Capturing Beauty
by
John Preso
Oh my Helen.
My Britania from the Corn Husker State
Of being by, your beauty – for fifty days!
In our lille tent by the frog pond
Then I drove you to the sea!
My muse is dead
and it appears there is nowhere to go
Flowers on your graves
The white sails of your husband’s ship
White Crusader
The warm sand
on Rio Nido Beach
The look the beutiful women gave you
when we went to get food at Safeway
They turned to look at us
and let out a breath
We Calfornia Kids
with our perpect tans
our incence
we wore
applied around our campire
as we looked up at the stars
Then we made love
nothing more than my hand
placed on abdomen
Sleep came to us
like a silky cat
In the morning I cooked you bacon
John Presco
I am going to Ojai.- in my mind and spirit? I might be God. I might not be able to die! Meher Baba went to Ojai – and Krishnamurti! My grandmother knew the leaders of the Theosophic Society. The Rosicrucian’s are here. Conrad Wienke raised bees and sold honey on Route 33.
10/5/2024
My California Country Tradition
Folks kept asking if Christine Rosamond was a Lesbian because she painted beautiful woman. My women were her inspiration. I worked on a intricate cosmology centered around women, and inspired by loving women. Christine loved me, and wanted to find someone like me. When she saw me with Rena, she got very jealous. She knew what we were going to do. And she wanted to do that, with me.
I put a crystal atop the black box holding her daughter’s ashes, so the resonance of the rhyme, and the power of the light, won’t fade. In our forever lifetime, everything exists. Then it dies.
Play both videos at the same time. Rena and I made the round trip to Bull Frog Pond Park at least twenty times in my old Dodge. In New York, they called me…..The California Kid! I took this trip with…
The Nebraska Girl
Be out there – my California Brother’s and Sisters!. Get out there! And, vote your bliss!
John Presco
1888: From the Daily Alta, an article on the marriage of Dr. William O.
Stuttmeister and Augusta D. Janke.
Daily Alta California, Volume 42, Number 14175, 24 June 1888
STUTTMEISTER-JANKE.
One of the most enjoyable weddings of the past week took place at
Belmont, Wednesday morning last, the contracting parties being Miss
Augusta Janke, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. August Janke of Belmont,
and Dr. Wm. Stuttmeister of San Francisco. The house was
handsomely decorated with a rich profusion of ferns and flowers, and
at the appointed hour was filled with the relatives and intimate friends
of the contracting parties. At 11 o’clock the wedding march was played
and the bridal party entered the parlor. The bride was attended by Miss
Alice Stuttmeister, a sister of the groom, and Miss Minnie Janke, a
sister of the bride, as bridesmaids, and Dr. Muldownado and Wm.
Janke, a cousin of the bride, were groomsmen. The Rev. A. L. Brewer
of San Mateo performed the beautiful and impressive ceremony under
an arch composed of flowers and greens very prettily arranged, after
which the guests pressed forward and offered their congratulations.
The bride was attired in a very pretty and becoming costume of the
crushed strawberry shade, and wore a corsage bouquet of orange
blossoms. She carried a handsome bouquet of white flowers. After the
guests had paid their compliments the bride and groom led the way to
the dining-room, where the wedding dinner was served and the health
of the newly married pair was pledged. The feast over, the guests
joined in the dance, and the hours sped right merrily, interspersed with
music singing and recitations, until the bride and groom took their
departure amid a shower of rice and good wishes. Many beautiful
presents were received. Dr. and Mrs. Stuttmeister left Thursday
morning for Santa Cruz and Monterey, where they will spend the
honeymoon. On their return they will make their home in Belmont.
1911: Dr. Willian O. Stuttmeister was practicing dentistry in Redwood
City, CA. (Reference: University of California, Directory of Graduates,
Fishing With Pops’s Pole West of The Water Tower
Posted on June 1, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here are two stories I improvise. I am the new Will Rogers and Mark Twain. I own a special contract as a minister, where all my recorded words, and telephone conversations are Copyrighted. Me – and the late Doctor Gene Scott? I need my own T.V. Show!
Jake Soda Pop
Old Man’s Fishing Pole
West of the Water Tower
(47) Wes Of The Water Tower – YouTube
Victoria Beach
Posted on July 8, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Rena was the muse to two California Artists. Christine Rosamond would not have become a world famous artist if I had not rescued Rena Victoria Easton, by the sea – twice! She would go on to marry Admiral Sir Ian Easton who flew a Fairey Fulmer off an aircraft carrier in WW2.
Rena is right out of a Black Mask comic book. I am certain that is writer, Arthur Barnes, and John K. Butler in the camping photo where a unnamed writer brandishes a hand gun. I will be sending this to Parks department in order to get the unnamed beach named after Rena, and the Queen, in honor of War and Sea Romance.
When I first lay eyes on Rena, she was hiding her fear. War creates fear. One had to overcome your fear in order to defeat your enemy. We only found out three years ago we had the same enemy. Rena is ruled by Mars, and I, by Venus. We are a hundred and eighty degrees apart. We were Yin and Yang atop our mountain, searching for Peace and Serenity while war raged in Vietnam. Rena fought me as she fought her fears. We are epic.
Rena may have married an Admiral and lived on the Isle of Wight in order to get over her fear of the sea. Is there a monument to the joint effort to defeat the enemy in the Pacific Theatre? Ian was in charge of making sure America and Britain would be allies, forever!
http://www.cnn.com/2017/07/08/politics/donald-trump-g20-club-of-one/index.html
Last night, world leaders listened to Beethoven’s 9th. Rena is a Aries, the god of war. She is my Damsel in Distress. I rescued her and helped her combat her epic fears. One could stand on Victoria Beach, and imagine a squardron of Spitfires flying out to sea to meet a wave of Nazi bombers in the battle of Britain. Beauty has been captured once again by the forces of evil. Our beautiful women need to be protected fro The Beast!
Christine Rosamond and Rena met. My sister looked deep into her. What she saw was her own fear and abuse, but it was hidden. They are like sisters. That outsiders were given THEIR STORY by an attorney associated with Alcohol Justice, is a true travesty, because it kept THE TRUTH down in a dungeon. Two beautiful artists and their beautiful muse – did not deserve this fate. Rena says in her letter her brother exhibited mental illness, and has disappeared. I have been disappeared because the truth can be frightening. I am just the messenger.
Victory over our fears! Peace……..at last!
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 which were presented during a visit by the Queen in November 1977.[3] He retired in 1978.[1]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Triumph_(R16)
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.
British Defence Staff – US alongside the Foreign and Commonwealth Office and other Government Departments collectively serve the interests of Her Majesty’s Government in the USA.
Every three days, or so, Rena and I would drive Eisenhower on Highway 1 and spend the day at my favorite beach. She did not have a favorite beach. She was afraid of the ocean. I found this out when we stopped on a beach in Santa Barbara. She put herself well away from the waves, with her back to them, reading a book.
“You’re afraid of the ocean, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
We would climb a ladder to get over the barbed wire that kept the sheep off the road. I always stopped to take a picture with my mind’s eye of Rena walking amongst them, to the cliff, and down the trail to a protected beach. It was like being in Ireland, or Scotland.
Being from Nebraska, I knew Rena was ignorant of the many dangers. I did not take a chance that she was a quick learner. Note the warning signs, with discourse. Someone is trying to save lives.
I would make us dinner here. I went to gather driftwood. Coming back with an armful, my heart jumped out of my chest. I dropped the wood and ran down the beach. Rena was nowhere to be seen. Did a sneaker wave take her? There was only one place she could be – if she were still alive. The chances of her being there, was very low. This was an extremely dangerous place.
There was a large rock that buttressed into the water. My heart was racing as I made my way to the other side. I was in a kelp bed. The tide was still low. And, there she was, sitting on a dry rock surrounded by kelp. The look on her face was painful to behold. I knew what she was doing. She was embarrassed that she was afraid of the sea. Well, there are times to be very afraid of the ocean.
I spoke as calmly and lovingly as I could. I did not want her to panic, slip on the kelp, and get hurt. If the tide was coming in, a ten foot wall of water would be pushed in, and not break like a wave. Rena would find herself in a thick kelp bed – just like that! Her struggle to get to the slippery rocks, would be epic.
“Rena! Stay calm. You can’t be there. It is not safe. Get up slowly. Watch your footing, and come towards me.”
The look on her face guaranteed I will love her till the day I die. She did exactly as I told her. When she was near, I grabbed her, and gave her a long hug.
“I thought I had lost you. I thought the sea had taken you from me.”
This is “Unnamed Beach”. How about Victoria Beach?
One day one of the women said leave
me to solitude and nature today I want
to write a letter home and then she settled
herself on the sand and wrote:
“They call this a barren rock — this
Anacapa Island — but yesterday the tide
was low, leaving the plant life exposed.
I wish that I could name the varieties
of sea weed and moss and their wonder-
ful color, but I drop my pen in despair
of ever giving you any conception of
them. The marine gardens grow upon
submerged rocks, for I discovered a
little sand path between them resembl-
ing the pathway of a garden. Hard
against a rock affording protection from
the direct sweep of the waves, I found
a multi-colored star-fish, his back covered,
at regular intervals, with tiny spheres
of white, as if a mermaid had decorated
it with pearls.
Note how the young girl’s father and brothers put her out on the rock to gather kelp. American women couldn’t vote when this image was painted.
(c) Nuneaton Museum and Art Gallery; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Black Mask Authors
Posted on July 28, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press
This extremely rare photo of the first west coast Black Mask get-together on January 11, 1936 captures possibly the only meeting of several of these authors.
Pictured in the back row, from left to right, are Raymond J. Moffatt, Raymond Chandler, Herbert Stinson, Dwight Babcock, Eric Taylor and Dashiell Hammett. In the front row, again from left to right, are Arthur Barnes (?), John K. Butler, W. T. Ballard, Horace McCoy and Norbert Davis.
Rosemary told me her father, Royal Rosamond, used to sail to the Channel Islands and camp with his friend, Dashiell Hammett who is seen standing on the right in the photo above.
Aunt Lillian told me she would fall asleep listening to Royal and Erle Stanley Gardner on the typewriter in the living room. Royal was Gardner’s teacher and a member of the Black Mask. I believe I can almost recoginize Black Mask authors under the tree on Santa Cruz Island sitting under a tree with my grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, who does not look very happy as she embraces a black dog. Who is that woman? Is she a writer? She looks a bit crazed, as does the guy holding a gun. Is Mary hearing some far-out and weird ideas around the campfire?
When I was fifteen Rosemary showed me about six magazines wherein her father’s stories appeared. There were several mysteries. I am going to send the camping photo to some experts. That looks like Raymond Chandler in front of the tent. Is he the guy packing heat?
Hammett wrote the Maltese Falcon that begins with a story about the Knight Templars. Was this a tale passed around the campfire on Santa Cruz Island?
Jon Presco
Copyright 2013
http://www.thrillingdetective.com/trivia/john_k_butler.html
Sir Ian Easton was the head of College of Defence Studies in Washington where I believe he met Rena. It appears Ian Flemming opposed the entrance of Americans into this unit, and his Bond novels were a coded protest. I am sure he knew about Flemming’s feelings, they discussed on a regular basis, especially when the Bond movies came out. Did Ian marry Rena in hope of employing her in a real spy drama, but, she proved, difficult?
Rena on the beach at night – alone
Posted on January 18, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
It is 3:00 A.M. in the morning at the pier in Venice Beach California. It’s been twelve hours since she saw her boyfriend being chased down the boardwalk by a half-dozen muscle men that he called a name. She waited hours for him to come back. She saw the muscle men come back, but she dare not ask what became of him. She had no way of knowing he was in the hospital.
If Rena had gone down and sat on the sand, as it began to grow dark, she went up and sat in one of the bars. What money she had, got spent.
She dare not go back to the apartment she and her lover were staying at because the occupants had taken LSD, and were being rude and extremely suggestive. The two men that took her and her boyfriend in, were considering raping Rena, now that he was not there to protect her.
I am sure as Rena sat in the bar nursing a cola, some older guys put the make on her, tried to pick her up. She turned them down. When the bar closed, she took refuge in the recessed doorway. Christine, Michael, and I did not see her on our way to the end of the pier.
Rena dare not make a collect call to her grandmother in Nebraska for she would become extremely alarmed. What could she do at this late hour. Except for these three people, she had not seen anyone for an hour.
Then, she saw me stop about a hundred yards on the pier. She saw the young couple continue walking. She watched me. She studied me as I looked down on the crashing waves. There we were, alone, on the beach, at night. This beautiful young girl was never more afraid, never more convinced she would die.
* * *
When I was sixteen, Marilyn came and found me and had me go with her. She took me down a hall at our high school where they had a display case. There were works of art and some photographs. There was a young man standing on the sand looking out to sea. He was wearing a peacoat.
“Is that you?” Marilyn asked.
I studied it, then recalled a young man who came up to me while I doing my meditation and asked if he could take a photograph. I loved the ocean. I found sanctuary here with Marilyn, and then with Melinda.
“Yes. That’s me.”
I was famous for my seascapes. I could do one in six hours. I never knew what they would look like. After posting Walt Whitman’s poem, it came back to me.
I unbuttoned my peacoat and invited her to lie on a wing of it on the sand. I clutched her tightly to me as she sobbed. I felt her warm tears roll down my neck. I had just talked her out of walking north up the beach to her friends she said she had in San Fransisco. They were Beat types, like Sky, who was found dead with his beautiful face erased with a blow-torch. Melinda’s father sent two guys after this Venice Beat who was in love with his sixteen year old daughter.
I applied all my love, all my art, all my poetry, all the beauty I owned, in my search for a solution. I had just turned seventeen. I had no job, no money, no home of my own, and no power.
When I saw Christine and Michael coming back from their walk to the end of the pier, I started walked back to my little sister’s apartment. That’s when Rena sprang out of the door towards me.
“Can I walk with you?”
When Brian shut Rena and I out, I reminded him I had just given up my apartment for his good friend. So, he grabs his tent, and throws it down on the ground, locks the door, and leaves. I set the tent of in the backyard, and that night Rena and I get in it. It is summer. We start taking off our clothes, so alas we can have sexual intercourse. Then I see her bare back with the flow of her auburn hair cascading down it.
“My God, Rena! You have the most beautiful back. Let’s leave our underwear on. I don’t think doing it in a backyard is right. Here, lie down and let me rub your back.”
For an hour we were both in heaven as my hand explored, my nails, tickled, and the palm of my hand lie on her abdomen. I worshipped a Goddess, and I filled her with color energy. Then, I pulled our blankets halfway outside our tent, and we looked up at the stars. My message was one of cosmic union and love. Rena fell asleep on my arm and shoulder.
I had a poetic voice. Rena had forgotten that. Then she listened to my ‘Birth of Venus’. She became alarmed, because, she came to own that voice. She never considered the source after she left for home.
Jon Presco
When Rena and I first kissed on my friend’s floor, a cosmic event occurred. We both found The Other. Cosmic Sparks, flew. The energy we created altered – much! How much?
Let us return to the place of The Kiss. It happened on Congress Avenue in Oakland California after my friend kidnapped Rena, drove down Pismo Beach with her until she demanded he return for me, he having left me standing there, watching him go crazy. He had to have her, just as Paris had to have Hellen.
So jealous was Brian of me, of us, that he locked us out of his apartment and went to stay at his mothers. Rena and I were now homeless. Brian gave us his tent and sleeping bag so we could sleep in the backyard. I went to Map Quest to look at that house again where I once lived. I had just given up my apartment there for a married couple and newborn child. I had gone to LA and considered moving there. I met Rena at the Venice Pier. I have never seen such a beautiful woman hence. Her animal magnetism was off the chart. She was a creature from another planet. The cosmic image above was posted on Facebook by my friend Persephone Rose who post a beautiful woman on her wall everyday. She thinks Rena is my Twin Soul. I concur, for we are both very isolated at this moment, if not most of our life.
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
Congress of Love
Posted on February 3, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press
Whatever wonderful genetics Rena’s parents carried before they made love and born four beautiful daughters, was from a superior gene pool. Combined, the results were overwhelming, overpowering. When Rena came at me from the dark doorway and stood feet from me, I had to look away so I could catch my breath. When I looked at this creature, I was a disbeliever. They don’t make human being this beautiful. Then, it spoke;
“Can I walk with you?”
When I saw the movie ‘Species’ I laughed aloud at the urgency of the alien to mate with an earth man and was being very direct. Rena could have been asking me a carnal question. This just doesn’t happen in real life. Why me? Is it because I carry the genetics of Royal Rosamond who gave birth to four beautiful daughters? Did Rena read my genetic material, somehow, and I was fit to be her Knight in Shining Armor?
I found, her. She was lost and forsaken. Rena is a Foundling. For reasons she did not divulge she was sent to live with her grandmother when she was seven. In a letter she sent me a year ago she says she was sexually abused by her father. She did not grow up with her three sisters who became models. She did not get along with, them, her family, that she felt she was not a part of. And now, he boyfriend has disappeared leaving her alone, and without a place to lay her head. Alas, Rena has made manifest her core identity, the way she truly feels most of her waking hours. For seven hours or more she has had time to study her situation, take it all in, her hidden feelings that are concealed no more. This is one of the best things that ever happened to her, for she alone can hone her survival skills, and come up with ‘The Solution’. I was that solution, she chose. She chose me, like a preditor, a Cheetah that has run down a gazelle.
“Sure. I was expecting you!” is the answer I managed to eek out, for I was rendered speechless.
“What do you mean by that?” Rena asked, she moving a step ahead of me in order to head my answer off, get a better look into my eye for the glint of a a hidden agenda.
When we woke that first morning she was very relaxed with me, for I told her the truth;
“I am a harmless romantic. Don’t be afraid.”
We spent two nights in that backyard. Men who met me, now rushed into the backyard to behold her. They didn’t bother to say hello to me, the dude they didn’t know that well, and, didn’t want to know – at all! I was disgusted! They were like dogs around a bitch in heat.
Then, there was Rena’s walk, her gate. We walked through a tough Oakland neighborhood she oblivious and impervious to any danger, or anyone. I was awestruck at how she was taken in. Rena got respect. It was like I had a man-eating beast, on a leash! We walked to a store located on 35th. Avenue in Oakland. When people saw Rena coming their way, they were spellbound. She exuded animal magnetism. She was a Sexy Beast. She put on a show for real cowboys back in Nebraska. Se made grown married men, whimper.
Rena was the most perfectly proportioned woman I have ever beheld, and she was tall, about 5/11. From afar you knew you were going to be treated to a show. She had a walk – the walk! It was like a great cat. Then there was the look in her eyes. This was a powerful human being. I loved to study people’s reaction to her. There were some cool Latinos and Blacks in this hood. Coming from Grand Island Nebraska, this seventeen year old had no idea how cool she was, how she complimented every scene, every stage she walked onto. Everyone parted the way, and got a good look she seemed oblivious to. Irene had animal magnetism – in spades! She was a very rare Royal Flush!
About to go into the store, suddenly Rena backed up. She spotted a magazine in the window depicting a blonde in a bathing suit.
“I think that is my sister. She said. “She was going to be one the cover of a magazine.”
We went inside to get a closer look.
“No. It’s not my sister.”
Now, I am four generation Oakland, and I never dreamed I would hear such words. LIFE magazine had done a pictorial on ‘California Girl’s’ obviously shot on the beach in Southern California. This blonde is emerging from the sea, dripping wet, splashing in the foam. She is a beautiful Nereid. I just found the photos for this article. I suspect Rena’s sister is amongst the group of waders, or, perhaps she is the woman lying on her side with her back to us.
This article precedes the Sports illustrated pictorial. I am sure there was a contest to see who gets on the cover, and Rena’s sisters, lost. This meant, LIFE magazine hired at least one professional model. However, when I first walked on Santa Monica beach at sixteen years of age, I saw model material everywhere.
Marilyn, my first girlfriends, modeled for Sea and Ski when she was thirteen, which happens to be the age of consent in Nebraska. I assume this was because young women were scarce in the barren planes, and young men were want to start family early so as to have sons to work the fields. Rena, and her three beautiful sisters, wanted none of that, and fled. That is Marilyn, the blonde in the black and white photo. The famous fashion photographer did a shoot of Marilyn on the beach siting on a rock like a Mermaid.
I am going to assume Rena’s boyfriend heard about the sister modeling in California, and drove Rena out west to see if she could be discovered and end up in a magazine, or, on the silver screen?
My friend was a good friend of the Stackpole family who lived in the Oakland hills. After the Oakland fire we went and looked at the ruins of the Stackpole home. What a loss. Thousands of negatives were consumed in the inferno. Peter Stackpole shot Hollywood stars for LIFE and was assigned to Liz Taylor. Peter went on a cruise with Errol Flynn who dated two of the four Rosamond sisters who were raised in Ventura by the Sea. Rosemary and Lillian argued forever about whom the Swashbuckler was attracted to the most.
My grandfather, Roy Reuben Rosamond, wrote for Out West and Liberty magazine. I believe he and I were the embodiment of the minor god, Nerites, who was the brother of the Nereids, the only male sibling. Consider the fifty images of the Rosamond Women captured in the gallery in Carmel, a city co-founded by Robert Louis Stevens.
I just noted that the name Irene (Rena’s birth name) is found in Nereid.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, was encouraged to take up writing by Jack and Fanny Cory, tow creative siblings not unlike I and my sister, the world famous artist known as Rosamond.
The Channel Islands remind me of the Isle of Wight where the poets Tennyson and Swineburne lived. It was Royal’s dream to found a retreat for poets. Both of these English poets were inspired by Fair Rosamond.
http://www.jstor.org/stable/2917899
http://www.sacred-texts.com/etc/ml/ml22.htm
Jon Presco
IT WAS a glorious summer morning
at the Chautauqua at Ventura-
Bgra by-the-sea. A breeze wafted in
5^™* from off old ocean, Jaden with
mysterious odors — a salt tang — as wel-
come as it was invigorating.
As far out as the eye could reach, a
cobalt mist clung to the bosom of the
sea, above which the peaks and slopes
of the Anacapa Islands appeared, height-
ened by the uncertain thickness of fog.
To the right, on a high plateau, but a
few rods from the beach, “Pierpont
Inn,”, that wonderful hostelry — stood
like an old lion looking out to sea.
Although early, the bathers were
sporting in the surf, shouting their hap-
piness above the thunder and roar of
the breakers. A maiden in a bathing
suit of translucent green came dripping
from the surf, seating herself hear where
the waves were spreading out like great
fans. She began to arrange, with deft
fingers, the massive coils of golden hair.
Suddenly, a great wave rose up,, curved
and spilled, and the contour of her slen-
der body was caught in sharp relief
against the foam — a vision of jade and
ivory and gold perched imperiously be-
yond the waves.
Two couples came up from the sea
and threw themselves upon the clean
white sand to dry — among the dunes
over which appeared the Chautauqua
Building and the rows of white tents —
the tent city.
One of the women shrieked in ecs-
tacy of delight, throwing the dry sand
as she had splashed water the moment
before. “Oh,” she cried. “I am the
mate and the captain bold, and the crew
of the Nancy Lee; I’m going to explore
those islands!” pointing toward Ana-
By Roy Reuben Rosamond
Anacapa twenty miles away.
“Completely wearied by this ocean
air and splendid environment, science,
religion, literature and music and art!”
exclaimed Frank, her husband.
“Certainly not,” laughed the girl,
pelting him with sand. “I expect to
camp here every summer of my life and
rest and hear the lectures and the music,
but a trip to those islands is the missing
link in my chain of happiness. We have
gone sailing, fished and bathed in the
sea, visited the grand old San Buena-
ventura Mission and the Native Daugh-
ter Palms, enjoyed the scenic beauty
of the Matilija and the drive around the
Triangle, and now it must be a trip to
the islands. And so it was agreed that
they would go.
A boat was chartered and the day set
for the trip ovei*.
The Captain steered the boat Anacapa
— the morning that they started — one
point west of south. This would bring
them to the little harbor at the islands.
Perched upon the roof of the cabin,
forward, the women enjoyed every mo-
ment, for the sea was as calm as a lake.
Frank and John were aft, where the trol-
ling lines claimed their attention. Sud-
denly a line stretched taut. “Another
passenger!” Frank shouted; and then the
Captain slowed down until a twenty
pound albacore could be taken aboard.
The excitement was intense until the
fish lay flopping on the deck.
The Santa Barbara Channel is always
interesting to those crossing to or from
the islands. Whales and sharks are
often seen and a trip is seldom made
without passing through a school of
porpoise. Sea gulls circled the air.
A coast line steamer appeared to port
and then dissapeared to starboard, cross-
ing the bow.
“We should be able to see the island
presently” said Frank.
The Captain looked at his watch.
“Three hours out,” he said. “They
are about three miles off.”
“See the arch there at the east end.”
said the Captain. Immediately all eyes
338
OUT WEST
were turned toward the solitary rock
near the larger east island, resembling
the arch of some great gateway.
“How long are the islands?” asked
John.
“About six miles long,” the Captain
replied. “There are three islands in
the group, the west island and the middle
island separated by a gap about ten feet
wide, and the middle and east island
separated by a wide gap, where the
waves of the south meet the channel
waves, making a great roar as they
come together.”
“It appears to me that the west is-
land would afford some hill-climbing,”
said Frank. “It must have been the
peak of a great mountain before the
deluge.”
“Yes, it is difficult to climb,” agreed
the Captain. “It is almost a thousand
feet high. Those dark spots you see
just above the surface of the water are
the caves. And the marine gardens
lie near the shore. Can you see the camp
there near the first gap? That is where
we land. We call it Webster Bay.”
“See the houses there on the middle
island!” Rose exclaimed.
“They were built years ago, by Fish-
ermen, and are now used by the campers.
Just below them there is a cave that
has never been explored and which roars
continually.”
The islands became more interesting
as the launch drew nearer. More caves
came into view. The rough jagged
rocks became more and more picturesque.
A seal thrust his head above the water
near a great garden of golden kelp.
It was twelve o’clock when the Anacapa
dropped anchor in Webster Bay. Every-
one declared that it had struck twelve
in their stomaches fully an hour before,
so keen was their hunger. So they went
ashore with only that part of the camp-
ing outfit that would respond to their
immediate wants. No need of haste
here in this other world where whistles
did not blow nor the telephone ring.
They chose a sandy shelf high above
the rocky beach, with a pathway lead-
ing up to it; and here they pitched their
tents. The real exploration began early
the next morning, after an out-of-door
breakfast. They secured one of the
Captain’s skiffs — and started toward
the marine gardens and the Painted
Caves, which are only a short distance
west of the harbor.
Soon they were looking over the edge
of the skiff at the wonders beneath
them. Mysterious, busy life swarmed
everywhere. The marine gardens ex-
tend to the very entrance of the Painted
Cave. Golden kelp swings back and
forth as the violet waves go slowly
in and out; but beyond the narrow en-
trance the water widens into a minia-
ture lake, and the receding walls and
roof are plainly visible.
Within the great dome-like cavity
a narrow: beach makes a half circle, and
here they left the skiff, climbing up the
sloping back-wall as if passing up the
aisle of same great theater. Water
lashing against the stony beach sent
up a sound to be pitched back and forth
against the walls until it became a hol-
low, awesome sound, filling the cave
with a roar.
The cave is about three hundred feet
in diameter and over a hundred high.
It is color rather than dimension that
makes it attractive. It looks as if a
painter had mixed, in turn, the brightest
colors with green, throwing the result
promisciously against the walls and roof.
The fact that the colors are always fresh
and vivid is a mystery to many.
The Painted Cave is the most beauti-
ful wonder-spot about Anacapa. The
nature lover will travel as far to see it
as the art lover to view a masterpiece
in painting.
West of the Painted Cave perpendi-
cular walls of rock come down to meet
the sea. A bald-headed eagle was perch-
ed on a high pinnacle like a guardian
of the isles.
The Water Cave was the next place
to be visited. Here the only fresh water,
excepting that caught in a cistern below
the houses, trickles down the walls,
watering the wild flowers growing in
natural jardeniers, being finally caught
in a cement basin some thoughtful fish-
erman had made some time before.
That afternoon they passed through
an arch in the ridge of the island and
explored a portion of the south side afoot,
the beaches where the moonstones
abound and the shells of many pattern
lure one into searching for them.
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Of all the shells none are so beautiful
as the abalone. Some seem to have
caught, in some mysterious manner, the
sheen of moonlight upon the water, still
others the crimson and gold of the sun-
set sea.
“Come,” said the Captain the next
morning. “We are going to the east
end of the island and see the arch and
will troll on the way.” This was an
invitation to all the campers, and so the
Anacapa glided away.
On the way to the east end the launch
passed by many interesting places. Just
below the houses there is a place called
Stingaree Bay, a narrow beach, the en-
trance of which is lined with jagged
rock-points. Here the Winfield Scott,
that merchantman of the olden, golden
days of California, loaded with gold dust
and bound for Panama, ran ashore in
the fog, Sept. 1852, and was wrecked.
A few of her crew managed to cross the
channel in a small boat, landing some-
where in the vicinity of Ventura, where
they sent a messenger by relay to San
Francisco and a rescue ship was sent
out from that port, reaching the remain-
ing crew of the wrecked ship after their
many days of hardship and suffering.
Not a man of the crew was lost, although
it was believed that only a portion of the
gold was recovered. For years a por-
tion of the half-submerged ship remained
in the little cove, its wreckage strewn
upon the narrow beach, but piece by
piece it has been taken by visitors and
cherished as a relic.
One day one of the women said leave
me to solitude and nature today I want
to write a letter home and then she settled
herself on the sand and wrote:
“They call this a barren rock — this
Anacapa Island — but yesterday the tide
was low, leaving the plant life exposed.
I wish that I could name the varieties
of sea weed and moss and their wonder-
ful color, but I drop my pen in despair
of ever giving you any conception of
them. The marine gardens grow upon
submerged rocks, for I discovered a
little sand path between them resembl-
ing the pathway of a garden. Hard
against a rock affording protection from
the direct sweep of the waves, I found
a multi-colored star-fish, his back covered,
at regular intervals, with tiny spheres
of white, as if a mermaid had decorated
it with pearls.
— “I think that the real charm of
these islands is the color and the clean,
pure sea. One day we looked down into
the sea from a great distance, into the
green and purple depths and the creamr
white racing foam. Purity! How near
God seems over here. One grows ac-
customed to looking at the life below
rather than the life above the water,
so deep can the eyes penetrate.
— “We have been here five days, have
eaten fish twice a day and have not
served the same kind twice. The law
on crawfish has been in force for two
years and is just out. The fisherman
are busy with their traps! We found
a cove where large crawfish abound, and
went to get one, with no other weapon
than the oars. The water was clear
and shallow, and there they were hugging
the grass-grown walls of the cove only
three feet beneath us. Frank stabbed
one with an oar.
— “This morning we climbed the middle
island and visited the ancient burial
ground. Judging from the dimensions
of their camping ground, which is strewn
with de-composed sea shells, there must
have been a large tribe here at one time.
— “Last night phosphorescence cover-
ed the whole surface of the sea and
when the great waves broke and pored
they sent out great flashes of shattered
light and glimmer. John threw a rock
into a quiet spot and as it descended it
left behind it myriad sparks like a comet’s
tail. Fish would pass near the shore,
with two streams of light trailing back
on either side. The spectral depths
were all aglow.
— “One of the island peaks reminds me
of the Statue of Liberty. And just
west of our camp there is a likeness of
George Washington on a point of rock
that juts out into the foam.
— “We must start for home tomorrow,
for our ten days provisions have lasted
but a week. Such appetites! Our main
diet, now, being fish. We are coming
again next year, but will be provided for
ajlonger stay, you may be sure of that.”
Homer Croy, Al Capp, and, Moonbeam
Posted on January 5, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
I finally found out what the book ‘West Of The Water Tower’ is about. A minister’s son falls for the daughter of a wealthy atheist named Bee Chew. This is a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, and, ‘The Scarlet Letter’ co-staring my kin, Reverend John Wilson. I want Quibi to make a quickie movie about this water tower. I also believe ‘The End Time of Moonbeam’ would be a big hit. This is about a ancient Celtic Goddes who is kept a prisoner in a cave in the Ozark Mountains. Sone say she descends from Casandra of Troy. Rena was born to play Moonbeam McSwine.
Al Capp had a lot of power and influence. He attacked Hippies and was accused of exposing himself to women. I am a cartoonist who predicted Trump’s Christ-Complex in 1986. I see that my book ‘The Royal Janitor’ is Cappish. I believe Quibi can do a Lil Abner revival. I got much material. I got the Kimties, Rena belle, Dogpatch, Whoville, and Alley Valkyrie.
I wonder if my kin, Thomas Hart Benton, was aware of Al Capp’s Dogpatch people. Surely my grandfather was, who sold newspapers on a corner. My sister’s artwork told stories.
John Presco
A publicity still for the film West of the Water Tower (1923)
Croy’s novel, a drama set in the fictional town of Junction City, was a thinly veiled critique of his own hometown, Marysville, Missouri. He published it anonymously because its serious tone so conflicted with his well-known light-hearted writings about midwestern life. The novel, and the ensuing film adaptation, concerns a couple who elope in the face of their disapproving families, and subsequently become the subject of scandal when they have a child and the marriage certificate cannot be found.
https://norman.hrc.utexas.edu/bookshopdoor/signature.cfm?item=171#1
Daisy and Rena
Posted on January 20, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
Rena had it all over Daisy, the babe in Dukes of Hazard. Rena had Daisy’s look, but she had a perfect body. Only the Victoria’s Secret models come close to the perfection I got to see almost every day for fifty days. When Rena took off her halter-top, and let her cut-offs drop, it was show time! There were wealthy and powerful men attending the Bohemian Grove Hijinks, taking it all in, the most beautiful woman in the world who knew how to wear a bikini like no one hence. It was a size or two too large. It looked like it would fall off – real easy!
Exert from Ravola of Thunder Mountain by Royal Reuben Rosamond.
I met her in Eminence this morning. I never beheld another such being. She is like the beautiful notes of an organ with all the stops subdued. You see by this that the very implication of her is wonderful. She’ll stand fully six feet tall in her bare heels and this means that, in high heals, she can pick up a shingle and mend leak in most Ozark cabins. She can look down on most men. Her figure if that of a model, rivaling even the dreams, I vow, of the artists of ancient Greece. Her perfect body needs no no adornment in exquisite , clinging garments. Her features have class; her complexion is pink and healthful, her air of grandeur is almost appalling, cowing most men with her sheer superiority. Her eyes large and luminous, deep chestnut, are thrilling, but not come hither. Those great and beautiful orbs seem seem to be a lover’s moon rising over the horizon of her lower lashes. Yes she is temptation, her generous lips and full mouth the last straw to break a mans resistance, She’s exotic and provocative in the same wondrous breath, made but for the arms of a man, made to love and be loved. Have I describe her?
I would add a marked timidity, that gleam of wildness to be found in the does demure eyes” suggested teacher.
Yes, I notice her inward struggle to be natural and unafraid – not bashful, to speak plainly?.
Which hid the air, I take it, of knowing how really superior she is.
“Yes, she would make a great actress, But we must not think of spoiling her with sham. How sweet she is in just being her, her American Frontier self, let me say. Of the wild flowers I’d call her India Paint brush, and equally as brilliant. But, enough. Please let me aloud this, A Few Come Our Alive”
She was tall, dark, half developed, beautiful as a poet’s dream, her rope of hair hanging to her waist. We could tell them what a raving beauty she was due to become.. Shell stand nearly six foot tall.”
Moonbeam
Posted on February 5, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press
The Midwest Muse
Hollywood Hillbillies
Posted on January 20, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
Just saw on T.V. a new show is going to premiere called ‘Hollywood Hillbillies’. I already posted in ‘Sweet Home Alabama’. My grandfather and his family are turning over in their grave. This blog is full of Hillbilly history and threats to turn my family chaos into a reality show. I have compared Rena to Moonbeam McSwine. Too bad my siblings and daughter didn’t let me do my thing as the family writer.
Hell, they got my truck and the first car I owned in two different museums. I’m going to write a script and send it out! It’s going to be titled ‘Me and My Redneck Muse’
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
http://on.aol.com/video/hollywood-hillbillies–sneak-peek-517875977
Three days ago I discovered there is a television show called “Sweet Home Alabama”. It is a dating show built around the theme of “Cultural Warfare” the major theme you will find in this blog. For years I have been threatening to turn this blog into a Reality Show, especially after my daughter mated with a fake NASCAR drunk whose daddy is a Tea Party Crazy living in Texas. Bill Cornwell is a chip off the old block, and my daughter Heather – the country western singer – could have been a contestant on this show when she was younger. At least she would have been wooed by some City Slicks verses the Yokels she’s been bonding with in Santa Rosa because there is a cultural fight over these Southern Belles, just like the fight I had over Rena Christensen and Dottie Witherspoon. Dottie is kin to Reese Witherspoon who starred in the movie this show is name after. Here is my prophetic post where I title members of the Tea Party “insane” in 2011. Most members of my family, and most of my friends, have been calling me insane.
Once again my family is out of the dough due to the cultural warfare they have been waging against me with the help of outsiders. They just don’t want me to succeed. I got no one on my side. The Galls turned on me when their son died in August. I was not invited to Jon Gall’s memorial held in the Gall backyard. When I asked Mark Gall why I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to my friend, he told me I would not get along with HIS NEW friends who are radical Christians, Zionists, and Tea Party admirers. I then find out other old friends were not invited. It just so happens we are Democrats.
Posted on January 20, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
When Rena was sitting in that bar nursing a cola, she was looking way out to sea Could she see the Channel Islands that clear sunny day? My grandfather used to go camping on these Islands. He wrote a story about a man who goes to Santa Cruz Island and befriends a young pig. He is tried in court and found ‘Guilty’.
Here is a young woman who came west from Nebraska. She has no idea she is about to have an impact on California History.
After Mary Rosamond told her husband not to come home, and I must assume after he failed to get a book contract with Homer Croy, Mary dressed the four beautiful Rosamond sister in the Indian costumes that Royal picked up somewhere, and had them drag out boxes full of his little novel he could not sell. After Mary poured some gasoline on the pile of ‘The Copper Indian’, Mary made her daughters whoop and dance around the bonfire. My aunt Lillian says they were crying their hearts out. They were forbidden to mention their father’s name or repeat any of his history. When I exhibited a gift for writing poetry, I became a marked man. The Rosamond sisters, and my grandmother, got spooked.
Roy Reuben Rosamond was a very early promoter of Sunny California and the California Dream that Rena Victoria Christensen may have wanted to sample.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Fletcher_Lummis
http://www.mocavo.com/Out-West-Volume-3/448611/92
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Cruz_Island
Overland Monthly was a monthly magazine based in California, United States, and published in the 19th and 20th century.
The magazine’s first issue was in July 1868, published by Bret Harte, and continued until the late 1875. The original publishers, in 1880, started The Californian, which became The Californian and Overland Monthly in October 1882. In January 1883, the effort reverted to The Overland Monthly (starting again with Volume I, number 1). In 1923 the magazine merged with Out West to become Overland Monthly and the Out West magazine, and ended publication in July 1935.
Famous writers, editors, and artists included:
Ambrose Bierce
Alice Cary
Willa Cather
Frona Eunice Wait Colburn
Bret Harte
Ina Coolbrith
Edgar Fawcett
Henry George
John Brayshaw Kaye
Clarence King
Jack London
Josephine Clifford McCracken
Joaquin Miller
John Muir
Hugo Wilhelm Arthur Nahl
Stephen Powers – on California Native Americans.
William Saroyan
Clark Ashton Smith
Charles Warren Stoddard
Mark Twain
Joseph Pomeroy Widney – contributed 8 articles.
The Dunites, Nazarites, and, Windites
Posted on December 23, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
On this day, I John Gregory Presco, found a Universal Cosmology, that will include a New Order of The Franciscan Friars, the Rosa Mira Prophecy, and some of the teaching of Meher Baba will be included.
John ‘The Windite’
Lily Dew and The Dunites
Posted on February 27, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
Was my grandfather, Victor Hugo Presco, living on his houseboat when Meher Baba visited the Dunites?
John of Saint Francis
Return to the Dunes and Moy Mell
Posted on May 26, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press
When I talked to Carol Williams we spoke between the lines, being, law firms have no spiritual base, and will bleach out all the spirituality they find in Creative People they handle so they can get down to what really matters to them – THE MONEY!
I am more than a Baba Lover. I have traced his families cosmology to the Kurds, as well as the Nazarites. I have been communicating with Kurds on facebook. One group is seeking to form a secular way of life to counter ISIS that is destroying art and selling artifacts.
Sydney Morris crushed my spiritual input in my family, along with the Family Sobriety that I begged him to protect in several letters. I will have to go to the Monterey Supreme Court and see how many of letters got filed in the probate of Christine Rosamond Benton.
Morris did not charge my family any money because he knew he had destroyed us and the Rosamond estate. He knew this while he handled the Creative Legacy of the Weston family. Edward Weston contributed to the ‘Dune Forum’ which published photos of Meher Baba’s visit to the Dunites. Add to these images the photos of Peter Stackpole and we are gazing upon the sublime.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
sublime
1. elevated or lofty in thought, language, etc.: Paradise Lost is sublime poetry.
2. impressing the mind with a sense of grandeur or power; inspiring awe, veneration, etc.:Switzerland has sublime scenery.
During the earlier 1932 visit he had met a spiritual seeker named Sam Cohen, a Theosophist and resident of a loosely knit freethinkers’ community named “Moy Mell” nestled among the dunes on the beach at Oceano, California. The benefactor of this group of intellectuals, spiritual seekers, artists and social misfits was Chester Alan Arthur III, grandson of the 21st President, who went by the name of Gavin. For a time Gavin published a magazine called the Dune Forum, which included articles by such notables as Stuart Edward White (author of the spiritualist classic, The Unobstructed Universe), and photographic contributions by Ansel Adams and Edward Weston (whose dune photographs are well-known). Gavin would frequently entertain the intellectual and artistic elite of America at his cabin in the dunes. Although accounts differ somewhat, it appears that Baba sent disciple Meredith Starr and his wife to Moy Mell in 1932
http://www.photographywest.com/pages/weston_sand_dunes.html
http://socalarchhistory.blogspot.com/2010/11/oceano-dunes-and-westons.html
http://www.ial.goldthread.com/Meher_Baba.html
https://www.photographersgallery.com/by_artist.asp?id=216
“The most amazing vibrations on earth could be found 18 miles south of San Luis Obispo California in the middle of the Oceano Dunes…That’s where we are. A vortex, kinda like Sedona Arizona, just a magnificent energy center.” — Environmentalist John Reid
We’re a few miles south of Pismo Beach not far from the 101 freeway. I’ve been following environmentalist John Reid into the dunes for hours. We’re a little lost, but that’s the nature of the place.
An entire squatter community once disappeared into this wilderness — a colony of hermits, artists and poets called Dunites. They sat out the great depression here in a string of wooded coves, drawing in visitors like John Steinbeck, Upton Sinclair and even India’s holy man, Meher Baba. The Dunite appeal — as, Reid sees it — was their freedom.
“To live the American dream the way it was intended to be lived, not the way it was manufactured to be,” said Reid. “They were able to have their little plots of land, their gardens and their creative enterprises without any government interference.”
Tucked behind commercial farmland and oil fields, the Oceano Dunes are still obscure. Most people I’ve talked to have never heard of them. Strange considering they’re 18 miles long and look like an Egyptian desert sitting halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco.
You know those famous Ansel Adams dune photos? Well, that’s them. Except now they’re a big RV campground and off-roader’s paradise.
Fenced off from the vehicles, the Dunites’ archaeological remains sit side by side with those of the native Chumash who lived here for thousands of years before them. Big white heaps of their ancient discarded meals. Their shell mounds.
“You could tell which ones are Chumash and which ones are Dunite based upon the size of the clam shell,” said Reid. “When the Chumash were here, there were a lot more sea otters, the predator of the Pismo clam. But when the Dunites were here, sea otters had gotten rare, the clams got larger, lived longer.”
Full grown clams, a mediterranean climate, fresh water a few feet underground, and secluded coves. What more could a hermit ask for?
The Changling Under the Fairy Tree
Posted on May 26, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press
Does it matter? From where these beautiful children come, they come with magic.
The photograph of my grandson prepared to seize the day, with his basketball and backpack, tells me none of us, no matter how old or young, are born to disappoint, but, point the way.
When I beheld the photo of Keven and Tyler, I saw a young man of nineteen, perhaps practicing to be a father with his brother’s child?
We are Changling Children, born from the rings in the great Fairy Tree. And we arrive, arrive, we arrive!
Jon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Midsummer_Night’s_Dream
A Midsummer Night’s Dream is a comedy play by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written between 1590 and 1596. It portrays the events surrounding the marriage of the Duke of Athens, Theseus, and Hippolyta. These include the adventures of four young Athenian lovers and a group of six amateur actors (mechanicals), who are controlled and manipulated by the fairies who inhabit the forest in which most of the play is set. The play is one of Shakespeare’s most popular works for the stage and is widely performed across the world.
The first duke of Athens (as well as of Thebes, at first) was Otto de la Roche, a minor Burgundian knight of the Fourth Crusade. Although he was known as the “Duke of Athens” from the foundation of the duchy in 1205, the title did not become official until 1260. Instead, Otto proclaimed himself “Lord of Athens
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duchy_of_Athens
Blavatsky portrayed the Theosophical Society as being part of one of many attempts throughout the millennia by this hidden Hierarchy to guide humanity – in concert with the overall Intelligent Cosmic Evolutionary scheme – towards its ultimate, immutable evolutionary objective: the attainment of perfection and the conscious, willing participation in the evolutionary process. These attempts require an earthly infrastructure (such as the Theosophical Society) which she held was ultimately under the inspiration of a number of Mahatmas, members of the Hierarchy.[8]
Literary critic Shirley Nelson Garner argues that there are several reasons why Oberon wants to take the Indian boy from Titania, but the biggest reason is that Oberon wants Titania’s affection all to himself.
One reason Oberon wants to take the boy from Titania is that, as Garner points out, Titania has an affection for the boy that borders on the erotic. We see this strength of affection when Puck informs us that Titania “crowns [the boy] with flowers, and makes him all her joy,” which is the exact same way we see her treat Bottom when she falls in love with him (II.i.27). Hence, if Oberon is recognizing her affection of the boy as being somewhat erotic, then he would certainly feel jealous and want to have her affection all to himself.
Garner explains that another reason why he is jealous is actually because, not only does she feel a somewhat erotic affection for the boy, Titania also had a very close bond with the boy’s mother. Titania explains that the boy’s “mother was a votaress of [her] order,” meaning a devout worshiper of Titania, possibly even a “priestess.” But beyond being a devout worshiper, Titania also expresses that she and the boy’s mother were very close and very frequently gossiped together and conversed. Thus, when the boy’s mother died while in labor, Titania promised to care for the boy. Hence, another reason why Oberon is jealous of the boy is because he was jealous of the closeness Titania shared with the boy’s mother.
Therefore, we can see that Oberon is jealous of the boy because he does not want Titania sharing her affection with anyone else and instead wants her affection all to himself.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Changeling
Almost all kinds of tree found in the Celtic countries have been thought to have special powers or to serve as the abode of the fairies, especially the magical trio of oak, ash, and thorn. Next in rank are the fruit-bearing trees apple and hazel, followed by the alder, elder, holly, and willow. The esteem given different trees varies in different parts of the Celtic world; on the Isle of Man, the phrase ‘fairy tree’ denotes the tramman elder.[1] The medieval Welsh poem Cad Goddeu (The Battle of the Trees) has been interpreted as a remnant of Druidic lore, possibly relating to the Celtic tree alphabet ogham found across northwestern Europe.
Mary Magdalene Rosamond of Saint Francis
Posted on December 1, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
Briar Cliff University is a private, Franciscan, Roman Catholic, liberal arts university located in Sioux City, Iowa, United States.
In March 1929, Mother Mary Dominica Wieneke, Major Superior of the Sisters of Saint Francis of Dubuque, along with the Most Rev. Edmond Heelan, Bishop of the Sioux City Diocese, co-founded Briar Cliff College after meeting with members of the Sioux City community, who committed to raising $25,000 to support the establishment of a Catholic women’s college in Sioux City. The twelve foundresses of the College were carefully chosen by Mother Dominica. They were led by Sister Mary Servatius Greenen, who was named the first president.[2]
“Little Briar Rose“, a folk tale originally recorded by the Brothers Grimm and used as a basis for Disney’s Sleeping Beauty and Maleficent
Meher Baba & Giovanni Francis of Assisi
Posted on December 14, 2017by Royal Rosamond Press
To discover Saint Francis was name John (Giovanni) by he mother, who I now consider to have been a Nazarite Mother after Hannah, Elizabeth, and Samson’s in-named mother, I might own proof there is a God. I am not offering a sublime rapture of spiritual feelings, nor do I seek any followers. My hand has been forced. God has taken everything from me in His Election. Job and Jonah and I have much in common.
My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, visited the Ojai Center and made friends with members of the Theosophical Society that suggested Khrishnamurti was the Second Christ. I suspect Mary looked at me as a candidate.
The felling of Baba’s oak nearby, tells me there is a great spiritual wind and fire that is electing God’s People in a way I will describe to you. Consider Elijah being taken up in a Chariot of Fire.
Giovanni ‘The Nazarite’
Meher Baba and Saint Francis
Posted on February 10, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
“Saint Francis of Assisi was the only one of the very few saints in Europe to become a Perfect Master.”
4/4/2020
Victoria Bond as Andromeda
In August of 2013 I compared Irene Easton to Andromeda and the un-named Pricess that is sacrificed to the Dragon in the legends of Saint George. I got an e-mail from Tomas Ensley who knew Rena sense elementary school. They kissed in a car after a date, and Rena want no more of his kisses.
For hundreds of year artist and sculptures have used living models to render Greek and Roman gods. In 1971, Rena sent a photo of her profile in order to do a painting of her as a un-named goddess. My sister saw a photograph of this painting and took up art – to become world famous! Rena is Rosamond’s muse. She beheld her minutes after WE rescued by the sea.
Tomas Ensley is a registered sex offender. I suspect he read my posts where I find Rena, and she sends me a long letter. I suspect he was already in touch with her, and kept this a secret, because, he did not want to share his secret fantasies about her. “He who accuses – excuses!” It would not take much to depict me as some kind of kidnapper. The name of my auto-biography is;
CAPTURING BEAUTY
I am kin to Ian Fleming via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor who was a a collector and promoter of art, as well as Any Warhol’s Muse. Fleming wanted Liz’s husband, Richard Burton, to play in the first Bond movie.
John Presco
Author of ‘The Royal Janitor’
Copyright 2020
P.S. I just googled the movie ‘The Andromeda Strain’. This is the psychic warning I have been getting since 2013.
“There is no information about Rena on the site. She’s kept a low profile and we assume she has her reasons. We all respect that. We knew her as a lovely, sweet and troubled young woman. Your words have romanticized her beyond recognition. I’m happy that I knew her, but Rena was no goddess. I think she would have laughed to hear you call her that. There are no goddesses after all. Only those that we choose to place on a pedestal. She is just another soul on a wild trip through the Universe, just like the rest of us. It is likely that she will hear of your inquiries in time. When that happens, it is her choice whether to respond. Please allow her that. I want your promise on this. Understand, it took me no more than twenty minutes of searching to locate your name and to make contact with you. Surely Rena would have no trouble doing the same, if it was her desire.
Tomas”
A team is deployed to recover a military satellite which has returned to Earth, but contact is lost abruptly. Aerial surveillance reveals that everyone in Piedmont, Arizona, the town closest to where the satellite landed, is apparently dead. The duty officer of the base tasked with retrieving the satellite suspects that it returned with an extraterrestrial contaminant and recommends activating “Wildfire”, a protocol for a government-sponsored team of scientists intended to contain threats of this nature.
The Wildfire team, led by Dr. Jeremy Stone, believes the satellite—intentionally designed to capture upper-atmosphere microorganisms for bio-weapon exploitation—returned with a deadly microorganism that kills through nearly instantaneous blood clotting. Upon investigating Piedmont, the team discovers that the townspeople either died in mid-stride or went “quietly nuts” and committed bizarre suicides. Two survivors—the sick, Sterno-addicted, geriatric Peter Jackson and the constantly bawling infant Jamie Ritter—are biological opposites who somehow survived the organism.”
Victoria Bond looked down on the people in the lobby as she rode the escalator to the top floor of Lloyd’s where Clive de Rougemont had his office. His family were co-founders of Lloyd’s of London. She has never been to the headquarter of BAD. She had debriefed herself on the train ride. She felt she was prepared for what awaited her. What she was not prepared for was the oil of abeautiful woman that was hung above Clive’s desk. She went right to it, and did not see Mr. Rougemont’s outstretched hand.
“Who is this. She……looks like me!”
‘She should look like you. She is your great grandmother.”
Victoria felt a rush of blood to her head and neck. She has taken blow to her solar plexus. And now………….her third eye!
“It’s time for you to know who you are! Come here. Sit down. Here is your grandfather. Clive clicked play on his computer. “Here is your grandfather.”
Denis de Rougemont Founded European Union
Posted on June 9, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Denis de Rougemont, writer, pictured in Geneva, Switzerland, in the 1970ies. (KEYSTONE/PHOTOPRESS-ARCHIV/Str)
Denis de Rougemont, Schriftsteller, aufgenommen in den 1970er Jahren in Genf. (KEYSTONE/Max Vaterlaus)
Denis de Rougemont was titled ‘The Prince of European Culture’. He was at the first Bilderberg meeting, and is considered a co-founder of the European Union. Frederich the Great granted the Rougemonts of Neufchatel a title of old nobility when he came to this area in Switzerland. Rougemont was the Director of Congress of Cultural Freedom that employed Writers and Artists against the Soviet Block.
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor may be kin to Denis.
Jon Presco
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8.09.1906, Couvet (Neuchâtel) – 6.12.1985, Geneva
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Denis de Rougemont
Biography
Denis de Rougemont was born on on September 8th, 1906 in Couvet in the Canton from Neuchâtel in Switzerland. His/her father is Pasteur. He continues studies of letters at the University of Neuchâtel between 1925 and 1930. In parallel, it starts its first voyages and remains in particular in Vienna, in Hungary and Souabe.
In 1930, it settles in Paris and becomes, within the Esprit movements and the Order New one of the founders of Personalism, at the sides of Emmanuel Mounier, Arnaud Dandieu, Robert Aron, Henri Daniel-Rops and Alexandre Marc. They were called “the nonconformists of the Thirties”. Rejecting as well Hitler as Stalin, just as nationalism and individualism, they preach the idea of an political organization, economic and social which is with the service of the Person designed like a unit at the same time distinct (the individual) and connected to the Community (the citizen), at the same time free (as an individual) and person in charge (as a citizen).
The Marine Society and Rougemont
Posted on August 9, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
Clive de Rougemont was head of the Sea Cadets. He is of a Huguenot banker ancestry that fled with much of France’s wealth after the repeal of the Edict of Nantes. This family founded Lloyd’s of London. I may be kin to this family.
Jon Presco
Marine Society to merge with Sea Cadets
By David Osler
June 03 2004 Lloyds List
THE Marine Society is to lose its independence and merge with the Royal
Navy-controlled Sea Cadets, after being forced to discontinue its training
ship activities for financial reasons.
Both decisions – announced at the organisation’s annual meeting in London
yesterday, which was addressed by the Princess Royal – appear to reflect
financial realities determined by the continuing decline in UK seafarer
numbers.
The accounts given to attendees showed that subscription and donation
income totalled just ?43,700 ($80,320) last year.
Expenditure of training activities alone – most notably on the vessel TS
Earl of Romney – was over 10 times that figure.
But although Earl of Romney offered basic sea experience to more than 560
adults and young people last year, the 1957-built vessel is to be paid off
this year, and not replaced.
There is no immediate financial crisis, given that the organisation has
built up fixed assets of around ?8.8m in the centuries since its foundation
in 1756.
However, chairman Clive de Rougemont admitted: “Over the past year, the
council has been doing much soul-searching over the future of the society.”
It would be “problematical to say the least” to find the cash for a new
training ship, and a radical solution was needed.
Thus it had been decided to pool resources with another complimentary
charity and to merge with the Sea Cadet Association.
The new organisation will be called The Marine Society and Sea Cadets, he
said.
Practical and legal issues meant that a final timetable had yet to be drawn
up, but fusion was likely by the end of this year.
The merger will take the form of the transfer of Sea Cadet assets and
undertakings to the Marine Society.
The Queen, the society’s existing patron, will also act as patron of the
new organisation.
At yesterday’s meeting, the Princess Royal paid tribute to the work of both
the Marine Society and the Sea Vision campaign.
To the delight of trade union observers present, her speech noted that
while the government’s tonnage tax policy had strengthened the Red Ensign,
it had not boosted seafarer numbers.The Marine Society
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The Marine Society was the world’s first seafarers’ charity. In 1756, at the beginning of the Seven Years’ War against France, Austria, Russia, Sweden and Saxony (and subsequently Spain and Portugal) Britain urgently needed to recruit men for the navy. Jonas Hanway (1712-1786), who had already made his mark as a traveller, Russia Company merchant, writer and philanthropist, must take the chief credit for founding the society which both contributed to the solution of that particular problem, and has continued for the next two and a half centuries to assist many thousands of young people in preparing for a career at sea.
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[hide] 1 Formation
2 Incorporated by Act of Parliament
3 Hostilities cease, Education starts
4 After the Second World War
5 Notes
6 External links
Formation[edit source]
Plaque marking site of the foundation of The Marine Society
The Marine Society, the world’s oldest public maritime charity, was the brainchild of a group of London merchants and gentlemen, who first met at the King’s Arms Tavern, Cornhill, London on June 25, 1756 to discuss a plan to supply two or three thousand seafarers for the navy.[citation needed] Recruitment began immediately. Sponsors were sought and advertisements for volunteers appeared in newspapers and on the street:
“Notice is hereby given, that all stout lads and boys, who incline to go on board His Majesty’s Ships, with a view to learn the duty of a seaman, and are, upon examination, approved by The Marine Society, shall be handsomely clothed and provided with bedding, and their charges born down to the ports where His Majesty’s Ships lye, with all other proper encouragement.”
Ten men were duly clothed and delivered to ships of the King’s navy. In this small way began the work of The Marine Society. The main object of the charity when founded was sending unemployed or orphaned teenagers to sea as officers’ servants. The Royal Navy was estimated to need about 4,500 boys as servants during wartime. Approximately a thousand were ‘young gentlemen’ intending to be officers, and many of the remainder were supplied by the Society. As the boys were for the most part from non-seafaring families the Society probably provided a real increase of several thousand to the pool of naval recruitment. The Society also provided over ten thousand naval recruits with free clothing, which helped reduce the typhus problem.[1]
Incorporated by Act of Parliament[edit source]
The scheme really took off. By 1763, the Society had recruited over 10,000 men and boys; in 1772, such was its perceived importance in the life of the nation, it was incorporated in an Act of Parliament. Admiral Nelson became a stalwart supporter and trustee of the charity, such that by the time of the Battle of Trafalgar (1805) at least 15% of British manpower was being supplied, trained and equipped by The Marine Society. The relative professionalism of these men, the great British naval hero readily acknowledged, played a part in his victories.
Hostilities cease, Education starts[edit source]
But the end of hostilities meant that naval recruitment was no longer the nation’s first priority, although Admiral Boscawen was later to write: “No scheme for manning the navy, within my knowledge, has ever had the success as the Marine Society’s.”
Hanway now formulated plans for transferring boys to the merchant service on their discharge from naval ships and from then on, the Society was equally involved with both Royal and Merchant navies.
Early reports from commanding officers had indicated that the number of desertions might be reduced if boys equipped by the Society were given a period of training before being sent to sea.
Initially the Society hired a schoolmaster and bandmaster to teach some of the boys and in 1786 purchased a merchant ship the Beatty, which was converted to a training ship and renamed Marine Society. The Society thus became the first organisation in the world to pioneer nautical training for boys in its special school ship which was moored in the Thames between Deptford and Greenwich.
This example was followed in the nineteenth century by many other organisations in ports round the British Isles. From 1799 until 1918 The Admiralty provided a succession of training ships, the last two of which were renamed Warspite. In 1922 the Society commissioned HMS Hermione as the third Warspite. However the outbreak of the second world war forced the Society to evacuate the ship owing to the probability of air attack.
From 1756 to 1940 the Society recruited over 110,000 men and boys for the Royal Navy, the British East India Company and Merchant service. Records show that from 1756 to 1815 the charity provided some twelve percent of naval manpower, all the more valuable to the nation since each one was a volunteer.
After the Second World War[edit source]
After the Second World War, the Society concluded that there were by then sufficient facilities for sea-training provided by national authorities. It continued to provide sea-kits for many young seafarers and, where necessary, offered grants for their education, but in the 1950s the Society began to insist that cadets thus helped should have completed a good general education, obtaining a minimum of four GCE passes at O level. In this way The Marine Society pioneered what was subsequently accepted as standard practice for the entry of officers into the Merchant Navy.
Between 1940 and 1987, as the Society’s reserves increased, was not only able to help individual seafarers but also to make grants to many maritime charities. In 1981 it provided the base funds for the Marine Adventure Sailing Trust, a limited life investment trust fund, which enabled it to make further substantial grants to the Sea Cadet Corps, TS Foudroyant, Ocean Youth Club and other maritime youth charities.
In 1976 the Society amalgamated with various other maritime charities with similar aims, including the Incorporated Thames Nautical Training Trust (HMS Worcester), the Seafarers Education Service The Marine Society College of the Sea, the Sailors’ Home and Red Ensign Club, the Merchant Navy Comforts Service Trust and the British Ship Adoption Society. The merger of the Seafarers Education Service with The Marine Society at this time was hugely significant and helped to ensure the continued relevance of both operations. The SES consisted of The Marine Society College of the Sea and Seafarers Libraries, and had been inaugurated in 1919 by Albert Mansbridge who had earlier founded the Workers Educational Association. Both the College of the Sea and Seafarers Libraries continue to flourish today.
For the past 30 years,[2] the principal objectives of The Marine Society have been to facilitate and to provide practical and financial support for the education, training and well-being of all professional seafarers and to encourage young people to embark on maritime careers.
For many years The Marine Society has had strong ties with the Sea Cadet Corps, not only as benefactor and landlord to the SCA, but also by providing sea training opportunities for hundreds of sea cadets each year.
It was because of these ties plus the complementary objectives of the two charities and, more specifically, the mutual desire to introduce an element of Merchant Navy ethos to the Sea Cadet Corps, that the merger of the Sea Cadet Association with The Marine Society came about 30 November 2004. The new charity thereby created became known as The Marine Society & Sea Cadets.
As the UK’s largest non-profit maritime organisation, the Marine Society & Sea Cadets (usually abbreviated to MSSC) is the holding brand for the two distinct organisations: The Marine Society, and the Sea Cadets. It is based in a Victorian building close to the river Thames and adjacent to Lambeth Palace in central London.
The Marine Society continues as a charity involved in lifelong learning for maritime professionals.
Frederick C. de Rougemont is the son of Clive de Rougemont.1 He married Amelia Frances Albinia Roberts, daughter of Sir Hugh Ashley Roberts and Hon. Priscilla Jane Stephanie Low, on 6 February 2010 at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle, Windsor, Berkshire, England.1
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Frederick C. de Rougemont1
Hon. Priscilla Jane Stephanie Low was born on 4 September 1949.1 She is the daughter of Toby Austin Richard William Low, 1st Baron Aldington and Felicité Ann Araminta MacMichael.1 She married Sir Hugh Ashley Roberts, son of Rt. Rev. Edward James Keymer Roberts and Dorothy Frances Bowser, on 13 December 1975.1
Hon. Priscilla Jane Stephanie Low usually went by her middle name of Jane.1 She was educated at Cranborne Chase School, Dorset, England.1 She was educated at Westfield College, London, England.1 She was educated at Courtauld Institute of Art, The Strand, London, England.1 She was a curator in 1975 at Print Room, Royal Library, Windsor Castle, Windsor, Berkshire, England.1 From 13 December 1975, her married name became Roberts.1 She wrote the book Holbien, published 1979.2 She wrote the book Leonardo, published 1981.2 She wrote the book Master Drawings in the Royal College, published 1985.2 She was invested as a Member, Royal Victorian Order (M.V.O.) in 1985.1 She wrote the book Royal Artists, published 1987.2 She wrote the book A Dictionary of Michelangelo’s Watermarks, published 1988.2 She wrote the book A King’s Purchase, published 1993.2 She wrote the book Holbein and the Court of Henry VIII, published 1993.2 She wrote the book Views of Windsor, published 1995.2 She was invested as a Lieutenant, Royal Victorian Order (L.V.O.) in 1995.1 She wrote the book Royal Landscape, published 1997.2 She wrote the book Ten Religious Masterpieces, published 2000.1
Children of Hon. Priscilla Jane Stephanie Low and Sir Hugh Ashley Roberts
Sophie Jane Cecilia Roberts1 b. 28 Mar 1978
Amelia Frances Albinia Roberts1 b. 1982
“We were delighted to show our support for the Homes for Home project by the £300,000 grant as families play an important part in helping the recovery of injured personnel while they are in hospital. This significant grant demonstrates Lloyd’s Patriotic Fund’s continual commitment to the families of service men and women.”
Andromeda and the Great Art Lesson
Posted on August 8, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
From the moment she emerge from the darkened door at the edge of the sea, Rena Victoria gave me one great Art Lesson after another. I could barely keep up as she dipped into the Master Creator’s palette. When she told me she was afraid of the sea, I wondered if she was the embodiment of Andromeda. Poseidon punishes this most beautiful of maidens by chaining her to a rock by the sea. Surely if I were her reincarnation, I would avoid the ocean – at all costs!
Christine was terrified she would meet her death via a MONSTROUS wave! I died after falling on rocks by the sea. And here come Rena from Nebraska. She gets near the Pacific Ocean, and is in great peril. Her boyfriend is beat-up by Hercules’ followers. Oh, and she gets kidnapped.
Art lesson! Art lesson! Art lesson!
One can say Poseidon had it out for these beautiful and creative siblings ( and their muse) who rendered beautiful young women as pretty as the Nereids – if not prettier!
Uh-oh!
Who is giving these art lessons – is the question!
Jon Presco
In Greek mythology, Andromeda is the daughter of Cepheus, an Aethiopian king, and Cassiopeia. When Cassiopeia’s hubris leads her to boast that Andromeda is more beautiful than the Nereids, Poseidon sends a sea monster to ravage Aethiopia as divine punishment.[1] Andromeda is chained to a rock as a sacrifice to sate the monster, but is saved from death by Perseus, her future husband.
Her name is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδα (Androméda) or Ἀνδρομέδη (Andromédē): “ruler of men”,[2] from ἀνήρ, ἀνδρός (anēr, andrós) “man”, and medon, “ruler”.
As a subject, Andromeda has been popular in art since classical times; it is one of several Greek myths of a Greek hero’s rescue of the intended victim of an archaic sacred marriage, giving rise to the “princess and dragon” motif. From the Renaissance, interest revived in the original story, typically as derived from Ovid’s account.
Michael John de Rougement Richardson
Posted on August 9, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
Michael John de Rougement Richardson had a solidly upper-class education at Harrow and then Kent School in Connecticut. Then, in 1943 he was commissioned in the Irish Guards. Though twice wounded, he became adjutant to the First Battalion, and was demobbed as a captain.
George de Rougemont: “In 1791, it travels to England where it returns visit to his established banking brothers to London.””Although it had originally operated from offices in the Palais-Royal, in 1851 the CNEP took out a lease on the Hôtel Rougemont (the residence and offices of the banker Rougemont) and transferred its head office to 14 rue Bergère.””Here, too dwell the great bankers of the rues
Laffitte and Bergère and also the merry gentlemen of private means of the chaussée d’Antin. Rothschild and Fould, Rougemont de Lowemberg and Ganneron live here. In a word, here lies the Stock Exchange, Tortoni[103] and all that is connected with or dependent on them.”
Arthur Mallet b. 1821 d. 1891 & Anna de Rougemont de La Schadau Arthur MALLET est né le 21.01.1821 à Paris. Il est lui aussi banquier. Il épouse le 04.04.1847 à Paris 1er, Sophie Denise Anna du TEMPLE de ROUGEMONT. Il décède le 12.01.1891 et Anna le 22.05.1896, tous deux à Paris.
Sir Michael Richardson
Banker who advised Thatcher on her privatisation programme, but ended his career with a lifetime ban from City
ONCE KNOWN as “Mr Privatisation”, Sir Michael Richardson flew as high as any in the City during a 50-year banking career, working for the glittering names, advising Chancellors and Prime Ministers, and himself enjoying virtually celebrity status. And then in 2001 he was banned for life from doing business in the City “in any capacity”.
When Sir Evelyn de Rothschild recruited Richardson to be managing director of the merchant bank N. M. Rothschild in 1981, the chairman of rivals S. G. Warburg said it was the worst news he had had for a year. And Richardson soon showed why. Within a couple of months Rothschild was handling its first new issue for seven years, and the bank was beginning a period of domestic and international growth.
It was a propitious moment. Margaret Thatcher was embattled in her early and massively unpopular attempts to freeze the money supply, liberalise markets and remove the union noose from the necks of business. But by the time Richardson had arranged all the hunting prints and paintings in his plushly, pinkly carpeted office at Rothschilds, victory in the Falklands had given her the electoral security to push through a programme of privatisations that even she had not dared dream of when she first entered No 10.
Privatisations such as the gas, water and electricity industries, and the Big Bang in the City, would make Rothschilds several new fortunes, win Thatcher the gratitude of millions of small investor-voters, and turn Britain from the sickest to the healthiest of the European economies. As one of the chief deal- makers during these sell-offs, Richardson was intimate with the whole process.
Although he did not always concern himself with logistics — he had teams of people to worry about those — he became Thatcher’s favourite banker thanks to his support for her vision, his indeflectible outlook and his knowledge of how to gain the co-operation of the City. And as with most of Thatcher’s coterie of advisers in various fields, the admiration was mutual. “She has been a truly great Prime Minister,” Richardson said in 1990. “She has done more for the City and the country by creating free markets than anyone.”
Richardson’s zesty attitude to doing deals was similar to Thatcher’s attitude to running the country. He worked hard — usually at his desk by 8am — and followed his principles, but it had to be enjoyable too. So there were visits to the opera with the Thatchers, and one year the Richardsons spent Boxing Day at Chequers.
But as well as friendships with Cabinet Ministers such as Peter Walker, who organised the flotation of British Gas in 1986, Norman Lamont and other political standard bearers, Richardson’s charm and joie de travailler won him the personal loyalty of important private clients such as Lord King, with whom he had served in the Army in Palestine.
Another lucrative client was Lord Hanson, whom Richardson advised on the ballooning takeovers of London Brick in 1984 (£254 million), Imperial Group in 1986 (£2.6 billion) and, appropriately, Consolidated Gold Fields in 1989 (£3.5 billion). Richardson was also a friend of Asil Nadir, though his colleagues were more cautious than he about dealing with the proprietor of Polly Peck.
Born in London in 1925, the eldest of three sons, Michael John de Rougement Richardson had a solidly upper-class education at Harrow and then Kent School in Connecticut. Then, in 1943 he was commissioned in the Irish Guards. Though twice wounded, he became adjutant to the First Battalion, and was demobbed as a captain.
A flirtation with Cambridge quickly showed that the academic life was not for him, and in 1949 he began work for Harvey Drayton, working in the investment trust business for three years.
His true career began, however, when he joined Panmure Gordon as a junior partner in 1952. It was there that he first came across Robert Maxwell, when the firm acted in the flotation of Pergamon Press. Richardson claimed that they were not friends, but quarter of a century later, this time at Rothschilds, he acted again for Maxwell, whose Mirror Group he brought to market in 1991, and whose empire he tried to save, before it went belly-up in the Atlantic. Richardson was one of the first people telephoned by Kevin Maxwell when the news of his father’s disappearance came through, and he handled the request to the Stock Exchange to suspend the shares.
Richardson’s 19 years at Panmure Gordon were spent building a network of contacts, not least over lunches at the Savoy, where he was a director, and through the ultimate clique, the freemasons. In 1971 he moved to the stockbrokers Cazenove, and there — under his mentor Luke Meinertzhagen — he took part in important events such as the first sale of BP state shares, and relished battles such as the epic Grand Metropolitan/Watneys takeover, and the House of Fraser’s defence against the Lonrho takeover bid.
With his love of gossip, Richardson was a favourite with City editors, though he was sometimes over-optimistic about his own successes. The partners at Cazenove, that smoothest and most discreet of institutions, feared that he dropped rather too many names, and lived rather too flamboyantly, and the senior partnership did not come his way.
So the move to Rothschilds as managing director, 1981-90, suited him perfectly, giving him a vehicle for his energetic wheeler-dealing. He is said to have generated more fees in the state sell-offs than any other adviser, leading to a knighthood on his retirement from the firm in 1990. But at 65, perhaps unwisely, he had not had enough.
He became chairman of the stockbrokers Smith New Court for four years, and remained a consultant there for a further two. The results were once again impressive, with Smith New Court enjoying growth in its overseas business and becoming broker to four FTSE 100 stocks. However, the years of high Thatcherism and Richardson’s political influence were waning (dealing with John Major was a different matter, he found), and all the while the rules of the City were tightening, the way of doing business was changing, and his grasp of details was becoming weaker.
In 1996 Richardson moved again, to work for Hawkpoint Partners, an investment boutique then owned by NatWest. It was there that he wrote a series of letters on behalf of an acquaintance, Alan Shephard, which declared that credit of “up to $350 millions” would be available. Shephard, however, had twice been declared bankrupt, and in 2001 the Securities and Futures Authority decided that Richardson had been reckless in providing letters that might have been used in an advance fee fraud — a kind of money laundering.
Although Richardson had left Hawkpoint in 1999, the SFA found that he was no longer a fit and proper person to be working in the City. It accepted that he had not been dishonest or written the letters for personal gain, but said that he had ignored all modern compliance procedures. He had just happened to like Shephard. “I believed in him,” he said.The lifetime ban was perhaps rather an academic matter for a man of 76, but he was also ordered to pay £85,000 costs.
Richardson, who lived on the Isle of Wight, was a keen sailor, and a member of the Royal Yacht Squadron at Cowes. As joint master of the Crawley and Horsham hunt, he was passionate about foxhunting, and never gave up the campaign for its continuance.
Michael Richardson married Octavia Mayhew (known as Paddy) in 1949, and was radiantly happy with this “most enchanting woman” for half a century until her death in 1999. He is survived by their son and two daughters.
Sir Michael Richardson, banker, was born on April 9, 1925. He died on May 12, 2003, aged
London, UK, is undisputedly the premiere global financial capital of the world in the 21st century.
The City is undoubtedly Europe’s largest and most vibrant center of world finance. More euros are traded daily in London than in the rest of Europe combined. Some 300 languages are spoken there, everything from Acholi to Zulu, all linked to the global lingua franca, english, the native language of the UK.
The “City” of London is a small enclave within the greater part of the larger city of London that is populated by an estimated 7.5 million people. The CITY is almost exactly 1 square mile (2.6 km) in area and is located dead center in the very heart of the larger city of London, per se’.
The City is a major business and financial powerhouse, has a resident population of roughly 10,000 and employs roughly 350,000 professional financial managers. The City is a sovereign entity unto itself and is governed by the City of London Corporation. It has a coat of arms containing 2 inward facing dragons that have a latin motto which translates into, “Lord, guide us”. Construction is booming in the City, as a new wave of skyscrapers are continually being built. Already the City boasts the tallest building in Europe, a 300 meter high glass pyramid at the foot of the London Bridge, similiar in design to the TransAmerica pyramid in the city of San Francisco, California, USA.
London has a vast critical mass of markets and financial services in commercial and investment banking, securities and derivatives, fund management, insurance and commodities. The City is playing a key role in pioneering and proliferating the development of the euro and financial service markets across the European Union.
Commonly referred to as the world’s new financial hub, the City houses the London Stock Exchange, Lloyds of London and the Bank of England, as well as other important financial institutions such as Barclays Bank, CitiGroup and HSBC. There are over 500 international banks that have offices and branches within the City.
The upcoming 2012 Olympic games are slated to be held in the City of London, bringing investment, status, prestige and international recognition to this newly dubbed 21st century hyper-capitalist city/state.
The City is often referred to as the “wealthiest square mile of land on Earth”. It is the Jewish House of Rothschild that owns, runs and controls the infamous ‘City’ in the very heart of downtown London. As a sovereign entity unto itself, the City commandeers its own internal police force and has recently fortified its perimeter boundries with a so-called “ring of steel”, ostensibly to protect its interests against any and all outside external threats.
According to Niall Ferguson’s book, “The House of Rothschild”, a history of the legendary European/Jewish/Zionist banking family, “there is but one power in Europe and that is Rothschild”. The Jewish House of Rothschild, headquartered in the City of London, has been in control of the world for a very long time. Their tentacles reach into many aspects of peoples daily lives throughout the world, principally because of their extensive global financial power in the affairs of nations. The infamous Bilderberg group, formed in the late 1950’s and meeting annually in various locations throughout the world, is merely a deceptive front through which the House of Rothschild publically sculpts and shapes its fascist New World Order agenda.
The extent of Jewish Rothschild control over the finances of the USA, in particular, is accomplished through direct private ownership of the US Federal Reserve system, owned by Nathan M Rothschild and Sons of London. Further financial power is furnished through the activities of great jewish banking and investment corporations, headquartered predominantly within the city of New York, USA. These include; Goldman-Sachs, Kuhn-Loeb, Lazard Freres and Lehman Brothers. This hidden force also provides US politicians and universities with large jewish endowments, further solidifying control, influence and subservience to the Jewish House of Rothschild.
Further control is exercised by the US Council of Foreign Relations (CFR), a cousin of the Royal Institute of International Affairs based in London. CFR membership is practically a requirement for getting elected to the US President and Vice President offices in the USA. In fact, VP Dick Cheney was a former director of the CFR.
9/11 and the attack on the World Trade Center in New York, was orchestrated by Britain, America and Israel under orders from the Rothschild Empire as a pretext for removing the freedom and liberty from people worldwide in exchange for global Nazi style state security.
The Jewish House of Rothschild and their New World Order agenda calls for centralized control and authority over the entire planet. Their power is concentrated in the City of London, UK, the core centre of the international banking establishment. Highly organized and operating in a veil of secrecy and deception, international jewry rules the world by proxy, that is, they get others to fight and die for them (i.e. the so-called “American” War on Terror being fought in Iraq and Afghanistan).
The fact that the richest, most powerful transnational empire on Earth is jewish should come as no suprise. The House of Rothschild unabashedly owns and controls the land, economy and destiny of the State of Israel and international judaism, and has been THE major force behind world zionism. Their sole objective at present is to gain control of the entire land base of Palestine, particularily the Holy Temple Mount in Jerusalem.
The Endgame is to implement One World Government, theologically headquartered in Jerusalem, Israel, the spiritual nerve center and endtime platform through which Lucifer (the god of this world) will make his final stand (through a self-annointed jewish Christ figure- the Antichrist of holy scripture) against the coming interdimensional/multidimensional alien/extraterrestrial invasion of the coming Kingdom of Heaven from on high at Judgement Day.
Rena let go of my wrists so she could grab hold of her sweater and pull it over her head. I went for her breasts, her waist, her hips, and then for the buttons on my shirt. She felt how hard I was, and we were making great haste to get naked. There was much rustling. We were calling to each other with lustful moans and all that wonderous speech. I never felt so encouraged. I had to have her, be inside her. I know Rena wanted us to unite, be as one. She was driven. Her heat filled the studio with an incredible energy. Then, came the cough!
My friend Brian was ten feet away, up on his bed, we on his floor. He had kidnapped Rena five hours earlier on Pismo Beach, and had not talked to us, but when he threw some blankets down for us. Three days earlier, I lived in the apartment across the hall, and gave it up for Brian’s friend, and his wife who had just given birth to baby girl.
I cupped Renas breasts……
Another cough!
I cupped Rena’s head in my hands, and held her still.
What! What! What?
I moved my lips very close to her ear and whispered;
“We can’t do this. It is not fair for my friend.”
Rena’s whole body let go a sigh, and she fell down beside me. I nestled her under my arm. I gently ran my fingers over her beautiful face. My hands spoke volumes of love. She let the fire, go, and she was asleep.
This was enough. Rena had kissed her hero, the loving man who rescued her. There can be no greater tension then this. It was Biblical – and Epic! Only a great knight would give up his home for a mother and child. Only a greater knight is destined to champion one of the most beautiful women in the world. I did both. I did the right thing. I felt Rena’s dreams merge with mine.
Jon
De Rougemont of Lloyds
Posted on August 9, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
The cote of arms of Lloyd’s contains the cross and sword of Saint George who saved a fair maiden from a dragon, and thus the dragon of the City of London, the wealthiest place on earth. I believe the Rougemont family of Lloyd’s springs from the Noble_Order_of_Saint_George_of_Rougemont.
Jon
http://www.oocities.org/londonpassd/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noble_Order_of_Saint_George_of_Rougemont
Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London
Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London
http://www.aadamson.co.uk/serv09.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swiss_Re
The coat of arms of Llloyd’s of London contains the same Knight
Templar cross and sword that we see in the City of London coat of
arms. The modern buildings of Lloyd’s of London, and Swiss Re,
dominate the heart of the City of London where Templars allegedly
controlled Britian’s banking, and from them rose the Gnomes of
Zurich Switzerland. This merger may have only taken place in the
cityscape above, where the dome of Swiss Re is in back of the
Lloyd’s of London building. Together, they make a city of tomorow, a
global city that gathers together all the Hugenot Banking families
whom fled to Geneva, and then England. The Herbert de Rougemont
family was one of them. My Huguenot Rougemont ancestors lived in
Basel where Swiss Re has its roots, and then fled to England and
Canada.
Herbert de Rougemont was there in the beginning of Lloyd’s. His
genealogy says he was an underwriter who lived in Craven Hill
Gardens and had six servants. He is the great grandfather of Sir
Michael John de Rougemont Richardson whose mother, Audrey de
Rougemont, married Arthur Wray Richardson. The Rougemont home later
became the Hempel Hotel.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2006
http://www.hotels-compare.com/london-hotels/hempel-hotel-london/
Audrey de Rougemont Born: 2 Jun 1905 – Marr: – Arthur Wray
Richardson Died:
Arthur Wray Richardson Born: – Marr: – Died: – Father: Mother: Other
Spouses: Wife
Audrey de Rougemont Born: 2 Jun 1905 – Died: – Father: Herbert
Edward de Rougemont Mother: Edythe Caroline SaundersOther Spouses:
Children
1. Michael Richardson Born: Private – Died: –
2. Patrick Brian Richardson Born: Private – Died: –
http://members.ozemail.com.au/~rob8/gp675.html
http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?
op=GET&db=settlej01&id=I4601 ·
Herbert de ROUGEMONT · Sex: M · Birth: 1833 in Highgate, Middx ·
Death: 1916 · Occupation: Underwriter and Insurance Agent ·
Living 31 Craven Hill Gardens, Paddington 1901. 6 servants
Father: Dennis Alexander ROUGEMONT b: 30 NOV 1802 Mother: Jane Grant
GLENNIE b: 1801 in LondonMarriage 1 Isabella Louisa DANIELL b: 1842
Married: JUN 1869 in Kensington Children Herbert ROUGEMONT b: 3 AUG
1870 in Carshalton, Surrey Isabella ROUGEMONT b: 1871 in Carshalton,
Surrey Dennis L ROUGEMONT b: 1873 in Carshalton Mabel ROUGEMONT b:
1875 in Carshalton Margaret J ROUGEMONT b: 1878 in Paddington Sybil
E ROUGEMONT b: 1879 in Paddington Alice Mary ROUGEMONT b: 1880 in
Paddington
http://www.londontown.com/LondonHotel/The_Hempel/The_Hempel/
The Hempel 31-35 Craven Hill Gardens, W23EA The Hempel hotel is a
stunning Boutique hotel located in west London’s beautiful Craven
Hill Gardens. Created by acclaimed British designer, Anouska Hempel
this hotel is both Stunning and refined, whilst modern and eclectic.
With accommodating staff and renowned chefs, this hotel truly is a
haven of bliss. A memorable experience will be had by all.
“ROUGEMONT Herbert de Of Lloyds, article in Chambers”
In November 1996, the Corporation acquired, through a United Kingdom
holding company, Capital Re (UK) Holdings, 100% of the issued shares
of Tower Street Holdings Limited (now known as RGB Holdings, Ltd.),
the holding company for RGB Underwriting Agencies Ltd. (“RGB”). RGB
is a managing agency and presently manages five syndicates operating
in the Lloyd’s of London (“Lloyd’s”) insurance market. In November
1997, RGB Holdings, Ltd. acquired 100% of C.I. de Rougemont Group
Limited, the ultimate holding company for C.I. de Rougemont & Co.
Ltd. (“CIDR”), another Lloyd’s managing agency. CIDR manages two
syndicates, one marine and the other non-marine.
http://www.limit.co.uk/Internet/syndicates/s2000/contact/people/Rowli
ngMartin.htm
1685, Geneva housed many of the Huguenot refugees chassed out by
Louis XIV. A good number of today’s private bankers in Geneva are
descendants of the French Protestant immigrants.
The Huguenot network of bankers abroad remained of considerable
assistance to Samuel Bernard during the period of his financial
ascendancy, while he was the ‘banker of the Protestants’ in exile.
Some of the Huguenot bankers in exile achieved astonishing pre-
eminence, witness the careers of two of them who became founding
directors of the Bank of England. In order to assess the
significance of the Huguenot banking exodus, however, we need not
merely to look at French nationals abroad, but at Genevans. Many of
the Genevan bankers were French-born Huguenots, and Geneva took full
economic advantage of its neutrality during the War of the Spanish
Succession. There is no doubt at all that Huguenots and Genevans
were primary investors in English stocks in the early eighteenth
century. The number of Protestant bankers at Paris in the later
eighteenth century remained totally disproportionate to the number
of Protestants within the population as a whole.
Jane O’Beirne’s letters are a treasure trove preserved by the La
Touche family all these years and never before published. Jane, the
granddaughter of an Earl, helped educate and befriended Anne
Caroline Tottenham, the future Mrs. John David La Touche. This Irish
family with Huguenot roots were important bankers and leaders; major
investors in establishing the Bank of Ireland, still the biggest
bank in Ireland and now headquartered in the building that housed
the Irish Parliament which was dissolved in 1800 after the
disastrous rebellion of two years before. Jane’s letters are full of
names that will become famous in history in Ireland and the United
States. We are grateful to David A. La Touche, Ph.D., to his
ancestors and especially to his great-great grandmother, Anne
Caroline La Touche, for preserving these letters.
1685, Geneva housed many of the Huguenot refugees chassed out by
Louis XIV. A good number of today’s private bankers in Geneva are
descendants of the French Protestant immigrants.
Lloyd’s of London is the world’s leading insurance market, its
underwriting syndicates providing a wide range of insurance cover to
the marine, offshore and aviation industries, in addition to
commercial and domestic sectors.
The Lloyd’s Agency system is a worldwide network of companies which
are selected and appointed by the Corporation of Lloyd’s, to provide
surveying and investigation services and to supply local information
on events or occurrences which may be of interest to Lloyd’s
Underwriters.
In the event of a loss or damage which may give rise to a claim on a
Marine Insurance Policy or Underwriters at Lloyd’s, the Lloyd’s
Agent is able to provide invaluable assistance in protecting the
interests of both Underwriters and the Assured.
A Adamson & Company are the appointed Lloyd’s Agents at Glasgow,
also having a sub-agency at the port of Leith. We also undertake a
wide range of surveys in addition to those required in connection
with insurance claim purposes – these include verifying the stowage
and securing of cargo, out-turn inspections, towage approval
surveys, and hatch/hold and vessel condition surveys.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swiss_Re
Swiss Re was founded December 19, 1863 by the Helvetia General
Insurance Company in St. Gallen, the Schweizerische Kreditanstalt
(Credit Suisse) in Zurich and the Basler Handelsbank in Basle.
Swiss Re is the world’s largest reinsurer, now that it has acquired
GE Insurance Solutions (Ligi 2006). Founded in 1863, Swiss Re now
operates in more than 30 countries.
http://home-2.worldonline.nl/~aarde01/
Templars in England
The history of the Templars in England began when Hughes de Payens,
Grandmaster of the order visited the country in 1128 to raise men
and money for the crusade. The first house was in London and early
patrons include Earl Robert de Ferrers, Bernard de Balliol, King
Stephen of England and Queen Matilda. Henry II granted them land
across England, including some land by Castle Barnard on the River
Fleet where they built a round church. They were also given the
advowson of St Clement Danes. In 1184 their headquarters was
transferred to the New Temple where once again they built a round
church.
JPMorgan Cazenove is one of the UK’s leading investment banks.
Jointly owned by JPMorgan and Cazenove, it combines innovative and
impartial advice with a broad range of capabilities and proven
execution skills. It is committed to providing its clients with the
highest quality of services based on a deep understanding of their
needs which has been built up over many years.
Headquartered in London, it has offices in Hong Kong, Beijing,
Singapore, Shanghai, Frankfurt, Paris and New York as well as access
to JPMorgan’s extensive global network. It provides a full range of
investment banking services, including financial advice, M&A,
investor relations, debt and equity capital markets advice and
execution and equity research and distribution.
JPMorgan Cazenove is committed to acting as an effective link
between providers of capital and its commercial, industrial and
financial customers.
http://www.jpmorgancazenove.com/
Cazenove Group
Private CompanyIncorporated: 1954 as Casenove & Co.Employees:
1,134Sales: £292.9 million ($500 million) (2004 prorated)NAIC:
523110 Investment Banking and Securities Dealing; 522293
International Trade Financing
Cazenove Group plc is one of the United Kingdom’s oldest and most
venerable investment bankers, providing capital management and
equities and international market investment services to the
country’s elite. The company counts the Queen of England among its
clients, as well as nearly half of the country’s largest 100
companies. With a history reaching back to the early decades of the
19th century, Cazenove has been forced to undergo a sea-change at
the beginning of the 21st century in order to remain a competitive
banking force. Operated as a partnership for most of its more than
180 years, Cazenove converted to a corporation in 2001 and even
toyed with the idea of going public. Instead, at the beginning of
2005, the company spun off its investment banking business into a
joint venture with JPMorgan of the United States, creating JPMorgan
Cazenove Holdings. In this way, JPMorgan achieved an entry into the
dynamic London investment banking sector, while Cazenove obtained
the deep pockets and career perspective capable of attracting the
financial industry’s top talents. Nonetheless, soon after the launch
of the joint venture, the company announced the defection of three
of its senior members. The agreement also gives JPMorgan the right
to acquire full control of the joint venture as early as 2010.
Cazenove traditionally conducts most of its operations from its
London offices, and in the early 2000s the company closed a number
of its overseas offices, notably in India and Australia. Cazenove
maintains subsidiary offices in the United States, Germany, France,
China, Hong Kong, and South Africa. The group posted turnover of
£292.9 million ($500 million), prorated for the full year 2004 in
order to align itself with JPMorgan’s calendar year. Cazenove is led
by chairman David Mayhew, who joined as a partner in 1968.
Huguenot Origins in the 18th Century
Cazenove’s roots lay in the Huguenot exile, following the revocation
of France’s Edict of Nantes, which had established guarantees of
religious freedom for the country’s Protestants in 1685. Many
Huguenots moved to Geneva, where they became leading financiers. By
the late 18th century, the Huguenot population had begun to emigrate
to other parts of Europe and to the United States. England, already
the financial center of Europe, attracted many Huguenot banking
families, notably the Cazenove family, led by James Casenove.
James Casenove’s youngest son, Philip, was born in 1799 and entered
the financial world in 1819, joining brother-in-law and fellow
Huguenot John Menet at his brokerage. By 1823, Philip Casenove had
become a partner in that business, marking the beginning of the late
Cazenove Group. Menet died in 1835, and Cazenove then formed a
partnership with Joseph Laurence and Charles Pearce.
In 1854, however, Philip Cazenove formed P. Cazenove & Co. in a
partnership with his son and nephew. That partnership quickly rose
to prominence, in large part because of its involvement in the
financial side of the railroad industry. Yet a part of Philip
Cazenove’s success was also attributed to his relationship with the
powerful Rothschild banking family, which served as a patron and
later as a financial partner in many of Cazenove’s transactions. In
1859, for example, Cazenove joined with the Rothschilds to act as a
broker for the raising of capital for the San Paulo Railway Company.
In 1862, the company served another important client, acting as
broker for the formation of the Bank of Hindustan. Cazenove’s
interests in India extended to the construction of the country’s
railroad industry. In the 1870s, the company served as broker for
His Highness the Nizam’s State Railway Company. In 1883, the company
helped raise funding for the launch of the Bengal Central Flotilla
Company, which operated a steamship service between Khoolna and
Burrisaul. Closer to home, Cazenove’s helped raise the funding for
the Atlantic Telegraph Company, launched in 1863, and the Great
Eastern Railway Company in 1868.
Through the end of the 19th century, Cazenove was involved in a
number of exotic transactions, such as the issuing of land mortgage
bonds in Russia in 1874, as well as the creation of the Metropolitan
District Railway Company, which built the London Underground. The
partnership’s reputation as a preeminent investment banker was
solidified when it acquired such prominent clients as the British
royal family. Indeed, into the 21st century, the Queen of England
remained a steadfast Cazenove client.
Weathering Railway Nationalization in the 1940s
Philip Cazenove died in 1880, leaving behind one of England’s most
important financial houses. The Cazenove family remained prominent
members of the partnership through the 19th and 20th centuries,
during which the firm continued to bring in new partners. One of the
most important of these was Swainston Howeden Akroyd, who joined the
partnership in 1889. Considered one of the “fathers” of the London
Stock Exchange, Akroyd brought in his brother, as well as his name,
to the partnership, which became known as Cazenove and Akroyd.
By then, Cazenove had already established its rather exclusive
recruiting practices. Partners seemed more or less required to have
attended elite schools such as Eton or Winchester and to have been
members of the Brigade of Guards. The partnership also became famous
for its embrace of formality and tradition, enforcing highly
restrictive dress codes into the “casual dress” era of the 1990s and
2000s.
Cazenove made a number of acquisitions of other brokerage and
private banking firms in the early decades of the 20th century. The
partnership later extended its name to Cazenove Akroyds and
Greenwood & Co. in order to reflect its expanded form. Much of
Cazenove’s financial success had been linked to its longstanding
involvement in the British and worldwide railroad industry. Cazenove
had played a prominent role in the development of the British
railroads, which in turn were a major stimulant to the country’s
economic and industrial growth through the 19th century and into the
20th century. The British railroad system, like that of the American
railroad industry, had been largely built up and controlled by
private interests.
Into the 1940s, Cazenove’s fortunes remained entwined with the
railroad industry, notably with its involvement in the Butler-
Henderson Great Western Railway, as well as its dealings in railway
shares. Yet the outbreak of World War II, and the nationalization of
Britain’s railroad system, nearly spelled disaster for the Cazenove
partnership. As the London Times pointed out in an article in
1968: “Before the war it was said that
if the railways
disappeared, Cazenove would go bust. In fact, it has adapted itself
so well since nationalization that it is more powerful than ever.”
http://www.referenceforbusiness.com/history/Ca-Ch/Cazenove-Group-
plc.html
Jane O’Beirne’s letters are a treasure trove preserved by the La
Touche family all these years and never before published. Jane, the
granddaughter of an Earl, helped educate and befriended Anne
Caroline Tottenham, the future Mrs. John David La Touche. This Irish
family with Huguenot roots were important bankers and leaders; major
investors in establishing the Bank of Ireland, still the biggest
bank in Ireland and now headquartered in the building that housed
the Irish Parliament which was dissolved in 1800 after the
disastrous rebellion of two years before. Jane’s letters are full of
names that will become famous in history in Ireland and the United
States. We are grateful to David A. La Touche, Ph.D., to his
ancestors and especially to his great-great grandmother, Anne
Caroline La Touche, for preserving these letters.
http://www.tolliss.com/ancestry.php?rootid=I4601
http://www.aadamson.co.uk/serv09.htm
Marine Society to merge with Sea Cadets
By David OslerJune 03 2004
Lloyds List
THE Marine Society is to lose its independence and merge with the
Royal Navy-controlled Sea Cadets, after being forced to discontinue
its trainingship activities for financial reasons.Both decisions –
announced at the organisation’s annual meeting in Londonyesterday,
which was addressed by the Princess Royal – appear to
reflectfinancial realities determined by the continuing decline in
UK seafarernumbers.The accounts given to attendees showed that
subscription and donationincome totalled just ?43,700 ($80,320) last
year.Expenditure of training activities alone – most notably on the
vessel TSEarl of Romney – was over 10 times that figure.But although
Earl of Romney offered basic sea experience to more than 560adults
and young people last year, the 1957-built vessel is to be paid
offthis year, and not replaced.There is no immediate financial
crisis, given that the organisation hasbuilt up fixed assets of
around ?8.8m in the centuries since its foundationin 1756.However,
chairman Clive de Rougemont admitted: “Over the past year,
thecouncil has been doing much soul-searching over the future of the
society.”It would be “problematical to say the least” to find the
cash for a newtraining ship, and a radical solution was needed.Thus
it had been decided to pool resources with another
complimentarycharity and to merge with the Sea Cadet Association.The
new organisation will be called The Marine Society and Sea Cadets,
hesaid.
http://www.marine-society.org/Marine%20Society/Content/Welcome
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Marine_Society
http://www.sname.org/newsletter/news0806mid.htm#Item9
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Noble Order of Saint George of Rougemont
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The Confraternity of the Knights of Saint-George of Burgundy
Contents
[hide] 1 History 1.1 Origin (1390)
1.2 The Confraternity (1430-1484)
1.3 The Equestrian Order (1485-1788)
1.4 From the French Revolution to the Abolition (1789-1824)
1.5 From the private association to the Apostolic association (1825~2004)
1.6 The Confraternity of the Knights of Saint-George of Burgundy (2004 – present)
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History[edit source]
Origin (1390)[edit source]
The noble Brotherhood of Saint George was created in 1390 by two gentlemen of Franche-Comté to honor the relics of the megalomartyr that had been brought back from the Holy Land. Philibert de Mollans, squire to the Duke of Burgundy, was its main driving force. His second-in-command, Jehan d’Andelot, was the son of Sir Jean of Andelot-les-Sallins, and of Marie of Usier, Lady of Vaudrey and Rougemont, where lived the precursors and was held the annual chapter.
The Confraternity (1430-1484)[edit source]
By the time Philip the Good created the Order of the Golden Fleece, on 10 January 1430, there were 24 holders: after the Grand-Master came immediately His Majesty William III of Vienna, in order of precedence. The governor gathered around 1435 or 1440 a certain number of Knights to honor the relics in a chapel that he owned close to the city of Rougemont. Then he decided to celebrate every year the day of the St. George, patron saint of the nobility because he had also been a knight, and was often represented riding his horse with a spear.
The qualities required were sixteen quarterings of nobility, catholic religion, birth in “Franche Comté”, to be sixteen years of age and to donate 300 livre.
The governor general was elected for life by the knights. The other officers were a prelate, a chancellor, a treasurer and two secretaries.
Since then, the most important lords of the region wanted to be accepted in the confraternity and gathered every year at the Chapel of Rougement on 22 April, to celebrate the Day of the Saint.
At that time their insignia was a medal of St. George killing the dragon, suspended from a gold chain.
Philip the Good authorised the confraternity to wear the medal suspended from a red ribbon identical to the one of the Golden Fleece.
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7/5/2017
Awakening The Sleeping Maiden on The Mount
The Story of Rosamond
by Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
Here is some of the history of members of my family that lived in Marin County.
Twice in my life I lived in a tent on Mount Tamalpais with a beautiful woman that was homeless. I was homeless, with them. I brought them there to the sanctuary Bill Arnold and I came to once a year since we were thirteen. We would camp at Laurel Dell for a week. I brought Rena Christiansen-Easton here after rescuing her at the Venice Pier. I had just given up my abode to friends who just had a baby.
Montez means ‘Mountain’. Tamalpais is associated with the Legends of Sleeping Maidens. Grimm named Sleeping Beauty, Rosamond. Yesterday, a group of writers and artists came together in my study and investigation. I do not own a picture of how my sister, Christine Rosamond, died. I know there is life after death, and thus we brought this world famous woman artist to the top of Rose Mountain – in spirit! This is where she longed to be, with the two young men she loved dearly.
Bill and I were famous as two beautiful young artists who were best friends. Christine was my best friend until Bill came along. Bill died on my eighteenth birthday. Christine died on her first sober birthday. Three seers said I died on McClure’s Beach in 1967.
Marine County was my home in so many beautiful ways. When I did my painting of my angel coming out of the sea, I named her Ross Marin, or Rose Marena. There is a Rose Mary in the name Marie Dolores Eliza Rosanna Gilbert.
Christine and Rosemary were very possessive of me. My sister thought she had got her best friend back, until we saw Rena in the light. She took our breath away. Her beauty was astonishing. We studied her. When Rosamond saw the photograph of the large painting I did of Rena atop Sleeping Beauty Mountain, she took up art.
I began to drink heavily when I lived in Boston in 1971. I am with the Rosamond Women: Rosemary, Christine, Vicki, Shannon. Rena lied about her age when she told me she was eighteen. I found myself looking down at a beautiful waterfall with the most beautiful seventeen year old in the world. I was never in more trouble, after she said;
“You’re the first person that ever talked to me.”
Then we went to swim in the Russian River at Rio Nido Beach. When she took off her halter top and blue-jeans, and walked to the water, we were all in deep d00-doo. There were married couples, with children. The beauty in the Lola Montez video, does Rena justice, but, stretch her out a foot.
“I don’t want you in the water with me.” she ordered, and I got it. I would not be able to keep my hands off her. I so wanted to run my hands down her wet hair and like a blind man feel the incredible shape of her skull. Then, I would caress her tanned bronze shoulder. She was a goddess. She lived with her grandmother who thanked me on the phone for taking care of Rena, who loved Rio Nido Beach.
In 1967 I was making plans to go to India. I had studied their religion paying special attention to how enlightened men dealt with their sexuality. I identified with Siddhartha. Rena and discussed these topics on our mount. She was reading Jane Eyre. She told me how she was ostracized in school. Not only was she the most beautiful, but, she was the smartest. However, she suffered from low-self esteem due to the abuse she suffered from her alcoholic father.
“No one speaks to me!”
Rena is a Janitor who recites the million poems she has committed to memory all thru her shift. She is Beauty in her tower. She is a Great Muse – in many lands! She was my last temptation. We spent fifty days together. We were not human. Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is kin to Jean-Baptiste de Rosemond. The muses rule this universe.
Rena gave me the image of her when I went to visit her in Nebraska. It was taken by a fellow student, in the woods, and was used for a Oktoberfest even.
Four years ago I began a painting of Rena. She came to haunt me. When I went to the store, she went with. I had a panther beside me. A year later, we found each other. Below is my letter to our muse in response to the one she wrote me on Christmas Day. I believe Rena and I are the embodiment of Lola, and Jean-Baptiste.
“I danced professionally in England.”
Fifteen days after I got Rena’s letter, I am composing a High Noon Cultural Showdown, a shoot-out. I only saw the Lola connection yesterday. Here is the dual so long ago, when I took the love of her life, away. Was I a bad man, then? Am I a bad man, now! I am a lover of Beauty. I even write poems, once in a while. Rena has memorized, many!
How ironic this FIGHT over the Buck Trust that was ear-marked for ‘The Poor’. On our mountain in Marin county, Rena and I lived like paupers – in paradise! We were the New Adam and Eve. When we went to town, when we walked across the Safeway parking lot, we were beautiful gunslingers. She had a John Wayne, gait. I did Gary Cooper. They got out of our way, those candy-colored city clowns with their co-op manners, their precious bowls of pot and their fancy and costly stereos. We did not own a radio. There was nothing to distract us from the beauty we beheld, every minute of the day – for fifty days!
We were covered in the vibration of the hot golden grass being cooled by the breeze of the Milky Way, then fanned by a shooting star that opened our third eye even wider. And we saw things that no woman and man had seen since the dawn of creation. We beheld one another. Our look, was so deep. When we came into Safeway, they turned their heads. No one had the courage to look us in the eye! They had all………..betrayed the cause!
“God blessed them; and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it; and rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over every living thing that moves on the earth.”
We came to own it all, the young man and woman – who had nothing, but the promise, and the Deed. Our tan bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sparkling star-dust that had been caught up in our gravity. We are captured (in creative theory) in the photograph above, that even speaks of what we heard. We owned the sound of silence. We were not afraid to be quiet – for days! My soul is forever attuned to this solitude, with her. She is the radio of my soul.
She is my muse who came to California in 1970, and got separated. Two days later and 2:30 A.M. she comes at me from where she hid in a darkened door, and asks;
“Can I walk with you?”
I asked her why she came to the Golden State.
“Do want to model become a star in Hollywood?”
“No.”
Lola came West and lived near Sacramento. I believe as the embodiment of Lola, Rena came to find me, my walk-on after I died. Jeane-Baptiste Rosemond de Beauvallon, had destroyed Lola’s career. She never dreamed she would become the Muse of Christine Rosamond Presco-Benton and finder herself in the middle of a literary battle.
The Press is under attack by the President of the United States and his goons. Threats are being made on the lives of reporters – and their families!
“The quarrel, however, was really one between two rival papers, La Presse and Le Globe, which had long been at daggers drawn. Granier de Cassagnac, the editor of Le Globe, was the brother-in-law of de Beauvallon, and Emile de Girardin, the proprietor of La Presse, had systematically held him up to ridicule in his columns. Hence, when the news of the restaurant fracas leaked out among the café gossipers, the result was that everybody said: “il n’y eut qu’une voix pour dire ‘c’est le Globe qui veut se battre avec la Presse.’”
I sent letters to Judge Silver and Special Executor, Sydney Morris, who sat in the same office with, Robert Brevoort Buck, that was located two blocks from the Rosamond Gallery on Delores! I begged them not to sell our Program of Recovery to outsiders that do not suffer from the disease of alcoholism, nor share the abuse we suffered. Stacey Pierrot hired three ghost writers, and destroyed my family legacy. Julie Lynch was hired to author a movie script, and claims HBO may produce her load of clap-trap that will depict my late sister as a crazy drunken artist, based upon a previous work.
“http://www.gutenberg.org/files/21421/21421-h/21421-h.htm
EDITOR’S NOTE: Keep in mind there exist a 276 page autobiography that Christine Rosamond wrote, that has been closeted – disappeared. Any movie based upon Christine’s words would belong to my two nieces, and the outsiders would not get any money. Outsiders did not want my nieces, or myself, to author a biography for the same reason. They were not in Christine’s Will. Consider what Walter Keane did to Margaret Keane in the movie ‘Big Eyes’. This is IDENTITY THEFT!
The Transmutation of my Muse, Rena Victoria Easton, began with an idea that I ran past Charles J. Shields about I possibly authoring the story of Lucia Joyce, the muse of her father, James Joyce, and lover of Samuel Becket who was inspired by Antonin Artaud.
“On December 29, 2013, I posted this on the Facebook of Charles J. Shield who wrote ‘And so it goes’ the biography of Kurk Vonnegut, my idol…..
“If Lucia had her way, she would go with a Dance Drama, a tale of how a classic Anglo-Saxon novel is assimilated into the Hippie Dance Music Culture. The Grateful Dead will do Finnagan’s Wake, and, here come the Lucettes! Turn down volume on India dance and leave Love song.”
Jean-Baptiste de Rosemond
President” Royal Rosamond Press
The name Tamalpais was first recorded in 1845. It comes from the Coast Miwok name for this mountain, támal pájiṣ, literally “west hill”.[12] Various different folk etymologies also exist, but they are unsubstantiated. One holds that it comes from the Spanish Tamal país, meaning “Tamal country,” Tamal being the name that the Spanish missionaries gave to the Coast Miwok people. Another holds that the name is the Coast Miwok word for “sleeping maiden” and is taken from a “Legend of the Sleeping Maiden.”[13][14][15] However, this legend actually has no basis in Coast Miwok myth and is instead a piece of Victorian-era apocrypha.[15][16][17] Another suggests a tie to the Asian origins of the Miwoks, where “pais” means place and “tamal” is a tribe in Siberia.[18]
The Coast Miwok are said to have believed that an evil witch dwelled at the top of Mount Tamalpais and therefore never set foot on the peak.[15] However, it has been said the Miwoks only said this in order to keep settlers off the sacred mountain.[citation needed]
Rena Victoria’s return in a more fleshy form (ink and paper) is equivalent to Eve returning to Adam in Paradise. A New Genesis is under way, as I own four pages of divine suggestions worthy of the Sistine chapel, such as this one;
“I see you are quite left-leaning. Please do not, in your urban world, be too hard on cattle producers and red-neck women. We are human too!”
Perhaps this is not a commandment from the omnipotent pedagogy, but, it is a wished for course correction that points the prow of my ship towards a more feminine, thus peaceful star. If I don’t want the source of my inspiration flow, to be cut-off, I will do my best to write the most profound apology in the history of the English language. James Joyce, move over.
For a warm up I am going to author a short story about two French lunatics who escape from the booby hatch and hop a steamer to America in 1872. Going West, they buy a cattle ranch in Montana, and are pleased that they fit right in. Here, scary psychotic folks carrying a big gun are held in high esteem. In no time Vince and Art have acquired a reputation.
“Don’t get in these guys way, because they are bad-ass hombres – even though they’re from France.”
Just put a cowboy hat on Gough and Artaud, and we got one hell of a psychological western thriller that tells the world Artists and Mad Men – are human beings too!
Do you think there is a Cultural Shootout coming, between me and my Muse, at the ‘I’m O.K. You’re O.K. Coral’? I think this is exciting as all hell!
We also camped at Bullfrog Pond campground for a couple of weeks.
CHARITABLE PURPOSES ONLY
Thomas Peters, the president and chief executive officer of the Marin Community Foundation, said the Buck will stated only that the money be used for “charitable, religious or educational purposes in providing care for the needy in Marin County.”
The word “poor” is never used, and the court order later interpreted the word “needy” to mean all people in need, not just the indigent, according to Peters.
“The so-called allegation is so patently false and so easily refuted by the facts that one questions the true motivation of this criticism,” he said. “Easily 75 percent of the money we granted over the past year could be classified as pointed toward individuals and families where economic, social and linguistic needs are paramount.”
ESTATE VALUE MUSHROOMED
It is the Marin-only provision in the Buck will that is at the root of the trouble. That restriction was fine when the estate was less than $10 million, as it was in 1975. But the estate multiplied in value when the family’s oil company was merged into Texaco in 1979, and by the mid-1980s it was worth close to $400 million.
In 1984, the San Francisco Foundation, which at that time controlled the money, sued to break the limiting clause. Joined by Gnaizda and other advocates, it argued that Beryl Buck, a nurse, would have wanted to spread the wealth if she had known how large her bequest would become.
‘GRAVE-ROBBING BASTARDS’
The suit infuriated residents of Marin, prompting Giacomini to dub the litigants “grave-robbing bastards.”
The pithy insult stuck, and — after 93 days and $10.2 million in legal fees — the suit was eventually settled in Marin’s favor.
San Francisco Supervisor Gerardo Sandoval says it is irresponsible to hoard the Leonard and Beryl H. Buck Trust’s huge sums of money when the whole Bay Area is suffering, and money for charity is so scarce.
“I see it as Marin County, as usual, not taking up its share of the burden, ” said Sandoval, who sponsored the resolution demanding regional distribution.
Laura’s Glance
Posted on September 5, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
Laura’s Glance
By
Jon Presco
Copyright 2011
More exciting than the sight
Of my dapple mare
running wild
in the spring grassy rain
near the crags of Londonderry
was the sight of my Laura
looking sideways at me
Like the warmth rising
from within my woolen coat
soaked through in a sudden
shower
are my feelings rising
for this Irish Lass
Who through the veil
of other lifetimes
ignored the patient attention
of her handsome suitors
Lining up to behold her
they showed me their profiles
like greyhounds
sensing someone outside
the hunt;
had caught her fancy
Their young lust made more noble
In the presence of her perfection
Laura’s animation
had cast a spell over our town
This shiny bright being
conducted this most ancient play
with eyes that danced and sparkled
Like beams of light
caught on a breaking wave
Or gems captured
in a brook that trickle
out of a dark shaded wood
There was a silver sheen
under her wide-set eyes
Her long lashes
were like banners
waving
Sending errant knights
on foreign crusades
For there could only be
one champion of her heart
Sensing my eyes
were upon her,
More then weighing her beauty
but her young womanly soul
She bid her long tapered arms
to dance
As playful as swans
who mate for life
She teased us all
with her promise
that one day
one of us would have her
But until that vow
little girls admired
the fine curls in her
dark brown hair
that framed
her joyful smile
that flirted with everything
that beat blood through
an Irish heart.
She was our drummer
our flute
and the setting sun that
Chose to break thru
The heavy ceiling
of our darkest clouds
no gray pall
Nor sorrow
ever cast a shadow
on our Laura
Some claim she
gave them a wondrous wink
But when she
turned that day
to look fully at me
There was no smile on her lips
no movement of her arms
that had fallen to her side
to allow me to see
I was the one
And never again would
my Lovely Laura
look sideways at me
Dear Rena
About ten this evening I put on my slippers and went to get my mail. I pulled a bundle out and noticed your letter nestled in a packet. On the walk back to my apartment I took a peek and noticed the beautiful handwriting, and the name “Rosemond”. There was this energy pouring from the envelope and flowing up my arm. When I opened it and saw the name “Bozeman” I began to cry. For several minutes I sobbed, let go tears of great relief as if you were my child who had been kidnapped, or lost, for all these years. And, now…..you are found.
In the history of letter writing, and receiving, I don’t think anyone was ever so moved. Then, I opened the envelope and read; “Here I am”.
If these were the only words this letter contained, then I had way more then enough to read for the rest of my days. My cup runneth over.
Before I discuss the content, I found something when I read your letter the second time. In the white-out on page one there was the faintest speck of green glitter. It sparkled at me like a distant star. It was the essence of you to go with “Here I am!” It went with the date the letter was written – Christmas Eve. I saw the star making its way from your tree, to the snow in your poem, and then to me. It was so full of life. It was the promise of a completely happy life that has eluded you and I since we can remember.
I too was held prisoner. Both my parents were violent and insane alcoholics that played evil games with their four children till the day they day – and after.
Over a year ago I began a painting of you. One night after I lie down to go to sleep, you lie down next to me. You were seventeen again. I jumped out of bed. For a month you appear by my side as I walked. When I went to a movie, I was not quite alone. I told my friends I have a very friendly – and beautiful ghost.
“Do you think she is dead?” a friend dare ask.
I began a psychic search for you, to feel where you were. What had become of you? I wondered if you were held a prisoner of a abusive and crazy man who had to have you all to himself. I saw that you were in a very dark dungeon. I wanted to free you. I was heart broken when I could not. I have never known such emotions. I don’t know if anyone ever has. I had to stop working on your portrait.
I told my childhood sweetheart about your visits. We concluded you had a very abusive childhood, and were a prisoner of that abuse. Marilyn was abused by her father and we have helped each other break the bars to our cells.
To read that you were abused and scarred for life is a hand and a voice that comes across the chasm, and I embrace these dark truths with all my heart and soul. For, it is said we recognize each other from across the room. And this is how we met! When you saw me walking on the pier you sent out that angel abused children own, to test the waters, to see if I was the one you could trust – when you really need someone to trust. Our damaged trust is like the tiny speck of green, so full of hope that is not diminished, but only in retreat. You were so brave to ask your question; “Can I walk with you?”
“I was expecting you!” I answered.
“What do you mean?
I walked with you tonight, my dear Rena, in the field of your forever fears, you fearing the wolves rather then the rapists. Is this you preparing me for the truth you are not that stunning beautiful for of perfection, anymore, and just a redneck meal on the way t the outhouse?
I heard you debate for the last six months, you wondering whether I would judge you because the man you love is a cowboy, and you his cowgirl. I heard you arguments, and you read mine? Have you been peeking at my Rosemond blog. Do you recall my plan to move to Lincoln and rent an old barn that would be my studio. I mean, I was willing to come on over, and buy me a chicken or two?
“You won’t like it here.” You said. “There’s nothing here!”
“You’re here!” Was my reply. And you could hear the sound of the tumbling tumble weeds way off in the distance.
“Here I am!” You could not have began you letter a better way. I guess you changed your mind? LOL!
I come from real Redneck stock, and of late I have admitted I always wanted to be a cowboy. And you were my land-loven archetype who feared the sea. That you lived on the Isle of Wight with a Sailor man – blows my mind. Did Ian get you in his boat – and out to sea!
For you, my dear, I will kiss the first redneck I see. For you, I will overcome my fear of them. If he don’t break my neck, I’ll let you know how it go.
However, folks in Springfield (Springtucky) think I’m a lovable Redneck because I drive ‘The Truck’ a 1972 Ford four wheel drive with a great shell folks try to buy from me. It’s Oregon law that some guy with Grey hair has to drive ‘The Truck’. that I named ‘Big Blue’. In the bed I got a antique gas can, ice chest, a water cooler, and a real hemp rope. My grandfather, who I never met, was raised in Montana. He was a real cowboy.
I am so glad you love to work, and you are a janitor. I was afraid you had fallen in with the Lords and Ladies of the European Jet set. You must write about that crowd some time, and tell me about your life with Ian. I love this man because he loved you and you born his children. I was so concerned you would grow old, childless. Did Ian buy you a fine evening dress?
Sometimes when I got ‘Big Blue’ out on the highway I make a left turn in my mind, and come to Nebraska to get you. And then we head to Alaska where we build our cabin. Have you ever wanted to build a house from scratch? Do you wear blue overalls?
Since your visitations ended, I began to design a house for you to dwell in. It’s a hobby of mine to turn on the T.V. And work on floor plans. You have been placed in a home with only 670 square feet, to a castle with 6,000. When I learned you married a Commander, I built stone estates with seven gables around you, so you would always have a place to dwell in this cruel word. I did consider a trailer. I did! Yes, Rena wants to live here, I said; And alas you said…………
“Here I am!”
Oh, sweety. You were not cruel and mean yo me. I guess you read in my blog where I made you so. I did this because I got no reply after I found you. I was having trouble with my sexual identity. When we met. Both my parent were sexually abusive to their children. Abused children have intimacy problems and are very inventive, even magical in their attempt to over come them. This was us – is us! I don’t think we knew how beautiful we were, together, in our bravest attempt to own what others have, so easily. Our little fist-fight on the Dodge were blows aimed at our true betrayers who still create great distances between the one we love, the one we deserve. If we can be that to one another, then, we can love anyone, let each other go, let the darkness go, to be loved in all the majesty. We’ve paid our dues! We are home free! Dont you know I embraced the darkness in you? Don’t you know I was in love – with even your shadow?
Here I am, Rena. Your dear brilliant friend who alas knows he met and fell in love with a brilliant woman. You are a Poet. How wonderful. We can meet here, in our poetry. There is such a refinement in you. Where did it come from? I know you wonder about it – every day!
In our meeting again, we can do anything. We can be perfect. We can own that idea of perfection that has eluded us for most of our life. We will forever be Adult-Children of Alcoholics, but, this time we get to choose our play-mates -without fear. We get to be happy – forever. We are special siblings. We will never be rejected again. We get to behold that tiny green star at the end of our lives and know;
“Alls well, that end well!”
It has been such an honor to know you.
Love
Jon Gregory
P.S. Rena, I thought I spent Christmas alone. My family let their abusive back ground take them to the dark side. My sixteen year old daughter came into my life in 2000. She bonded with a abusive drinker, and he wants my seven year old grandson to only bond with him. I was in such grief over this as I made my way to the mailbox. I did not get one Christmas card this year. Never was I ore convinced there was nothing in the mailbox for me.
Then I beheld the date on the letter. Your words came to me in my loneliest night from faraway as you wrote them. This is beyond romantic! There is justice in the world, There is love in the world. I will never be that alone again. You brought me a glimmer of great hope. You freed me of something that I can not describe. What a gift you have always been, and, a inspiration. My family took everything from me, but, they didn’t get you! They didn’t get you!
You found me again, in my greatest need to be found. And you free me from my dark dungeon.
I have no Muse Hall of Fame. I do have a dear friend in the world. Sing Hallelujah!
P.S.S. Rena, I can’t sleep. I am so excited! We were in our tent and I was telling you I was a great dancer when I was when I was 13 to seventeen years old. I used to dance in front of a big mirror a half hour before I went to school, and a half hour when I came home. I choreographed my own moves. I invented dancing without a partner at Oakland High School in 1962, when I was sixteen. Fifty of my schoolmates would surround me and my partner as I did a solo ten feet away from her. I would go into a trance. When Marilyn turned sixteen, I danced the Bolero for her with my shirt off. Lucky girl!
When I heard you had become a dancer, I was thrilled out of my whits because, this proves you were ‘The One’. You see, I have been jealous of the world since I met you. – before I met you, I was utterly jealous that we never got to dance together, that the world got to see you dance – on your beautiful stage. When did you get into dancing, and why?
When I was young, and before we met, I had a dream about you almost every day. You were my invisible dance partner. Was that our destiny that we missed? Was that the big chance of our lifetime? What a dance team we would have made. They would know us at the ‘The Kiss of Eternal Fire’, or ‘The Fiery Kiss of Eternity’
“They loved each other better afar, than near. And when they came together, they did the Fandango!”
We are playing with fire, Aries woman. Playing with fire! Right here – and so very far away!
I mean, my God, I read about your hip replacement, and we are in a movie, based upon a book, that I am writing, and……are we really going to spend the last days of our life together wondering how many eggs the chickens laid today!
I will take care of you when the needs arises.
And as for our dance – may I take your hand and lead you to the floor?
Enclosed is my story ‘The Birth of Venus’ that I wrote in one day in 1989. I then spliced Eny’s music into it, the next day. Since then I have approached a couple of dancers about making this story come alive on stage. None cared to listen. When I read Kathleen loved Celtic music, I wondered if Enya was her favorite. Of course I wonder about the child we never made. But, she is born in this story. She is reborn with the vision of a sculptor, to dance once more, she a fair maiden, always with a song in her heart.
Play this while lying on the floor with a quilt and a candle – and no interruptions.
Rosamond Press 
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