achieving a birdie at golf, and what was made was a means, not an end.
Eisenhower was reticent about his deep emotions. (Of the supreme sorrow of his life, the death in babyhood of his son Icky, he never spoke.) We catch a rare glimpse of his inner nature when we read, in a letter of late adolescence, how he felt about the loss, through injury, of the football career that had been his driving passion. “Life seemed to have little meaning. A need to excel was gone.”6
Click to access young-howard-papers.pdf
http://www.dameelizabethtaylor.com/animals.htmlThe “need to excel” grew back again, now not rooted in football or boxing—another skill— but in the army and, eventually, in politics. I think it was this same need that drove him in his painting. He would have scorned any thought of objective excellence. He called his works “daubs”: was he right? Or was he overly modest? The dictionary defines a “daub” as a painting that is clumsy or crude, with implications of carelessness. This is not true in Eisenhower’s case. He took infinite care, sometimes, he confessed, spending two hours in getting a color “right.”7
Nor was he so unskilled. His first encounter with a professional artist, at Columbia, led to his being given the tools for serious work in this field. Obviously, though he may have laughed with Ike, Stephens was impressed.
What Eisenhower was to produce in the last short third of his life is work that still gives the impartial onlooker pleasure. A daub irritates; these paintings, simple and earnest, rather cause us to wonder at the hidden depths of this reticent president. Notice the scenes to which he was drawn: they are all of the peaceful countryside, a symbol of the unspoiled America in which he had grown to manhood. Naturally, experienced traveler that he was, there are foreign scenes, too: Ann Hathaway’s Cottage in England, a French garden, or an Alpine scene. But he concentrates on views like Rolling Wooded Hills, painted in Denver in 1955. He had a special affection for hills, and here they gently rise and fall. He had an affection, too, for tall trees, often the subject of presidential doodling in the Oval Office. In this work we see two, green and gold, and surging toward them a bright pool of bluebonnets, dazzling in the sunshine. He admitted to a great love of color, and it is delightfully apparent in all his best pictures. I have a fondness for the Mountain Fall Scene, where it is not hills but mountains that seize his attention, splendid peaks, rising in icy splendor, blue and shadowed, while the foreground is alive with the brightness of an American fall. Two small trees are a gleaming yellow, while behind them another two, equally spindly, are deep pink, tipped with crimson. If we really look at this mountain path framed with evergreens, we begin to notice, as the artist did, many stray touches of color, yellows and pinks, that tie the whole picture together tonally. Who but the artist himself would dare call this a “daub”? Not great art. needless to say, but pleasing art, art that has a lyrical sweetness to it, however unassumingly expressed.
Eisenhower was interested in undamaged nature — perhaps the effect of years as a soldier? — and in people. To me, the nature studies are more effective, but sometimes he gets a face exactly right. One of Mamie’s favorite pictures was Mexican, which Ike painted in 1953 from an advertisement. He has caught the man’s vigor, the masculine radiance of his smile, the swagger of his sombrero, the dazzling flash of his teeth against the sunburn of his face. He is interesting, too, on Abraham Lincoln, not so much in the traditional bearded Lincoln, well depicted though it is. He gave this image to the White House staff as their 1953 Christmas card, and I imagine it is still cherished. But there is a more imaginative projection in Melancholy Lincoln, taken from a photograph of the young lawyer, clean shaven and yet inexplicably sad. Eisenhower did not paint to “express” his inner self; he curbed his imagination and resolutely imitated the reproduction before him. Yet there seems to me a personal note in this work, as if he were subliminally seeing in Lincoln’s melancholy a distant awareness of the burden of the presidency.
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Ian Fleming at Cheyne Walk
Posted on August 22, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
Becoming a James Bond Author
Just past midnight on August, 22, 2021, I googled “Ian Fleming” and “Bohemian” and discovered Evelyn Saint Croix Rose bought the house that one of my favorite artists lived in, and held a salon there. Turner lived in on Cheyne Walk, as did Dante Gabriel Rossetti, a co-founder of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, which I revived in 1969. My ship has come in. The Art Dynasty I saw coming over the horizon – is a magnificent Work of Art. The nine Muses have been my Winged Guides! I have found The Grail! I have persevered!
Eve was the lover of the artist, Augustus John, and had a daughter by him. My kin, Elizabeth Taylor, was raised in John’s house. Her father, Francis Taylor, sold John’s art.
Yesterday, many Australians protested against the lockdown, and marched without masks. This is foreseen in my second Bond novel ‘Bond of Nebraska’ where Cornhuskers go to the big game, knowing they will be exposed. My two spies, Victoria Rosemond Bond, and Miriam Starfish Christling, have been psychic tools that allowed me to see – things to come. Winston Churchill wrote the obituary of Valentine Fleming. Consider the British Defense Staff Washington, and Ian Easton, the late husband of my muse, Rena Easton. The creative Fleming family, has been replicated.
My first book will be about I being the Prophetic Heir to the Ian Fleming. It is like MY KIN – his spirit – came to warn us all, and prevent the greatest intelligence disaster in the history of the United States. The blow to our prestige will be felt for a very long time. My struggle to own some credibility – is epic! It is – THE STORY!
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Art
At least seven police officers were treated for injuries after skirmishes broke out at some of the protests, which took place in multiple cities nationwide. The largest and most violent protest was in Melbourne. Many were organized by people in encrypted online chat groups.
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Evelyn St. Croix Fleming – Wikipedia
Story: Valentine Fleming’s Eulogy by Winston Churchill | Lives of the First World War (iwm.org.uk)
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When Spectre opened in theaters nationwide in November 2015, it enjoyed the second-highest opening weekend figures of any James Bond film released to date. Clearly, audiences still love the suave, unstoppable Agent 007. As University of Texas at Austin media professor Thomas Schatz says in a Christian Science Monitor article, the Bond films are a “transcendent franchise . . . something that seems to operate above the fray.” Of course, there would be no 007 at all if it weren’t for Ian Fleming, the original Bond writer. And, to a certain extent, we have Fleming’s Solo Mom, Evelyn (Eve) St. Croix Fleming, to thank as well.
Fleming, an English author, journalist, and naval intelligence officer, was raised by Eve after his father, Valentine Fleming, was killed by German shelling on the Western Front in 1917. Though his family background might imply that Fleming was brought up in a conservative banking family, he absorbed something of a Bohemian lifestyle from his mother; after her husband’s death, Eve lived in a house that had previously been the studio of the painter J.M.W. Turner. Eve was a free spirit: when Fleming was 17 years old and attending school at Eton, his mother packed up, went on a long cruise, and returned with a baby girl in her arms. She claimed the child, named Amaryllis, was adopted, though eventually Fleming learned Amaryllis was, in fact, a blood relation, the product of Eve’s affair with the artist Augustus John.
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119 Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, S.W.3
119 Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, S.W.3 (Photo: Google Maps)
After selling Pitt House in 1923 Fleming’s mother bought three cottages in Cheyne Walk and converted them into one dwelling. She named the three Turner’s House after the painter J M W Turner who had spent his last years at No. 119. He died here in 1851. During her time here, Eve established a Bohemian salon for artists, like her lover, Augustus John, to allow them to mingle with patrons such as Winston Churchill. The young Ian lived here during his school holidays and continued to visit whilst he was at Kitzbuhel and at Geneva University.
The London Homes of Ian Fleming | Artistic Licence Renewed (literary007.com)
This house, number 4 Cheyne Walk was the home of the novelist George Eliot. She moved in there with her husband John Walter Cross. You might argue that Burgess was pushing his luck in this case. George Eliot (alias Marian Evans and Mary Ann Cross) only lived there for three weeks in December 1880. Her husband, who suffered from depression had thrown himself into a Venetian canal on their honeymoon but survived. Although both of them loved the house with its views of the river, Eliot became ill with a recurrence of a kidney condition she had suffered from for years and died before the year was out. I don’t think that Burgess is suggesting that the woman following another dog in the picture is the author herself.
Cheyne Walk provided many subjects for Burgess. At number 59 was the house of W Holman Hunt.
This was a slightly more modest residence further down Cheyne Walk, close to the Old Church. When Hunt became more famous he moved to Melbury Road in Kensington – from the early Chelsea haunts of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood to the more affluent neighbourhood of Lord Leighton.
(Apologies for the wavy picture on the scan. The original is a pencil drawing in a thick mount)
By contrast that other famous member of the Brotherhood, Dante Gabriel Rossetti moved to a big house at the other end of Cheyne Walk.
Number 16, also known as Queen House and Tudor House was the house Rossetti moved into in 1862 after the death of Elizabeth Siddall. Rossetti’s brother lived there for a while as did the poet Algernon Swinburne. I’ve mentioned Rossetti’s menagerie before, which included armadillos and wallabies but Burgess’s collaborator Richard Le Gallienne (who wrote the text of Bits of Old Chelsea) reports an incident I’d never heard before attributed to James McNeill Whistler. Apparently Rossetti acquired a zebu (an African species of cow) which had to be conveyed into the garden through the house tied up. It was tethered to a tree, a condition it disliked (or perhaps it never forgot its undignified entry into the property), and one day it managed to uproot the tree and charge at Rossetti who had to climb the garden wall to escape its vengeance. Rossetti never found a buyer and had to give it away although we don’t know to whom.
My Kinship With Liz, The Gettys, Ian Fleming
Posted on September 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am now going to concentrate on promoting myself in a professional manner. I taught my famous sister how to paint. She married into the famous Benton family of artists. I am kin to Augustus John.
John Presco
FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895
Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
ii.JOHN TAYLOR.
An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.
Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.
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The Cheyne Art Walk
Posted on December 21, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
I went to bed early, then awoke around 1:30 A.M. realizing I had come to the end of this lonely road I have been on. It ends at No. 16 Cheyne Walk where my hero, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, once lived. Here John Paul Getty and his beautiful muse and wife lived. Talitha Getty Pol is kin to Augustus John, and Ian Fleming, via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, whose grandson is a Getty. John and Talitha struggled to stay alive which meant they had to give up alcohol and drugs, as I did….thirty-three years ago. I am a success story. I rose like a Phoenix Bird above the ashes, as did Sir John Getty.
I am now going to seek funding from the numerous Trusts and Grants that the Getty Family left so a person like me can continue their Creative and Sober Legacy that was established to help struggling writers, artists, historians, and even poets. I deserve a grant, and I deserve help applying for a grant. I am asking Robert Brevoort Buck, and members of Alcohol Justice, to help me fill out and file the proper forms. A failure to to do so, will be seen as a statement that I do not deserve to be funded. Is it because of the things I said in my Newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press?
Another of my heroes, Joaquin Miller, had dinner at Rossetti’s home. This Oregon native communicated with Michael Rossetti about publishing his poems about California. I have tried to get the cities of Eugene and Springfield interested in the Pre-Raphaelite history that my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, gave me credit for sharing with her, and thus she was inspired to take up art at the age of twenty-four. Rossetti’s wife and muse lived in Cheyne Walk, and like Tabitha, she died of an overdose. I believe the painting Fair Rosamund was rendered here.
I am going back to bed, and I copyright what fate has in store for me, and Christine. We have been seperated by the forces of darkness. The parasites’ and haters of art – have had a field day! Those days are over. These bright creative beings, deserve an integral sanctuary – that will be a beacon of light for all those creative souls who struggle with the disease of alcoholism.
Yesterday, I turned my living room into my studio so I can finish the the two paintings I began of my muse, Rena Easton, and begin my two portraits of Lara Roozemond.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Copyright 2020
“I was ushered into one of the prettiest and most curiously furnished old-fashioned parlours that I had ever seen. Mirrors and looking-glasses of all shapes, sizes and design lined the walls. Whichever way I looked I saw myself gazing at myself.”–Recollections of Dante Gabriel Rossetti and his circle (Cheyne walk life), Henry Treffry Dunn.
Henry Treffry Dunn, who was at one time Rossetti’s studio assistant, gives us an intimate glimpse into the artist’s home. Rossetti moved into Tudor House at 16 Cheyne Walk (located in Chelsea) soon after the death of his wife, Elizabeth Siddal, from an overdose of Laudanum. His years at Tudor House are often described as bohemian and his behavior did become quite eccentric. It was in this home that he began collecting a menagerie of exotic animals and developed a passion for hoarding antique furniture, blue-and-white china, and vast amounts of bric-a-brac. His former lover and model Fanny Cornforth became the housekeeper of Tudor House and the household also consisted of poet Algernon Charles Swinburne.
Fair Rosamund (Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1861) appears here behind a balustrade in the royal manor of Woodstock. The sitter, Fanny Cornforth, was a frequent model of Rossetti’s. She became his housekeeper after the death of his wife Elizabeth Siddall in 1862. 1861. Oil on canvas.
To Paint a Mistress – two views on Fair Rosamund (museum.wales)
The decline began after Getty divorced his first wife Gail in 1966, and married Talitha Pol, who, within five years, had turned from an envied beauty of the continental jet set – Saint-Laurent and Nureyev were among her bosom pals – to a hopeless addict, who died of a heroin overdose in Italy in 1971.
Fearing arrest, Getty fled to London, and the self-imposed obscurity of a large house in Cheyne Walk, Chelsea. Overcome with remorse at the death of his wife, he deteriorated physically, and, in an attempt to end his own various addictions, he entered the London Clinic in 1984 for a long period of treatment.
Getty only makes the papers through his philanthropies. To the increasing annoyance of the Getty Museum, those gifts are sometimes designed to keep in Britain works of art that the museum is interested in acquiring.
A public campaign already had raised about $8.8 million to match the Malibu museum’s offer for the Canova and keep it in Britain. The government last week ordered a three-month extension of the time allowed under British law to equal the museum’s offer; with Getty’s gift, only approximately $1.22 million remains to be found.
During the past decade, Getty’s philanthropy has become increasingly visible. He had previously given money to prevent a crucifixion painting by Duccio from leaving Britain for the Getty. His largest gift to date is $64.5 million in 1985, made to help London’s National Gallery finance an extension, and he has given about $25 million to the British Film Institute.
He has also contributed to areas apart from the arts: $150,000 to striking miners’ families in 1984, $4.4 million for a new grandstand at Lord’s Cricket Ground in London in 1986, $3.5 million to London’s Imperial War Museum, $750,000 to Ely Cathedral, and money to a fund for the Special Air Service regiment.
Although some of his better-known donations are publicized, Getty also gives quietly to other causes. For instance, reading in 1986 that a Royal Air Force hero was forced to auction his medals to raise funds for a memorial to his Dambuster squadron, Getty immediately offered to pick up the bill.
John Paul Getty Jr.’s history has been a troubled one. He was actually christened Eugene Paul Getty, the first child by his father’s fourth wife. His mother, Ann, married three more times, and young Getty and his brother Gordon were raised mainly by their maternal grandmother in San Francisco.
He studied at San Francisco State but did not graduate. He was drafted into the Army and served briefly in Korea. At 23, he married Gail Harris; they had four children, the eldest of whom was J. Paul Getty III. The others are Aileen, Mark and Ariadne.
Getty joined the family oil business and received his father’s permission to change his name to J. Paul Getty Jr. The senior Getty’s personal assistant, Claus von Bulow, remembers young Getty as a man of “charm, conversation and sex appeal.”
He was divorced from Gail and married Talitha Pol, of Dutch parents, in 1966 and became part of the international social set.
In May, 1968, Talitha had a son, whom they named Tara Gabriel Galaxy Gramaphone Getty. Then, while living in Rome, J. Paul Getty Jr. quit the family business in a chilly exchange with his father, who disapproved of his lack of enthusiasm for the business and involvement with drugs. The couple, discussing divorce, separated. Talitha moved to London from Rome into an exquisite house on Cheyne Walk in Chelsea.
Later that year she flew to Rome in hopes of a reconciliation, but under mysterious circumstances died overnight, apparently of a drug overdose. Getty left Italy–while the case was being investigated–for the house in London. Two years later, his son J. Paul III, then 16, was kidnaped in Italy and held for $3.35-million ransom. Getty Jr. hadn’t enough cash to comply, and Getty Sr. at first refused to pay on the grounds that all his grandchildren would then be vulnerable to kidnaping.
After five months, when the abductors cut off a piece of the boy’s ear and sent it to a Rome newspaper, the oil magnate loaned his son the additional money for the release of the grandson.
In 1981, J. P. Getty III suffered a drink-and-drug-induced stroke that left him paralyzed and almost blind. He now gets around in a wheelchair.
For years, Getty Jr. rarely ventured from his Cheyne Walk home. But one neighbor remembers taking her dog walking late at night and chatting with him on a nearby park bench.
“He was very pleasant, polite and informed,” she recalls. “I never knew who he was until later.”
Another neighbor recalls him at her door early one morning, in a disheveled state, asking to use the phone because his was out of order. She tried to help him with his disintegrating address book, but he finally left without making the call. Two hours later she received six dozen roses.
In the mid-1980s, Getty entered London Clinic, where he stayed for more than a year for treatment of phlebitis. There, he pursued his main hobby of collecting antiquarian books, with particular interested in illuminated manuscripts.
He has purchased several at auction for more than $1 million each, and they form the core of a vast library of precious books that he is establishing at his country home, in a castle-like building made from flint stone.
To Paint a Mistress – two views on Fair Rosamund (museum.wales)
Dinner At Dante Rossetti’s
Posted on February 27, 2020by Royal Rosamond Press
I am heir to the literary kingdoms of Tolkien, Fleming, and London. When I searched the internet for a replacement muse of Rena Easton, I gasped when I saw the three photographs of Lara Roozemond. If she was born in another time, and she came upon them, The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood would have fought bloody battles over her. Would Joaquin Miller join the fray?
There is a debate over the source of the name Rosamond. Some say it means “rose mouth”. Lara’s lips are like rose blossoms.
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Dinner at Rossetti’s
by Joaquin Miller
________________________________________
There is no thing that hath not worth;
There is no evil anywhere;
There is no ill on all this earth,
If man seeks not to see it there.
September 28. I cannot forget that dinner with Dante Gabriel Rossetti, just before leaving London, nor can I hope to recall its shining and enduring glory. I am a better, larger man, because of it. And how nearly our feet are set on the same way. It was as if we were all crossing the plains, and I for a day’s journey and a night’s encampment fell in with and conversed with the captains of the march.
But one may not gave names and dates and details over there as here. The home is entirely a castle. The secrets of the board and fireside are sacred. And then these honest toilers and worshippers of the beautiful are shy, so shy and modest. But I like this decent English way of keeping your name down and out of sight till the coffin-lid hides your blushes–so modest these Pre-Raphaelites are that I should be in disgrace forever if I dared set down any living man’s name.
But here are a few of the pearls picked up, as they were tossed about the table at intervals and sandwiched in between tales of love and lighter thoughts and things.
All London, or rather all the brain of London, the literary brain, was there. And the brain of all the world, I think, was in London. These giants of thought, champions of the beautiful earth, passed the secrets of all time and all lands before me like a mighty panorama. All night sol We dined so late that we missed breakfast. If I could remember and write down truly and exactly what these men said, I would have the best and the greatest book that ever was written, I have been trying a week in vain, I have written down and scratched out and revised till I have lost the soul of it, it seems to me; no individuality to it; only like my own stuff. If I only had set their words down on the next day instead of attempting to remember their thoughts! Alas! the sheaves have been tossed and beaten about over sea and land for days and days, till the golden grain is gone, and here is but the straw and chaff.
The master sat silent for the most part; there was a little man away down at the other end, conspicuously modest. There was a cynical fat man, and a lean philanthropist all sorts and sizes, but all lovers of the beautiful of earth. Here is what one, a painter, a ruddy-faced and a rollicking gentleman, remarked merrily to me as he poured out a glass of red wine at the beginning of the dinner:
“When travelling in the mountains of Italy, I observed that the pretty peasant women made the wine by putting grapes m a great tub, and then, getting into this tub, barefooted, on top of the grapes, treading them out with their brown, bare feet. At first I did not like to drink this wine. I did not think it was clean. But I afterward watched these pretty brown women” and here all leaned to listen, at the mention of pretty brown women– I watched these pretty brown women at their work in the primitive winepress, and I noticed that they always washed their feet after they got done treading out the wine.”
All laughed at this, and the red-faced painter was so delighted that he poured out and swallowed another full glass. The master sighed as he sat at the head of the table rolling a bit of bread between thumb and finger, and said, sitting close to me: “I am an Italian who has neven seen Italy. Belle Italia!…”
By and by he quietly said that silence was the noblest attitude in all things; that the greatest poets refused to write, and that all great artists in all lines were above the folly of expression. A voice from far down the table echoed this sentiment by saying:”Heard melodies are sweet; but unheard melodies are sweeter.” “Written poems are delicious; but unwritten poems are divine,” cried the triumphant cynic. “What is poetry?” cries a neighbor. “All true, pure life is poetry,” answers one. “But the inspiration of poetry?” “The art of poetry is in books. The inspiration of poetry in nature.” To this all agreed.
Then the master very quietly spoke: “And yet do not despise the books of man. All religions, said the Chinese philosophers, are good. The only difference is, some religions are better than others, and the apparent merit of each depends largely upon a mans capacity for understanding it. This is true of .poetry. All poetry is good. I never read a poem in my life that did not have some merit, and teach some sweet lesson. The fault in reading the poems of man, as well as reading the poetry of nature, lies largely at the door of the reader. Now, what do you call poetry?” and he turned his great Italian eyes tenderly to where I sat at his side.
To me a poem must be a picture,” I answered.
Proud I was when a great poet then said: “And it must be a picture–if a good poem so simple that you can understand it at a glance, eh? And see it and remember it as you would see and remember a sunset, eh?” “Aye,” answered the master, “I also demand that it shall be lofty in sentiment and sublime in expression. The only rule I have for measuring the merits of a written poem, is by the height of it. Why not be able to measure its altitude as you measure one of your sublime peaks of America?”
He looked at me as he spoke of America, and I was encouraged to answer:”Yes, I do not want to remember the words. But I do want it to remain with me a picture and become a part of my life. Take this one verse from Mr. Longfellow:
“And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.’”
“Good!” cried the fat cynic, who, I am sure, had never heard the couplet before, it was so sweet to him; “Good! There is a picture that will depart from no impressible clay. The silent night, the far sweet melody falling on the weary mind, the tawny picturesque Arabs stealing away m the darkness, the perfect peace, the stillness and the rest. It appeals to all the Ishmaelite in our natures, and all the time we see the tents gathered up and the silent children of the desert gliding away in the gloaming.”
A transplanted American, away down at the other end by a little man among bottles, said: “The poem of Evangeline is a succession of pictures. I never read Evangeline but once.” “It is a waste of time to look twice at a sunset,” said Rossetti, sotto voce, and the end man went on: “But i believe I can see every picture in that poem as distinctly as if I had been the unhappy Arcadian; for here the author has called in ail the elements that go to make up a perfect poem.”
“When the great epic of this new, solid Saxon tongue comes to be written,” said one who sat near and was dear to the master’s heart, “it will embrace all that this embraces: new and unnamed lands; ships on the sea; the still deep waters hidden away in a deep and voiceless continent; the fresh and fragrant wilderness; the curling smoke of the camp-fire; action, movement, journeys; the presence–the inspiring presence of woman; the ennobl- ing sentiment of love, devotion, and devotion to the death; faith, hope and charity,- and all in the open air.”
“Yes,” said the master thoughtfully, ‘no great poem has ever been or ever will be fitted in a parlor, or even fashioned from a city. There is not room for it there.”
“Hear! hear! you might as well try to grow a California pine in the shell of a peanut,” cried I. Some laughed, some applauded, all looked curiously at me. Of course, I did not say it that well, yet I did say it far better, I mean I did not use the words carefully, but I had the advantage of action and sympathy.
Then the master said, after a bit of reflection: “Homer’s Ulysses, out of which have grown books enough to cover the earth, owes its immortality to all this, and its out-door exercise. Yet it is a bloody book a bad book, in many respects–full of revenge, treachery, avarice and wrong. And old Ulysses himself seems to have been the most colossal liar on record. But for all this, the constant change of scene, the moving ships and the roar of waters, the rush of battle and the anger of the gods, the divine valor of the hero, and, above all, and over all, like a broad, white-bosomed moon through the broken clouds, the splendid life of that one woman; the shining faith, the constancy, the truth and purity of Penelope–all these make a series of pictures that pass before us like a panorama, and we will not leave off reading till we have seen them all happy together again, and been assured that the faith and constancy of that woman has had it reward. And we love him, even if he does lie!”
How all at that board leaned and listened. Yet let me again and again humbly confess to you that I do him such injustice to try thus to quote from memory. After a while he said: “Take the picture of the old, blind, slobber-mouthed dog, that has been driven forth by the wooers to die. For twenty years he has not heard the voice of his master. The master now comes, in the guise of a beggar. The dog knows his voice, struggles to rise from the ground, staggers toward him, licks his hand, falls, and dies at his feet.”
Such was the soul, heart, gentleness of this greatest man that I ever saw walking in the fields of art….
William Morris and Joaquin Miller
Posted on August 1, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press
Joaquin Miller had dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites and was my grandmother’s friend. This history is being compiled for the grant I am applying for. The history of the Pre-Raphaelites has not been discarded, thus, Kehinde Wiley has no right to claim it and hand it out to NOBODIES who don’t deserve it! I don’t give a rat’s ass what the color of their skin is, and how badly they were oppressed. Let them work for their bragging rights. Just because Wyley thinks he has immortalized these non-artists, does not give them any titles. I will see to that.
Miller built a monument to my kin, John Fremont, the first Presidential Candidate for the Abolitionist Republican Party, and the first to emancipate slaves, forcing Lincoln’s hand.https://www.youtube.com/embed/-_WrJyp-WYI?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparent
Honoring The Visions of George Miller
Posted on May 30, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
I will be going out to Coburg today to plant another flower at the grave of George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller, a honorary member of the Bohemian Club that was a place for Bay Area Journalists to gather and compare notes. If Miller lived in the Bay Area, then he too would be a honorary member.http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=29810634
Victoria Bond’s Orange Parade
When I wrote the following I was composing Victoria Bond’s Orange Parade. The Orangeman played a big role in the foundation of Canada as a Country. I compose via VISIONS. I make a movie of what I am going to put down on paper – first! I can see into the future this way. I worry everyday about My Doubters and My Distractors, who only want me to BE INSANE. This is – what they do! They do nothing else. They are not creative souls. They go after CREATVITY.
Before the computer and the internet, writers presented a finished product to the public and the critics. The publisher’s editor has done his job. He wants The Book to be judged a good, sound, and sane book. For me to talk about dying and coming back to life, assigns everything I author to the Funny Farm File. Sure my muse will be afraid, never more so when it appears – I can see the future! No one saw the President going after Canada! No one saw Erdogan calling for a Holy War against Austria.
When I call Lara Roozemond ‘My Wing’ I am saying she is my winged muse. These are sketches for my story. These are my notes. President Trump is now called a ‘Peacemaker’. But, he goes after the Canadian People promising to make them suffer. Who saw this coming? I am not strictly a reporter for my newspaper. Am I a Nostradamus? Is there any title I can apply that will make me appear – SANER?
Lara drives me insane. Why should I give that up? Why should I look for a woman who does not drive me insane? Poets are supposed to be insane. I have poems hidden in half my posts. Lara’s poems are mind-bombs that explode inside my being. Does she have a muse? All those toy soldiers that Kim Jong Un owns. A woman wearing a man’s hat.
Roozemond goes to the mirror to check in on her madness. She is The Trojan Epic. The Trojan Horse is pulled along, in our human parade. Enemies within. Enemies, without. Beauty with a pen. Can there be any doubt?
Jon
Virgil is traditionally ranked as one of Rome’s greatest poets. His Aeneid has been considered the national epic of ancient Rome since the time of its composition. Modeled after Homer‘s Iliad and Odyssey, the Aeneid follows the Trojan refugee Aeneas as he struggles to fulfill his destiny and reach Italy, where his descendants Romulus and Remus were to found the city of Rome. Virgil’s work has had wide and deep influence on Western literature, most notably Dante‘s Divine Comedy, in which Virgil appears as Dante’s guide through Hell and Purgatory.[4]
Mad Girl’s Love Song
By Sylvia Plath
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, and was treated multiple times with electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). She committed suicide in 1963.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel, and The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death. In 1982, she won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for The Collected Poems.
“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!”
The Peacemaker’s Parade
Posted on April 28, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
When the Guild of Basle were formed, they had a problem placing the Linen Weavers, so they put them in the same Guild House, with………..The Vine Dressers! When you consider Jesus was wrapped in linen cloth, and he gave a lesson about a Landlord and The Vine, one has to wonder if the Whole Lesson was given, or, is it about to arrive?
Sometimes I try to be wise and outsmart myself, by telling myself what was told to me. But, I died, and I saw the Kingdom, and the one who tends to it, with one foot on the sand, and the other, in the sea. I will own very little credibility in this lifetime. How about in the place I went to……….for a little while!
Here is the wappen-board of the Guild my ancestors belonged to. I thought I could remain, obscure, even invisible, but my Lara, My Wing…………found me!
So, my dear muse, what parade do you wish to march in, at what great oaken table do you wish to be seated, for he said;
Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall inherit the earth!
You can only march for Peace, when you are alive! The Dead have their reward. Or, so they say.
Jon
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Victoria’s Orange Parade
Posted on April 19, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
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!”
Jon Presco
Copyright 2018
I wanted to name Kate and William’s first son, Arthur, an honor that goes to their second son. I approve.
Do not forsake the Kurds. They are of the first church called ‘The Way’. Why do I care? After my life was restored to me in 1967, I looked for humble and small things to do. I lived on a houseboat amongst old frieghters, and was happy to be like my old hero, Gully Jimson. I made model sailboats, and sailed them in a pond. I had no life, and didn’t want one. Then, in 1992, my therapist dismissed me for refusing to do a simple genealogy, so she could follow…………who I am.
“What does it matter?”
Four years later, I asked;
“What is in a name?”
Rougemont Templars Kin To Queen
Posted on July 19, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here is the genealogical link of the Rougemont Knight Templars to Queen Elizabeth, her children, and grandchildren. It appears these Templars are kin to Ponce de Leon who came to the Americas. Margarita de Castro e Souza descends from Sephardic Jews that can trace their lineage to King David.
Alexandre, and Francois de Rougemont are buried with Knight Templars as Til-Chatel. Gui 1er de Rougemont married Etinnette de Ruffey. Here are the Seigneur de Til-Chatel. Guy 2 de Rougemont Thibaut V de Rougemont 1306-1333 Guillaume de Rougemont Humbert de Rougemont married Alix Neufchatel Aymon 2 (Aimon) de Rougemont married Guillemette de Ray daughter of Othon de La Roche, owner of the Shroud of Turin. Thibaut V1 de Rougemont father of Catherine de Rougemont who married Jean de Neufchatel the son of Margarita de Castro e Souza from who the Windsors descend.
We have been lulled to sleep by a Parade of Fools. We have made grave mistakes. We allowed Sinclair Pretenders to scribble all over our chalk board. Stupid Roman Pigs are on the march. Trump and Brexit spell doom for Western Civilization. Denis de Rougemont, a Father of the European Union, and the Windsor, are close kin. It’s time to take back our world! The Knight Templars are reborn this day!
Jon Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
Copyright 2016
| Thiebaut VI, Seigneur de Rougemont, Tilchate, Ruffey sur l’Ognon, & Augey | |
| Child | Catherine de Rougemont1 |
Marguerite (Margarida) de Castro1,2
F, #55527, d. between December 1475 and 19 November 1479
| Father | Fernando de Castro, 1st Senor do Paul do Boquilobo & d’Anca1 b. c 1385, d. 1441 |
| Mother | Mecia de Sousa1 |
Marguerite (Margarida) de Castro married Jean II de Neufchatel, Seigneur de Montaigu, Reynel, d’Amance, & Marnay, son of Thiebaut VIII, Seigneur de Neufchatel, Blamont, Clemont, & Pesmes and Agnes de Montfaucon, on 20 November 1437 at Hesdin.1,2 Marguerite (Margarida) de Castro died between December 1475 and 19 November 1479.1
| Family | Jean II de Neufchatel, Seigneur de Montaigu, Reynel, d’Amance, & Marnay b. c 1428, d. Sep 1489 |
| Children | Isabeau de Neufchatel+3Sir Philippe de Neufchatel, Vicomte de Lunel, Seigneur de Fontenoy, d’Amance, de Fondremans, & de Bouclans3 b. c 1438, d. bt 26 Mar 1488 – 20 Sep 1488Jeanne de Neufchatel+1 b. c 1450, d. 22 Apr 1475Sir Fernando de Neufchatel, Seigneur de Marnay, Montaigu, Reynel, d’Amance, & Bouclans+3 b. c 1452, d. Mar 1522Sir Jean III de Neufchatel, Seigneur de St. Aubin, Reynel, Morancourt, & Mathons3 b. b Dec 1458, d. 1510Avoye de Neufchatel+3 b. c 1465, d. 1493 |
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The Stuttmeister Tomb in Berlin
Posted on March 6, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press
A Seer told me in 1987: “You own your own creation – you died!”
What she meant, is, I beheld my conception by my parents, before I went to heaven and saw God.
My parents were playing cards in the sand, naked. I walked up to them as a child of three, looked down at the cards that were all face cards, and they were talking to me in foreign languages. They were my kindred, who were very distressed because they had been silenced in their lifetime. They were Evangelicals (father)and Huguenots (mother) They are buried next to one another in Berlin. Here lies the roses amongst the thorns. I part the veil,
and I behold the Lost Kingdom – and I give a command
“Arise from thy sleep, the true church of God!”
In this video we see the Stuttmeister tomb about 15 seconds into it. This name means ‘Master of the Horse’. Consider the pale horse and rider. Here the Templars and Teutonic Knights have come to rest.
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In Matthew 27:53 we read about Jesus raising Jews from the dead, then saying; “It is done!” He did not say, it is done, and then come the earthquake. These Jewish Saints did not rise on Sunday, but went into Jerusalem Friday night just before sundown. They imparted a restored and new covenant – a Gift for the Chosen Children of God. I believe these Saints were a lineage of Nazarites from Samson and Samuel.
Gideon was a Judge who God told he had too man fighting men. I am looking for a good few men -and women!
Jon the Nazarite Judge
Matthew 27:50-54 (NIV)
(50) And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.
(51) At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split.
(52) The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.
(53) They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.
(54) When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”
The Dorotheenstadt cemetery, officially the “Cemetery of the Dorotheenstadt und Friedrichswerder Parishes”, is a landmarked Protestant burial ground located in the Berlin district of Mitte which dates to the late 18th century. The entrance to the 17,000 m2 plot is at 126 Chaussee Straße (next door to the Brecht House, where Bertolt Brecht and Helene Weigel spent their last years, at 125 Chaussee Straße). It is also directly adjacent to the French cemetery (also known as the cemetery of the Huguenots), established in 1780, and is sometimes confused with it.
In 1685, the year of the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes by French King Louis XIV, Elector Friedrich Wilhelm of Brandenburg issued the Edict of Potsdam, which was essentially an invitation to Huguenots in France who were suffering in the throes of persecution to come and live in Germany in peace and safety. The invitation was a success. Thousands came. At one point, more French Huguenots lived in Berlin than Germans. To provide a place of worship for the Huguenots in Berlin, the Französischer Dom or French Huguenot Church, which I was privileged to visit in 1991, was built in the Gendarmenmarkt between 1701 and 1705, by Louis Cayart, and modelled on the main church of the Huguenots in Charenton near Paris which had been destroyed in 1688. It has a sister German Dom across the square. Thus, this year marks the 300th anniversary of this remarkable place of worship and refuge, and noble example of Franco-German architecture. The church today contains a Huguenot musuem.
History of the Huguenots
In France, the Protestant Reformation began during the 16th century. French citizens, disgruntled with the political domination of the Catholic church and desiring a more democratic religious affiliation, were greatly influenced by the writings of the German monk Martin Luther and later by the ideas of John Calvin, a French theologian.
In defiance of Catholicism and the monarchy, the French dissenters began holding meetings in secret. The exact origin of the name “Huguenot” is unknown. It appears to be a combination of the Flemish and German word. Protestants who met to study the Bible in secret were called Huis Genooten, or “house fellows.” They were also referred to as Eid Genossen, or “oath fellows” meaning persons bound by an oath.
Persecution of the Huguenots by the Catholic church was extreme and unrelenting. In 1535, an edict was published which ordered the extermination of the Protestant heretics. During the following 63 years, Huguenots were systematically tortured and executed. A group of 1500 refugees, one of whom was John Calvin, fled the persecution and established the French Protestant Church in Strasbourg.
On April 30,1598, King Henry IV of France, issued the Edict of Nantes, granting the Huguenots religious and political freedom. The edict was later revoked under the rule of King Louis XIV. Deprived of civil and religious liberty, the Huguenots began leaving France by the thousands. They settled in Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Holland, Britain and the religiously tolerant new American Colonies
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Irene Victoria Easton Christensen – Helen of Troy
The European Union is acting as a World Police Force in warning Iran about the seizure of a ship. My old muse, married well. Irene is more that a female James Bond. She is the embodiment of Britania.
The portrait I did of Rena is a ‘Historic Portrait’. Not even Rena can take this truth from me. She was my, and my late sister’s muse. She is redeeming. She is redeemed by her choice of a husband, who made history.
John Presco
Rena as Britania and American Eagle
Posted on January 27, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Rena’s late husband was Former Head of the British Defence Staff which was founded by Winston Churchill to insure these two allies would forever be on the same side. It appears Theresa May is responding to the pledge of unity in meeting with Don Juan Trumpster.
In 1970 I asked Rena to marry me, but, she was too young. Consider our beautiful children and their contributions to the Creative Irish Rosamond Line. I was poor and homeless when we met. We camped for fifty days in the beautiful wilderness of America. I knew nothing about my Patriotic roots, and Captain Samuel Rosamond.
I was once the low-life scum, the perfect example of an abusive male. I was not worthy to be in her company, least the same city. She went to live on the Isle of Wight with her rich, and elderly hero of the Empire, leaving me standing alone on Freedom Shores.
What great tales of old, what lines of beautiful poetry, can bring you home, and restore, the liberty we once owned atop Rose Mountain, above the fog, the clouds – the wings of muses soar! My beautiful American Dream.
Jon Presco
Admiral, K.C.B., D.S.C. Former Head of the British Defence Staff. He was Commandant of the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1976, a UK senior serving military officer between 1972 and 2001. For the 2nd Louis Vuitton Cup, which was held in Fremantle, Australia in 1987, he paid an entry fee deposit of $16.000 for Royal Thames Yacht Club’s White Crusader I and White Crusader II, representing United Kingdom.
In 1922 a cabinet committee under Winston Churchill, then Secretary of State for the Colonies, recommended the formation of the College.[1] The college was founded in 1927 as the Imperial Defence College and was located at 9 Buckingham Gate until 1939.[1] Its objective at that time was the defence of the Empire.[1] In 1946, following the end of World War II, the college reopened at Seaford House, Belgrave Square and members of the United States forces started attending courses.[1] It was renamed the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1970 and in 2007 the Queen and Prince Philip visited the college.[1]
The British Defence Staff – US, which was previously known as British Defence Staff (Washington),[1] is the home of the Ministry of Defence (United Kingdom) in the United States of America and its purpose is to serve the interests of Her Majesty’s Government in the USA. The British Defence Staff – US is led by the Defence Attaché and has responsibility for military and civilian MOD personnel located both within the Embassy and in 34 states across the USA.
Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn asked if May would discuss the issue of misogyny with Trump and raise the concerns of 100,000 people who marched over the weekend in an anti-Trump pro-women’s rights demonstration in London. May responded that she was not afraid to “speak frankly” with the President, though she did not confirm she would bring up the issue of women’s rights with him.
In 1922 a cabinet committee under Winston Churchill, then Secretary of State for the Colonies, recommended the formation of the College.[1] The college was founded in 1927 as the Imperial Defence College and was located at 9 Buckingham Gate until 1939.[1] Its objective at that time was the defence of the Empire.[1] In 1946, following the end of World War II, the college reopened at Seaford House, Belgrave Square and members of the United States forces started attending courses.[1] It was renamed the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1970 and in 2007 the Queen and Prince Philip visited the college.[1]
Rena Easton as Irene Westhaven
Posted on December 23, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
Yesterday I realized Rena lied to me when she said she was not interested in becoming a model like her three older sisters after she saw what this profession had done to them. One of them was the mistress of Robert Vesco who prepared Donald Trump’s way.
In 1970, Rena left Grand Island Nebraska with her twenty-six year old lover. She was seventeen. They got out of the car at Venice Beach where Rena paraded around in a bikini that I and my good friend beheld her in on Pismo Beach. This friend kidnapped her, drove three hundred yards down the beach until he turned around. Rena had demanded he go back and get me. Consider Paris and Helen of Troy. He had to have her after beholding her beauty at the Beauty Contest he judged. All hell breaks lose. Casandra freaks out.
“There is the face that launched a thousand ships!
Rena and her lover did not get out of the car on Nob Hill,so folks can see her beautiful face. She told me one of her sisters was going to be on the cover of a magazine – wearing a bikini. What fourteen year old would not want to be a top model like her older sisters? I think it was the sisters, and Rena’s grandmother – whom she lived with – who discouraged her.
No sooner on Venice Beach, knocking them dead, then Lover-Boy calls the muscle guys working out “FAGS!” Six of them chased this Nebraskan down the boardwalk, catch him, and put him in the hospital. That evening Rena and I meet. Her ride on the Faggot Wagon had come to an end. All this way, and no further. She did not have clue where he went. She had waited by the Venice Pier for fourteen hours, until I cam along at 3:00 A.M. I was the Last Man Standing, who looked down on the crashing waves, and asked;
“Where are you?”
How could she betray a beautiful poet?
Rena married Admiral Sir Ian Easton who entered ‘White Crusader’ in America’s Cup. That is the White Crusader racing America’s entry in the photo above. Did Rena marry the real James Bond?
My Muse and I went swimming at Monte Rio Beach about ten times. She would not allow me in the water with her because she put on a show, a beauty contest, that blew the competition out of the water. I title her a Kraken.
Before she sent me her long letter she wrote on Christmas, I found her house she lives in pictured above. She informed me she was with her second husband living on a hill overlooking his cattle ranch. They were divorced. She lied.
I have depicted Rena as the American Eagle. Look at her eyes! To see Miss U.S.A swoop on stage as this eagle, blew my mind. She was going for the Redneck Tea Party vote. I think Rena wanted to slip me in her back pocket with the other Trophy-Lovers she collected. Then she read her seventeen year old self – was still the star of my show! At sixty-one, she got very possessive. What a trip! With Thomas Hart Benton’s collaboration with John Steinbeck, we are looking at Great California Love Story.
When we went to get her things at this pad on the beach, one of the dudes who lived there, was on acid. He made whistling sounds, held out his finger and said;
“Come pretty bird! Come sit on my finger!”
I saved my muse whom I had asked to come into my life.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
“Don Roscoe and Humphrey Bogart had many things in common, the foremost being, they owned yachts that were far superior to Jack London’s wreck ‘The Snark’. On the San Francisco Bay, one could see Don’s yacht ‘Bohemian Roe’ racing Bogies Boat ‘Santana’ past Alcatraz Island. Every other boat owner looked on in awe. From the Berkeley Hills you could make out this incredible sight that American Intellectuals titled ‘The Zenith of Western Culture’. This infuriated the Swells in Los Angeles, and other Hollywood Stars who were befuddled. The Kennedy family took note, and shrugged their shoulders.”
Rena had graduated from high school, and was looking to go on adventure. Her grandmother did not have the money to send her to Europe, so she set out on a Road Trip with her boyfriend.
After I rescued Andromeda from the Sea Monster, I took her North, into the California Redwoods. I showed Rena the Giant Sequoia on our way to the Russian River. Having an alcoholic father, I don’t think Rena was ever sent away to Camp. In desperate need of a place to swim I took my beautiful muse to the beach at Monte Rio. Eureka, she had found it, her perfect Summer Vacation spot. Here this straight A student could take a well deserved time-out before attending the University of Nebraska.
Easton joined the Royal Navy in 1931 and qualified as a pilot at the start of World War II in which he saw active service on aircraft carriers.[1] On 4 January 1941, flying a Fairey Fulmar of 803 Squadron from HMS Formidable during a raid on Dakar he force landed, with his aircrewman Naval Airman James Burkey and was taken prisoner and held by the Vichy French at a camp near Timbuktu until released in November 1942.[2] He was appointed Assistant Director of the Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1960 and was seconded to the Royal Australian Navy as Captain of HMAS Watson in 1962.[1] He went on to be Naval Assistant to the Naval Member of the Templer Committee on Rationalisation of Air Power in 1965, Director of Naval Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1966 and Captain of the aircraft carrier HMS Triumph in 1968.[1] After that he was made Assistant Chief of Naval Staff (Policy) in 1969, Flag Officer for the Admiralty Interview Board in 1971 and Head of British Defence Staff and Senior Defence Attaché in Washington, D.C. in 1973.[1] He last posting was as Commandant of the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1976: he commissioned armourial bearings for the College which were presented during a visit by the Queen in November 1977.[3] He retired in 1978.[1]
Among the charges that emerged during the 1970s, the SEC accused Vesco of embezzling $220 million from four different IOS funds. During 1973, Vesco fled to Costa Rica. Shortly before his departure, hoping to end the SEC investigation into his activities, Vesco routed substantial contributions to Richard Nixon through Nixon’s nephew Donald A. Nixon.
Vesco was also investigated for a secret $200,000 contribution made to the 1972 campaign to re-elect Nixon. As counsel to International Controls Corporation, New Jersey lawyer Harry L. Sears delivered the contribution to Maurice Stans, finance chairman for the Committee to Re-elect the President. Vesco had wanted Attorney General John N. Mitchell to intercede on his behalf with SEC chairman William J. Casey. While Vesco fled the country, Stans, Mitchell, and Sears were indicted for obstruction of justice, though charges against all three were dismissed.[9]
FREMANTLE, Australia — New Zealand syndicate officials, no strangers to boat construction controversy, threatened Friday to protest Britain’s use of a new keel cast in Australia.
The officials charge the keel for Britain’s White Crusader was cast in Perth despite a stipulation that boats challenging for the America’s Cup must be designed and built in the country of the challenging club.
White Crusader Syndicate Director Ian Easton admitted the keel was cast in Australia but said a replacement of the original keel was considered a modification and allowed. Easton refused to say if the new keel has been used yet on White Crusader.
Easton said the cost of molding a complete new keel in the country of origin plus flying it to Australia would be prohibitive and ‘greatly favor the defenders over the challengers.’
‘The rules are very clear, like black and white,’ said KZ7 Syndicate Chairman Michael Fay. ‘I don’t believe the British would be sailing with a keel that isn’t legal. I don’t think they would jeopardize the points earned so far.’
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FREMANTLE, Australia — Body searches of America’s Cup crews may be necessary if race officials suspect the use of pocket-size devices providing up-to-the-minute weather information, an official with Great Britain’s White Crusader Challenge said Friday.
Ian Easton, a director of the syndicate, said he believed at least one challenging team was using the illegal visual pager system. If true, that would violate the rule disallowing transmission of any weather reports to a competing yacht after the 10-minute warning gun is fired.
“If the race committee instituted a search of a boat before the start of a race, it should look at asking crewmen to empty their pockets,” Easton said.
“These devices are quite small and can be easily hidden–or thrown overboard for that matter.”
Easton said he is not prepared to name the syndicate he suspects.
“There is some evidence, but not enough” to go to race officials, he said. “It would be awful if the Cup was won by a crew using these devices.”
From the Royal Thames Yacht Club, White Crusader was designed by Ian Howlett and was a traditional 12 metre design evolved from the DeSavery Lionhart ’83 boat of the previous Americas Cup event. However, White Crusader II was a radical design and designed by David Hollam. This second boat was used as a trial horse against White Crusader, but the team eventually decided to use the more conventional designed boat. Tank testing was carried out at Southampton University and HMS Haslar. The deadline for acceptance of challenges was 1 April 1986 and Admiral Sir Ian Easton wrote his own personal cheque for $16,000 as an entry fee deposit. Harold Cudmore acted as skipper-tactician and starting helmsman who then handed over the helm to Chris Law for the remainder of each races. Both boats were originally named simply Crusader One and Two but the “White” part of their names were added when millionaire Graham Walker (Of White Horse whiskey fame) gave heavy sponsorship to the British challengers at the last minute before the event started so the “White” was added to their names.
To my chagrin, after beholding her in her bikini, she would not let me in the water with her, for in the water this Danish…
devoured two men who were putting the make on her while she was swimming. When we left the Monte Rio beach I noticed a empty towel and a portable radio playing “She was a gypsy woman.”
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Born Under Falling Stars
I was born under a sign in the heavens. When I died, I saw God, raised my hand, and spoke these words…….
“I am!”
I was destined for the church. This message did not get to me due to my abusive parents. It came directly from God – twice! The First Messenger was my DNA! My ancestors spoke to me in foreign tongues at the moment of my death. I was their Last Hope. God hears their prayers, and restored my life.
After taking a DNA test for Ancestry.Com I found a Priestly Linage that descends from the Rosenberg and Schwarzenberg family to William and John Wilson. We find Lord Zinzendorf in our family tree – that came to America and founded Churches! William Wilson is a marvel of the Church of England, that time forgot. I am going to find time to do a portrait of John Wilson and Nikolaus Zinzandorf. Then there is Gottschalk Rosemondt and the Order of Saint Francis.
John Presco
“William Wilson was Chaplain to the Archbishop of Canterbury, Prebendary of Rochester, Rector of Cliffe, near Rochester, etc. and for 32 years, Prebendary of St. George’s Chapel at Windsor where he was buried.”
“He was educated at Merton College, Oxford which he left in 1575 on his acceptance of a living from the Earl of Pembroke. . .He became Prebendary of Saint Paul’s and Rochester Cathedrals, and held the rectory of Cliffe, Kent. In 1584 he became a Canon of Windsor in place of Dr. William Wickham.”
“He was a Prebendary of St. Paul’s and Rochester Cahtedral, and also rector of Cliffe, Kent. He was chaplain of Archbishop Grindall of Canterbury, and was made Canon of Windsor in 1584. He married Isabel, daughter of John and Elizabeth Woodhall of Walden, Essex, a niece of Bishop Grindall. He died in 1615, and was buried next his father at Windsor.”
“Rev. William Wilson, D.D., of Merton College, Oxford, was also a prebendary of st. Paul’s and Rochester cathedrals, and held the rectory of cliffe, in the county of Kent. In 1584 he became canon of Windsor in place of dr. Will. Wickham promoted to the see of Lincoln, being about that time chaplain to Edmund (Grindall), Archbishop of Canterbury. He married Isabel Woodhall, daughter of John and Elizabeth Woodhall of Walden in Essex, and niece of Archbishop Grindall. He was buried in St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle, near the body of his father, William Wilson, late of Wellsbourne, in Lincolnshire, Gent.”,
Born Under a Shower of Stars
Posted on August 11, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
I was born October 8, 1946 two minutes after the sun set. An amazing star-shower was suddenly visible. The nurses in the maternity ward bid my mother to come to the window and look, but, was too spent having just delivered me.
Rosemary said she had a vision while she was giving birth to me, she telling herself she must not forget it. She forgot.
Rosemary named me after John the Baptist because she believed I was born on the Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur. I was born three days after Yom Kippur.
When my Astrologer began her five hour (recorded) reading of my chart, she began
with these words;
“Jon, I have never seen a chart like yours, never knew it was possible. It
begins where all charts in theory begin, on the exact cusp of Pisces and Aries..
For this reason I had to move up the time of your birth ten minutes, or in
theory, you were not born. As it is now, you barely escaped becoming a veritable
prisoner in this lifetime, that is, all the information you came here to share.”
I believe I was born to die, and when I did, my clock was readjusted so my information could be set free. My astrologer said I am of the great Scorpion Scholars of the Biblical Wilderness who sting themselves in order to induce a near-death experience and behold the Creator, if only for a little while.
The large painting I did of Rena had her standing on a grassy hill after the sun
had set and the evening sky was a rainbow with stars coming out in the thalo
blue. There was a crescent moon cradling a star. Rena was wearing a thalo blue
cape the color of Carla Bruni’s sweater. I painted stars along the edge. For two
months I have been thinking of posting this photo, for the entity I saw was
wearing a thalo blue robe and had jet black hair filled with tiny stars like
diamonds.
My freed information needed the imput of female information. When our hands touched in the total darkness an amazing download began. It was and electrical experience.
Rena and I spent six weeks together. We never listened to a radio, watched TV..
or went to a movie. We had no friends. We had no electricity, and lived by
candlelight. But what we did every night on our mountain top, was watch the
sunset, and the gods paint the sky with stars. And then we went to be bed, and
in each other’s arms we dreamt a dream of long ago. And we go wherever the stars
took us that night.
Jon Gregory Presco
The October Draconids, in the past also unofficially known as the Giacobinids, are a meteor shower whose parent body is the periodic comet 21P/Giacobini-Zinner. Almost all meteors which fall towards Earth ablate long before reaching its surface. The Draconids are best viewed after sunset in an area with a clear dark sky.
The 1933[1][2] and 1946[2] Draconids had Zenithal Hourly Rates of thousands of meteors visible per hour, among the most impressive meteor storms of the 20th century. Rare outbursts in activity can occur when the Earth travels through a denser part of the cometary debris stream; for example, in 1998, rates suddenly spiked[3][4] and spiked again (less spectacularly) in 2005.[5] A Draconid meteor outburst occurred[6] as expected[7][8][9] on 2011 October 8, though a waxing gibbous Moon reduced the number of meteors observed visually. During the 2012 shower radar observations detected up to 1000 meteors per hour. The 2012 outburst may have been caused by the narrow trail of dust and debris left behind by the parent comet in 1959.[10]
The Draconids get their name from the constellation Draco, the Dragon.
In 1933 and 1946, the Draconid outbursts were major – observers reported an astounding rate of 20,000 shooting stars an hour. An Irish astronomer described the 1933 episode like a flurry of snowflakes.
http://earthsky.org/tonight/legendary-draconids-boom-or-bust
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