Buy Me That Horse

 

The Royal Janitor

by

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Victoria was in bed reading ‘1984’ for the umpteenth time, when she there came a quiet knock on her bedroom door.

“Victoria. Are you asleep?”

“No. Come in!”

Victoria gasped when she beheld Miriam completely naked. Her gold hair flowing over her beautiful body, completed the complete package that got the full attention of Man, since the dawn of creation. Victoria stared at Miriam’s mound of Venus and the V-shape of her pubic mat. For the first time she felt like a trespasser. This is – The Area of Man! Only a Man can gaze upon this! Miriam had never been in Victoria’s bedroom, and thus she too was a trespasser – because she was compleltely nude under the covers. So many things are wrong with this picture, yet everything was never so – right!

“I thought we were going to take a break from one another?”

How many lovers have heard these words, spoken these words, for the first time, only to be made a liar. The First Breaking, is a great erotic event, for one has to untangle the tenacles ‘The Love Aura’ has you wrapped you in. One cacoon fits all! The un-weaving of the afterglow, is like a re-run, but, it is another movie altogether. What is, and what ought to be do have their time and place. Sometimes we arrive at perfection – and completion!

It was just two hours ago, that Victoria walked her dear Miriam to her tree house, they both dressed in the long night gowns they found in Victoria and Prince Albert closet. They were over a hundred years old. They grabbed an old latern that guided their way to the great oak. It was a scene out of Peter Pan, and other such Fairytales.

“Do you want me to come up and tuck you in?”

“No! I’m not ready for you to come up here. Goodnight!”

“Good night!”

Victoria put her book down on the nightstand and watched Miriam take her first steps into her sanctuary. She was reminded of the Tiger at the London Zoo. She was, gracefully looking for something – to feed on! She went right to it.

“Oh! What is this?”

When Miriam pulled her lovers photo album off the shelf it sounded like a tomb door opening. Victoria did not answer.  Gliding to the bed, she threw the beefy book on the comforter, then dove on the bed herself. At the sight of her beautiful derrier and back, Victoria was ready for another Erotic Attack.

“You know. I really don’t know you. Do you think you know me?”

Here is another great line lovers mutter after the first ‘Fiery Glow of Pure Lust’ has subsided. Everything gets pushed to the side to get your lust next to the one – you have to have. This is why many men shove one-night-stands out of their bed, and abode, because they never did want to know the latest seducee. The Big Lie lies right at the very beginning!It takes too much effort to learn anything about who you ark fucking, and, it leads to other things. What things? Well, more fucking, but, not with the same person if you play your cards right.

“I was lying in my tree, and was almost asleep, when my eyes were wide open! You are good at keeping secrets, aren’t you?”

“Ah….it’s my proffesion.” Victoria said, and gave her lover her best coquettish smile.

“Oh, you are so cute. I could just eat you up!”

All of a sudeen, the gate to the tiger cage was open, and the tiger was lying next to Victoria sharing her lunch as they gazed into the empty tiger’s cage. This is why she loved George Orwell. His metaphors have a life of their own, that roam the landscape long after his book is done – and the movie! No telling where they will show up. For the first time Victoria felt like The Man, with his……..? Without the play of the elusive erection, there was no easy set goal – and completion! Do Lesbian wrestle with this dilemma, this, complaint?

All of a sudden, Victoria saw Miriam as Alice in Wonderand. Best let her do all the wondering and wandering about – lest they both get exhausted. Turning many pages, Miriam got extremely excited.

“I want this horse! Is this your horse?”

“Why do you want a horse?”

“So I can ride it to town, naked, and proclaim our love!”

“Of course. Why did I ask? It was my horse. They sold it when I lost interest in riding it. I wanted to be a champion Dresser, but, I didn’t have – it.”

On hearig this, Miriam slowy closed the album, and like a python slithered across the silk bedspread, pulled back the covers, and lay the entire length of her body atop Victoria, who tingled all over as she felt Miriam’s hair entwine with her hair. Venus took her glowing face in her hands, looked deeply into her lovers eyes, and said;

“You have – it – now! I want to sleep with you…..like this. I want to fall asleep on top of you, like this. I want to close my eyes, next to your eyes…………like this!”

And, just like that, Miriam fell into a deep sleep. Victoria listend to her shallow breathing. There came the cutest snoring then……..from her deep dream……..

“Buy me that horse!”

For half an hour Victoria let her tears roll down from the corner of her eyes. There was a rivlet of tears that ran past her ears to the lakes that formed at her neck. Only now did she realize how utterly alone she was after she lost her mother, like Miriam had lost hers.

Miriam was getting heavy. She had big Nordic bones. The Vikings made inroads into Russia. I wonder if she is kin to Harold Handradi, the Viking genius. Victoria rolled Victoria’s dead weight off her as gently as she could. Like a mother, she cradled the back of her head so there would be no neck injury. She lay the head of Venus on her satin pillow. and, Victoria’s mouth came open………..just so…….as if she wanted to be kissed, in her dream. But, that was apart of their agreement. They would never kiss. They would save their kiss for their husbands.

Victoria began to follow Miriam into a very deed sleep, but as usual she loaded up a profound question that was raised when her then, bodyguard, told her about the course her mother and father taught at the University of Oregon. They had rescued old Russian Fairytales from Russia and the Eastern Bloc, that were being discarded, used as fuel for stoves. They then compared them to Western Fairytales, and Russian tales brought over by immigrants. They said they were doing what should have been done in Queen Victoria’s time, and, when WW2 was over. But, Stalin purged these tales. Why? Why have I am Miriam been brought together in Queen Victoria’s house?

Victoria did not know it then. but she had asked the question that would soon save their lives. In her dream, she heard a very sad song, and it went on, and on, and on! When she went to turn out the light, she noted a tear forming at the corner of Miriam’s eyes. She bent over, and kissed it away. This was a tear shed – in the future!

Venus is the goddess of love. In the beginning she opened the future up to all lovers. But, there was a reason why the Doors of Love had to be closed……..one by one! Miriam and Victoria cried, often because they felt a closure coming. Some things – are forbidden. Their collective tears kept the truth at bay.

John Presco

Copyright 2019

President: Royal Rosamond Press

An Ending

“I am going to kiss you now. Victoria opened her mouth just enough to match the beautiful open mouth of Miriam. She placed her lips upon her lips, as one would put a rose upon a freshly dug grave.

She was – right here, right there. And now she is somewhere else. But, not for me. My chance, our chance, is gone -so completely. How utterly unbearable, my being. So alone, all alone. Without her. I am left on the living side of death. Here, I must make my way.

I walk alone along the road. But I will never be alone. For thou art with me my love, on that road that runs on the dark side of the moon. You will go with me, her Lord, when I am in most need of her to be by my side. For she is with you, now. She knows the way.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

John Presco

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/09/12/rusaman/

https://rosamondpress.com/2012/05/03/roza-mira-and-the-divine-feminine/

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Miriam’s Tree House

The Royal Janitor

by

John Presco

Copyright 2019

One can conclude the best thing about being in love, is contemplating – if you have fallen in love! As Victoria lie in her bed, frozen in a strange wave of eroticism, she was forced to consider if her subordinate had come onto her, made a very obvious pass at her.  She could not get the sight of her Calvin Klein panties out of her mind. Victoria felt her heat transmitted though he oak desk. This was so – forbidden! But, then came her words;

“You got it!”

Victoria felt her stomach muscle constrict. She had a powerful desire to touch herself. Then she violently threw that thought aside. In it’s pace was the idea she had been seduced by a human being. This was a major move in Victoria’s chessboard. A whole new world had collided with her singular world. Instant trade agreements were now on the horizon. The idea of intimately sharing ones existence with another, had never happened to Victoria. This possibility superseded all sexual desire – and sent Victoria soaring into the cosmos! Her heart was pounding. When she realized Miriam had come to this place before her, and was waiting for her – to arrive – was beyond compare. This waiting, this, longing is a great teacher, that imparts the finest ideas, ideals we will ever know. But, this realization is cloaked in our sexual being, that we are compelled to come to terms with.

Victoria studied Miriam’s face. She had resigned herself to her fate.

Oh my God………she loves me! She has fallen in love with me. Being around Barbazanya was the preamble to the world that awaited her, that had already arrived. Is this a case of – love at first sight? Did they fall in love with each other in the first seconds of their meeting? There is my cellphone. Call her…….in the lonely boiler room!

Victoria turned on her stomach, grabbed her pillow hard, and buried her head and breasts in it. She then let out this strange sound, and raised her hips ever so slightly. Everything is possible! It is all permitted!

Victoria arrived early for work. Sitting behind her desk she could not contain herself. Soon she will be seeing Miriam’s beautiful flat abdomen, with that incredible belly button. Then she heard the sharp approach of heals coming down the hall. When she saw Miriam, she gasped, then, felt sick to her stomach.

Miriam was wearing a black skirt and white blouse buttoned to the top. She had on white socks that highlighted he clunky black nurses shoes with a thick heal. Her hair was put in a tight bun. From the side Miriam looked at Victoria. Her eyes were puffy. She had been crying. She had not slept well.

Victoria felt a powerful tingling. What have I done? She wanted to go an embrace Miriam, and reassure her, tell her…….I know. But Miriam’s superior intuition had already discovered Victoria’s secret that was just sixteen hours old. Here was the other have of the events…..when worlds collide…….that are extremely complex.

Suppressing a sob, Victoria got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. She had to pass Miriam sitting at he desk. Coming back to her desk, her hand was shaking. she was spilling coffe on the white carpet. Then……….she fainted!

The next day the gardener told Nattitude that he found a trail of clothing leading to one of the cork oaks Prince Alpert had planted. Looking up, he saw Miriam working on her tree house. She couldn’t go back to the boiler room. She had outgrown it. She had outgrown everything. Here in her tree, she could nurse, she could caress, her love for Victoria. Miriam was love sick.

Victoria was grateful she had fainted. She had dressed all wrong. Now she had a chance to run to her room, as Miriam ran to her room, crying. She had spilled coffee on her Bohemian Gypsy dress that exposed her perfectly flat abdomen. She was wearing a Spanish halter top. Did she own a pair of castanets? Ripping her work uniform off the hanger, she pulled her tight skirt up. Did she own a pair of Calvin Klien shorts for women? Digging into her drawers, she came up empty. She did find the top half of her Betty Page erotica outfit. She loved the pointed bra look that hooked many a man in the fifties and early sixties. Now she was at her mirror putting on bright red lipstick. Should she wear her pearls? No. Button her blouse to the top button matched Miriams meassage, saying their Days of Whine and Roses, was over. The truth was, they had just begun!

Coming back into the common work area, Victoria caught Miriam’s eye, and wouldn’t let go. She bent down to pick up the earring she just dropped.

“Oh, here it is. I thought I lostit!”

Nattitude watched Miriam take it all in. The days of Tight Buns and Pointed Tits had begun. Victoria had her hair in a tight bun, and, was giving her co-worker a good look at her profile. Het tits were way out to – here! Miriam had to get a bra like that. Victoria couldn’t wait for the clock to strike five s she could buy a couple pair of Calvin Kleins. She just missed Mirriam coming out of the Betty Page shop.

The sexual tension in the office that morning – was fierce! It was an erotic fencing contest between two women. Nattitude called her husband just before lunch.

“I love you darling!”

“Is anything wrong? I can tell by your voice something is going down. Are you in any danger? Shall I come over?”

“Ahhh………no!……….Are you two breaking for lunch? (click)”

Her co-workers did not hear. There ears were inflamed, engorged with blood. Both were panting like bloodhounds. Who’s going to jump on whom? It was like ‘The Battle of Britain’. The sound of the Buzz-bomb made everyone tense. As long as your heard the buzzing, everyone was safe. Their pussies, were buzzing. Have they no shame?

Then, it happened. Miriam moved down the hall to the fax room, like a great cat. Victoria took in every muscle of her glutamus maximus. Putting her hand on the doorknob, Miriam Wild Woman turned her head slowly, sand gave her boss…..The Look!

Victoria would like to think she got around her desk in a graceful manner, but, Nattitude describes it to her husband, like this;

“Have you seen videos of The Running of the Bulls? You see this dude come barreling around the corner because a bull is right on his ass. Then, when your think he’s going to get gored, the bull slips on the cobblestone! Victoria was like that bull. She knocked a bunch of shit off her desk, and tipped over the printer table. She didn’t every notice! Hardy! Har! Har!”

Natitude’s husband did not laugh, because he had heard too much office talked about Miriam, that was supposed to stay in the office. He had two nightmares about her.

What she had given Victoria was The Look of Complete Receptiveness that had repopulated the planet – many times over! One of the two have to give this look, or, we would not exist as a species. Victoria thought she would be the receptive one, due to Miriam fierce aggressiveness. The realization that she would tame the tiger, get her to raise her tail for her, was like scoring a knock-out with a upper cut. Ms. Bond had a raging boner for her beloved bodyguard.

When Victoria put her hand the knob, it was hot to the touch. Throwing the door open quickly, she shit it even more quickly. She had crossed the threshold. The fax room was filled with flames. From Miriam’s solar plexus shot these waves of blue flames that came to caress Victoria, and pull her close.  Then there were these green eyes that looked at Victoria like a panther in the forest.

Panting, not able to catch her breath, Victoria let go with the agreement she had been rehearsing for four days.

“I’ll show you my Calvin Klein’s, if you show me yours?”

“We are victims of a very successful Branding campaign.” said Victoria. “Now, turn around!”

When Nattitude came to work the next day, she opened the front door, tentavly. Things were in disarray, out of place.

They done slicked up my work space!” Nattitude said with a tisk. “They done played nasty in tere!”

Victoria did not say good morning to Nattitude, because she only had eyes for Miriam, who was in the little girl’s room. Victoria had ordered a huge bouquet of flowers. Next to the vase was an envelope containing the poem she whipped out for………her lover. Instead of the sexual tension, subsiding, it was now a British Air-raid Siren that you could feel for miles,

To be continued.

Miriam’s Glance

Miriam’s Glance

By

Jon Presco

 

More exciting then the sight
Of my dapple mare
running wild
in the spring grassy rain
near the crags of Londonderry
was the sight of my Miram
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

Miriam’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 Miram

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 Miriam
look sideways at me

Here is my star’s father. You can see Lara Roozemond when she was a child.

Two years ago I decided to make the heroines of my Bond book, gay curious. I did this because Putin was viciously attacking gay people in Russia, and the Democratic Party who is tolerant of all peoples who do not fit the Christian-conservative Brand. Many evangelical back Putin because of his hard line against homosexuality – even though he is pro-abortion. I have proven Liz Taylor is my kindred. Her and Aileen Getty are HIV advocates. Liz was the muse for Andy Warhol. My famous sister wanted me to be famous, an offered to teach me her style. She was being ruthlessly questioned about why she painted beautiful women. Gay women kept asking her if she was gay.

If you google Ian Fleming you will get two article on Naughty and Erotic Jamaica. Here famous authors, actors, and producers came to get away from the Puritanical Righteous Ones who love to judge others by their sexual preference and appetite. Liz did not know we descend from the famous Puritan, John Wilson – who would die of shock if her saw a woman like the one below.

Millions of Christians are gleefully empowered by a man who grabbed women’s privates against their will. Jesus did not damn anyone for their sexual being. He did condemn the hypocrites because they dirty everything. Life is hard. Life and be a Joy. The result of our sexual joy is life in the case of heterosexuals – who are allowed to serve their county. I wanted to see what that looks like from perspective of LGBT people. The persecution of these Americans – is the greatest threat to our Democracy!

Of course I have weighed the idea that I might not make any money, my not get published, nor see a movie based on my book. Richard Burton is in my family with the other actors Liz bonded with who helped change the world.

I am not trying to be a champion of he LGBT community or reveal anything remarkable about my sexual preferences and history. I admire the members of ‘Pussy Riot’ because they refuse to marginalized in nation who hunts those oppose them – wherever they may be – an kills unarmed people. A agent was recently brought home in fear the actions of POTUS would put his life in danger.

Does our President see himself as James Bond who had a knack for finding and bedding very sexually experienced women with no hang-ups, such is the image our First Lady – the ex-model – that is broadcast to the world?  Has she had a Lesbian affair? Heterosexual men are turned on by women making love to one another. Melania is one of my models for Miriam Starfish Christling. Why not find the First Lady living naked in a great oak outside the White House that is the Trump Never Never Land. Liz encouraged Michael Jackson to take up art. He grew up in a fantasy world and did not have a clue about his sexual being. In many respects he was like Tarzan.

History will ask why Trump did run for President, know very well the deviant baggage that he – and his wives carried! Donald fits the description that Burton applied to Fleming. Going around chasing people down ad shooting them, is, boring! We live in the Salome Age, where beautiful women dance for the heads of prophets – on a platter! She was the Mean Teen of Bible. She always got her way. Damn the consequences! How many naked dances did she do, for how many prophets? Was Salome bi-sexual? How about Melania?

John Presco

Richard Burton on Ian Fleming’s ‘You Only Live Twice’

“Once considered for the role of James Bond, he was a voracious reader and one wonders what he thought of Ian Fleming. The closest we might get is a short diary entry published in ‘Richard Burton: A Life’ (p. 292).

On March 28th 1969, Burton writes:

“I went to bed at 9 and read a book of Ian Fleming’s called You Only Live Twice. A clever schoolboy mind and atrociously vulgar.

“Yet you cannot help liking Fleming. He is so obviously enjoying the creation of his extroverted, Hemingway-esque, sadistic, sexually-maniacal boy-scout that in the end he becomes likable.”

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/08/07/return-of-the-scarlet-letter/

https://williamsinstitute.law.ucla.edu/visualization/lgbt-stats/?topic=LGBT#density

https://jezebel.com/elizabeth-taylor-a-history-in-personal-branding-5784992

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/04/03/john-roseman-and-sarah-wilson/

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/03/22/sir-john-wilson-and-rose-of-bohemia/

https://www.tatler.com/gallery/history-of-jamaica-in-hollywood-ian-fleming-and-elizabeth-taylor

There once was an island where movie stars and royalty came to play. It was a place where Elizabeth Taylor holidayed with Noël Coward. Where the Duke of Edinburgh swam in the same turquoise waters as Sophia Loren, and Marilyn Monroe frolicked in the surf with Arthur Miller. Where Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier sunbathed in the nude and Ian Fleming wrote, and Lucian Freud and Sir Winston Churchill painted (but with very different results). And where everyone partied, especially Errol Flynn, with anyone he could find but particularly with the very pretty and the very young. It was Mustique before we had Mustique, St Barth’s before the oligarchs bustled in. It was Kenya’s Happy Valley, but with rum instead of gin. It was Jamaica.

https://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/09/travel/09Jamaica.html

My Kindred – Liz Taylor and Ian Fleming

I am almost positive Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is my kin, and thus, I am in Ian Fleming’s family tree.

Yesterday I realized my newspaper Royal Rosamond Press, can become – BIG – if I promoted it. However, I love writing, and am too occupied. What I long needed, was credibility. Lara Roozemond (and her people) may be suspicious because there is no money-business thing. It appears I have no money – which I don’t! We are seeing how beautiful women get in trouble when they are lured into it by men with fame and money. My motive was to make Lara famous as the first Female Bond, and take this abuse, on.

The solution I came up with yesterday, was to form ‘Royal Rosamond Fashions’ and sell both my newspaper and magazine to  trustworthy publisher. I need – a team on my side! My sister offered to teach me her style, and I turned her down because she was SO commercial. Christine Rosamond Presco-Benton, loved to sew and made her own clothing. So did my mother, Rosemary Rosamond. My grandmother, Mary Magdalene ‘Rose of the World’, made hats to help support her four beautiful daughters. My grandfather was not making money at his craft. As part of the Fashion Image, I would like to do images of models and celebrities in the Rosamond style. I was going to make this offer to Lara Roozemont. She inspires me!

Also, I have been thinking about creating ‘Redneck Boho’. The Red States are becoming more liberal, and, the neo-Confederate look is out.

I want to promote Liz Taylor’s companies and legacies for the sake of our Rosy Tree. Fleming hand-picked Richard Burton to play Bond, but, was turned down. Burton is also in my Rosy Family Tree. If he had been the genius some claim he was (he is dead) then, he would have looked at Liz, and cried;

“There goes my Bond! She’s a woman!”

If I make my Bond a male again, then, why not make HIM the Hidden Child of Burton and Liz. I got ten Bond books – at least! Sitting outside the Emerald Art Association, I told my friend Sandy the old widows of the Wood Workers of the World threw me out of their art colony, when I suggested they enter the Wood Ant Queen in the Eugene Celebration. I told them Liz was my second cousin.

To discover Liz was born in Augustus John’s house, with twenty paintings on his wall, says it all. Her father was sent home to America to be John’s agent in America. Her uncle Howard was a purchaser of fine art for the American rich. He played poker with his good friend, General Eisenhower, Commander of all Allied forces. Though it appears Monica Delacroix is Bond’s mother, I see this as a code denoting Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and ‘The Rose Croix’ of the world, and, THEY made their move when Hitler put a price on the head of Empress Zita von Habsburg, whose son co-founded Pan-Europa!

What I am suggesting, is, when Liz and her entourage came under the Arch de Triumph in faux Hollywood Rome, the Jewish Directors threw Hitler a GIANT finger. He went insane, some more! From atop his penthouse in the Village, Hitler watched the career of a ambitious man, whose grandfather was born in Paris. Why Paris?

 

All my communication with Lara Roozemond, is copyrighted. I don’t trust that Dutch wench! She’s got Clever Blood in her veins!

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press & Fashions

Copyright 2018

P.S. I just sent Bond Publication this e-mail. This is bigger than Planet X. Almost everyone wants to see Hitler brought to Justice, or, his grandson!

My name is Jon Presco a.k.a John Ambrose. Liz Taylor is my kin. Via her son’s marriage into the Getty family, we are related to Ian Fleming. Liz was born in the home owned by Augustus John. My Bond book is titled ‘The Royal Janitor’. I would like to know the rules for this, and, be on your good side,
Jon Pesco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Start here, and begin your journey.

Richard BurtonThe good looking actor who was known for his Shakespearean roles as well as his tumultuous relationship/marriages to Elizabeth Taylor reportedly turned down the first 007 role. Author Ian Fleming specifically wanted Burton when a movie adaptation was suggested in the late ’50s, but the Welsh actor thought it was too big a risk and had demanded a fat paycheck as well.

https://rosamondpress.com/2017/01/20/royal-rosamond-press-is-for-sale/

https://rosamondpress.com/2013/02/10/aileen-liz-talitha/

My Kinship With Liz, The Gettys, Ian Fleming

I am now going to concentrate on promoting myself in a professional manner. I taught my famous sister how to paint. She married into the famous Benton family of artists. I am kin to Augustus John.

John Presco

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/04/26/my-kindred-liz-taylor-and-ian-fleming/

FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895

Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
ii.JOHN TAYLOR.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2012/feb/03/elizabeth-taylor-art-collection-auction

An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.

Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.

My Kindred – Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor

elizrose

Christine 1976 Reading

Christine 1980 with Paintings

According to Jimmy Rosamond, the late actress, Elizabeth Rosemond Tyalor, is my kin. Dame Elizabeth is in the Peerage. Over ten years ago Elizabeth put a short biography, along with the top photo, on the Rosamond geneaology website. Then it was gone. She may now be kin to the Stewarts, and her children may want to take the DNA test so we may gather our roses, bring them into the Rose of the World Garden.

Everyone said Rosemary and Christine looked like and also had amazing eyes. If you believe the tabloids, Liz had a racy sex life like Rosemary did, whose portrait is seen above, she holding an empty wine glass – with exposed nipple! A Mafia Moll?

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

http://thepeerage.com/p33432.htm

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~rosamondgenealogy/

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~rosamondgenealogy/wsrhis02.htm

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~rosamondgenealogy/wsrhis03.htm

http://newsarch.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/OHGUERNS/2008-“11/1226675696

I am looking for descendants of Philip Rosemond and Moses Morton Rosemond
who lived in Guernsey County, OH in the mid-1800s. This family descended
from a James Rosemond who lived in County Leitrim, Ireland in the early
1700s. Other members of this same family settled in Lanark, Ontario, Canada.
The southern Rosamond family is also said to be descended from this same
family, as are the Rosamond families in Australia and New Zealand. I am
trying to tie all the branches of the family together. The information on
the family in Guernsey County, OH is shown below. I’d appreciate hearing
from anyone who has any information regarding this family.

The reference for the earlier generations of this family is the booklet “The
History of the Rosemond Family” by Leland Eugene Rosemond, 1939.

Thanks.

gideoncom43

My newspaper is a Bohemian, Counter-culture archive that anticipated the coming of Trump, who just delivered ‘The Sermon Atop The Tower’. I do not have much time left on this planet. I need to finish and publish my conclusion that Jesus was a white man who ministered to Celtic slaves. This will set Christianity on it ear. There are several good ideas for movies, and books. I will write a weekly blog, if so desired.

I am asking $3,000,000 million dollars.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

braskewitz@yahoo.com

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Mary Morton Rosemond of Iowa

When I read the following this morning, the book, and movie ‘Gone With The Wind’ came to mind.

“The couple had nine children; eight girls and but one son — Martin — who served with Lucas County boys in Company C of the 13th Iowa Infantry and died in service in 1862. When James Roseman died in 1887, there was nobody by the name of Roseman left in the county.”

Thanks to my kin, Charles M. Wright, I was able to find the Western branch of the Rosemond-Rosemond-Rosemond family that descends from James Roseman, Phillip Rosemond, and Moses Morton Rosemond. Add to this branch my grandfather Frank W. Rosamond, and his four daughters, June, Bertha, Rosemary, and Lillian, and the Western Rosamond family, is complete.

I have chosen Mary Morton Rosemond t ground all the Rosy families, because she is a trained Librarian and State Archivist. If she were alive, she would be doing what I and Jimmy Rosamond have been doing for many years. The Rosemond family is mentioned in several history books, none more tragic then the Record of Iowa Soldiers. Why did they let Martin join The War of the Rebellions? He was surrounded by eight beautiful sisters who loved him dearly. He got wound, and was discharged. He came home and died shortly of his wound. What a heartbreak to say goodbye. He was handsome, and, perhaps too effeminate? Did he, and others believe he would come home……….a man. A Rose Man?

There are some profound parallels between the history of The Gone With The Wind, and the Roseman family who were pioneers. They Came from Ireland, and went West. Their name is gone, but their DNA is all over Iowa, including the bloodline to the Wieneke of Iowa. Frank Weseley Rosamond married Mary Magdalene Wieneke, and thus another Mary M. Rosamond. What is in a name? Did Mary Rosemond ever dream one of her kin would become one of the most famous Movie Stars of all time? Then there is my sister’s famous works of art, she know all over the world for her images of beautiful women. Christine Rosamond Benton used her middle name to sign her work, thus giving this name new life. I suspect Mary Morton gathered all her Roses around her, and this monument, with, just the name.

I am kin to Richard Burton who Ian Fleming wanted to play the first James Bond. Liz Taylor is kin to Fleming via Aeilene Getty. The Getty family have founded famous libraries, archives, and museums.

Jon Presco

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/36833744/james-roseman

https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/95700/memorial-search?firstName=&lastName=Rosemond&page=1#sr-110227576

https://books.google.com/books?id=ON0yAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA936&lpg=PA936&dq=rosemond+Guernsey+County,+OH&source=bl&ots=jfG7J6nkfF&sig=wBp6eotPjNwuEqDG_5EgUutUnNI&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiZtZ3a4JDcAhW6CDQIHUgyDyAQ6AEIWDAJ#v=onepage&q=rosemond%20Guernsey%20County%2C%20OH&f=false

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80378066/caroline-cornelia-rosemond

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80378243/william-e-rosemond

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80378106/charles-albert-rosemond

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80378129/lillian-e-rosemond

At the residence of his mother, Mrs. M. J. Johnson, 512 East Capitol Avenue, Sunday morning, Jan. 22, 1900, at 8:45 o’clock, of lung trouble, Frank W. Rosemond, aged 25 years, 6 months, and 7 days. Mr. Rosemond had been in failing health for a year, and for the past three weeks had been confined to his bed. He was born in Ohio, had resided in Springfield for fifteen years, and formed the acquaintance of a large circle of friends by whom he was held in high esteem. He is survived by his mother and three sisters, Mrs. T. M. Taylor, of Centerville, Ia.; Mrs. L. A. Duckworth of St. Louis, and Miss Mabel Rosemond of Springfield. The funeral will take place from the residence Tuesday afternoon at 2 o’clock. The services will be conducted by the Rev. J. E. Lynn, pastor of the Christian church, and the remains will be interred in Oak Ridge cemetery. Publ. in Illinois State Register, Springfield, IL, 1-29-1900

Charles M. Wright said…

I was curious when I read that Elizabeth Taylor was born in England but both of her parents were born in the United States so I Googled the actresses’ name. When I then read that her paternal grandmother was Elizabeth Mary Rosemond, my interest was piqued. My Great-Grandmother’s maiden name was Rosemond. (Many, but not all of the family changed the spelling to Roseman after they came to America from Ireland. Hereafter I will use the spelling Roseman for James and his family.)

It didn’t take long, using my genealogy, Ancestry.com and other sources to discover that my Great-Great-Grandfather James Roseman (1800-1887) who lies buried in the Bethel Cemetery in Cedar Township, was an older brother of Elizabeth Taylor’s Great-Great-Grandfather Philip Rosemond (1804-1850). Elizabeth Taylor was my 4th cousin!

James Roseman, his wife Anne and two young daughters left County Leitrim, Ireland in 1831 and sailed to America following others of the Rosemond clan who had earlier been “warned out” because of their Huguenot ancestry. They first settled among Rosemond kin in Guernsey County, Ohio where my Great-Grandmother Mary Ann Roseman Wright was born in 1832. The family moved to Iowa in 1850 and appear in the 1856 Iowa census of Muscatine County. James purchased land in Cedar Township, Lucas County in March, 1857 and settled his family near daughter Mary Ann Roseman Wright whose husband David S. Wright had come to the county and purchased 80 acres of land n Cedar and Pleasant Townships in 1856. Anne, the wife of James Roseman, died in 1859 and was among the earliest burials in the Bethel Cemetery. The couple had nine children; eight girls and but one son — Martin — who served with Lucas County boys in Company C of the 13th Iowa Infantry and died in service in 1862. When James Roseman died in 1887, there was nobody by the name of Roseman left in the county.

You can see photos of James Roseman, his son Martin Roseman, daughter Mary Ann Roseman Wright, and son-in-law Stephen Julian among the memorials posted in the Bethel Cemetery on Findagrave.com.

http://www.ohiogenealogyexpress.com/guernsey/guernseyco_bios_1895/guernseyco_bios_1895_r.htm

Source:
Portrait and Biographical History of Guernsey County, Ohio
Published:  Chicago: C. O. Owen & Co.,
1895

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A B C D E F G H I J K L M
N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

THE ROSAMOND FAMILY, whose history forms so large a part of that of the vicinity of Fairview, is a German origin.  The first ancestor who can be identified came from Hamburg, Germany, and, having been a Drill-Sergeant in the army, was carried to the British Isles by King William the Third.  His wife accompanied him upon the passage, and it is related that at the conclusion of one of the battles of that time this woman was seen turning over upon the field the bodies of the slain, looking for her husband; but he, having escaped death, saw her and hailed her, whereupon at the sound of his voice she exclaimed, “If that be you, I will turn over no more;” and the result was that she was permitted to remain with him throughout the campaign.
The Rosamond family in Ireland centered about the villages of Drumshanbo and Ballinamore, in County Leitrim, and the men were farmers and linen-weavers.  At the conclusion of the battles waged by King William, his officer of this name was offered a township of land in this vicinity, to be held forever without rent, but he refused it; and the reply made to him, that his children would curse him for the refusal, has come down with the traditions of the family.
In 1796 Philip Rosamond emigrated to America, spending some time in Philadelphia, Pa., and first settling near St. Clairsville, but removing to a farm just west of Fairview, at what was, and sometimes still is, called Fletcher, where he kept the first state office and office on the Zane Trail, between Wheeling and Zanesville.  The town of Fairview was not then laid out.  A few years later he was joined by his brother Martin, and in 1841 their brother William (father of Edward Rosamond, of Cumberland) followed, but contracted on the voyage an illness, which soon ended fatally.  The wife of Philip was Mary Bennett.  To them were born ten children: Nancy, James, Mary, Martin, Fanny, Eliza, Jane, Edward, Margaret and William, none of whom are living.  James, born March 17, 1788, was a merchant, with stores at Fairview, New Birmingham (Milnersville) and New Comerstown.  At Birmingham he was associated with John Orme, now of Cambridge, and at New Comerstown with James Dent.  Of his children, Margaret married William C. Browne, then a merchant at Fairview, later of Cadiz, and now a banker at New Philadelphia; Sarah A., or “Tal,” married Harrison R. Pumphrey, of Croton, Licking County; Mary married Edward McMackin; and James Henry married Amanda M. Campbell; but all are now dead except Suc T., who lives unmarried, at Croton, Ohio.  Hattie, daughter of Margaret, married William H. Hunter, one of the proprietors of the Steubenville Gazette, and lives in that city.  Of Mary‘s children, William alone survives, at Cincinnati.  Fred L. Rosemond, only child of James Henry, is a practicing attorney at Cambridge.
Tracing the descendants of others of Philip‘s children, we find that the following children of Fanny, Mrs. Thompson, survive:  William and Florence, of the city of Columbus; of Jane, who married Rev. Thomas J. Taylor, a preacher of note, Frances, wife of John W. Umstot, of Senecaville, and Martha, Mrs. Talbot, of Albuquerque, N. M.  Fannie‘s grandchildren are: Ada, May and Frank R. Smith; Mrs. Thomas G. Kerr, of Cambridge; and William Smith, of Mt. Gilead, children of Ebenezer and Eliza Smith.  The children of Edward (Canada Ed) are Dr. W. B. Rosamond, of Milnersville; Mrs. Mary Craig, widow of John Craig, of Washington; Mrs. Fannie Shipley, widow of Samuel Shipley, of Fairview; James R. Rosamond, of Hendrysburgh; and Margaret, wife of Thomas Blaser, of Oxford Township.
Another brother of the first Philip who came to Guernsey County was Edward, who married Sarah Dowler.  Both died in Cambridge and are buried in the old cemetery there.  Of their six children, one was Nancy, who married Jesse Barkis and afterward Thomas Ruckle, and one of whose children by the former marriage is Mrs. Julia Davis, relict of James Davis, of Cambridge; another was James, father of Mrs. Melissa Romans, of Quaker City; and another was the Edward known as “Morristown Ed.”
While the spelling of the family name among these persons varies from Rosamond through Rosemond to Roseman, it is believed from the forms of the name found in the European languages that Rosemond most nearly conforms to the original.
SOURCE #2 – Portrait and Biographical History of Guernsey County, Ohio – Published:  Chicago: C. O. Owen & Co., 1895
– Page 314

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https://dameelizabethtaylor.weebly.com/blog/elizabeth-taylor-scarlett-o-hara

 

When most people think of Gone With The Wind, they do not normally associate Elizabeth Taylor with the film. However, she was considered for the role of Bonnie Blue Butler – Rhett and Scarlett’s daughter . Friends, even a talent scout, tried to coax Sara (Elizabeth’s mother) into letting young Elizabeth audition for the role. However Sara refused, and the role went to Cammie King.

Elizabeth’s middle name, Rosemond, comes from her paternal grandmother Elizabeth Mary Rosemond.

Famed gossip columnist Hedda Hopper suggested 8-year-old Elizabeth for the role of Bonnie Blue Butler, daughter of Scarlett and Rhett, in Gone With the Wind (1939), but Elizabeth’s father discouraged it.

Elizabeth made her first film appearance at age 10 in Universal’s There’s One Born Every Minute (1942) in which she sings a duet with Carl “Alfalfa” Switzer from the Our Gang series.

For her second film, Lassie Come Home (1943), Elizabeth was paid $100 a week. The dog who played Lassie, however, was paid more than twice that: $250 a week.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gone_with_the_Wind_(film)

O’Hara is the oldest living child of Gerald and Ellen O’Hara. She was born in 1844 or 1845 on her family’s plantation Tara in Georgia. She was named Katie Scarlett, after her father’s mother, but is always called Scarlett, except by her father, who refers to her as “Katie Scarlett.”[3] She is from a Catholic family of Irish and French ancestry, and a descendant of an aristocratic Savannah family on her mother’s side (the Robillards). O’Hara has black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She is famous for her fashionably small waist.[4] Scarlett has two younger sisters, Susan Elinor (“Suellen”) O’Hara and Caroline Irene (“Carreen”) O’Hara, and three little brothers who died in infancy. Her baby brothers are buried in the family burying ground at Tara, and each was named Gerald O’Hara, Jr.

The author tentatively titled the novel Tomorrow is Another Day, from its last line.[9] Other proposed titles included Bugles Sang True, Not in Our Stars, and Tote the Weary Load.[6] The title Mitchell finally chose is from the first line of the third stanza of the poem “Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae” by Ernest Dowson:

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind…[10]

Scarlett O’Hara uses the title phrase when she wonders to herself if her home on a plantation called “Tara” is still standing, or if it had “gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia.”[11] In a general sense, the title is a metaphor for the demise of a way of life in the South prior to the Civil War. When taken in the context of Dowson’s poem about “Cynara,” the phrase “gone with the wind” alludes to erotic loss.[12] The poem expresses the regrets of someone who has lost his passionate feelings for his “old passion,” Cynara.[13] Dowson’s Cynara, a name that comes from the Greek word for artichoke, represents a lost love.[14]

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow,
Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;

Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion
.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;

But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion
.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;

And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion
.

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80378066/caroline-cornelia-rosemond

 

https://www.geni.com/people/Mable-Rosemond/6000000003263509394?through=6000000003263482826

Mable Rosemond MP

Gender: Female
Birth: estimated between 1852 and 1906
Immediate Family: Daughter of Moses Morton Rosemond and Martha E Likes
Wife of Howard Young
Sister of Elizabeth Mary Taylor; Frank Rosemond; Jessie Rosemond and W F Rosemond
Added by: Jimmy Dale Rosamond on March 21, 2009
Managed by: Jimmy Dale Rosamond

 

https://www.geni.com/people/Mable-Rosemond/6000000003263509394?through=6000000003263482826

https://www.geni.com/people/Moses-Rosemond/6000000003263482826?through=6000000003263509409

Moses Morton Rosemond

Gender:

Male

Birth:

1843
Guernsey County, Ohio

Immediate Family:

Son of Philip Rosemond and Mary Morton
Husband of Martha E Likes
Father of Elizabeth Mary Taylor; Frank Rosemond; Jessie Rosemond; Mable Rosemond and W F Rosemond
Brother of Elizabeth Rosemond; William Edward Rosemond; John Rosemond and Mary Susan Rosemond

DNA Markers:

details

Added by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond on March 21, 2009

Managed by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond

 

Philip Rosemond

Gender:

Male

Birth:

circa 1804
Ireland

Immediate Family:

Son of William Rosemond and Unknown Bennett
Husband of Mary Morton and Susan Giffee
Father of Elizabeth Rosemond; William Edward Rosemond; Moses Morton Rosemond; John Rosemond and Mary Susan Rosemond
Brother of Edward Rosemond; James Rosemond; Anne Rosemond; John Rosemond; Bennett Rosemond and 1 other

DNA Markers:

details

Added by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond on March 21, 2009

Managed by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond

 

William Rosemond

Gender:

Male

Birth:

1775
Ireland

Death:

August 08, 1841 (66)
Fairview, Guernsey County, Ohio

Immediate Family:

Son of James Rosemond and Nancy Cook
Husband of Unknown Bennett and Catherine Wallace
Father of Edward Rosemond; James Rosemond; Anne Rosemond; Philip Rosemond; John Rosemond and 2 others
Brother of Bennet Rosamond; James Rossman; Phillip Rosemond; Edward Rosemond; Thomas Rosemond and 9 others

DNA Markers:

details

Added by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond on March 21, 2009

Managed by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond

 

James Rosemond

Gender:

Male

Birth:

circa 1730

Death:

circa 1813 (75-91)

Immediate Family:

Son of Unknown Rosemond
Husband of Nancy Cook
Father of Bennet Rosamond; James Rossman; Phillip Rosemond; Edward Rosemond; William Rosemond and 10 others

DNA Markers:

details

Added by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond on March 21, 2009

Managed by:

Jimmy Dale Rosamond

 

Caroline Cornelia Bumgardner Rosemond

Birth

1845

Death

1930 (aged 84–85)

Burial

Oakwood Cemetery

Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa, USA

Memorial ID

80378066 · View Source

William E Rosemond

Birth

Jul 1840

Ohio, USA

Death

15 Mar 1930 (aged 89)

Burial

Oakwood Cemetery

Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa, USA

Memorial ID

80378243 · View Source

Photo added by Mary

Charles Albert Rosemond

Birth

11 Sep 1869

Illinois, USA

Death

18 Aug 1917 (aged 47)

Normal, McLean County, Illinois, USA

Burial

Oakwood Cemetery

Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa, USA

Memorial ID

80378106 · View Source

 

Mary Rosemond

Birth

1866

Death

1941 (aged 74–75)

Burial

Oakwood Cemetery

Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa, USA

Memorial ID

80378160 · View Source

 

 

http://www.ohiogenealogyexpress.com/guernsey/guernseyco_bios_1895/guernseyco_bios_1895_r.htm

Birth Name: Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor

Date of Birth: February 27, 1932

Place of Birth: Hendon, Middlesex, England, U.K.

Date of Death: March 23, 2011

Place of Death: Los Angeles, California, U.S.

Ethnicity: English, with 1/8th Swiss-German, some Scots-Irish/Northern Irish and French, more distant Dutch, Welsh, and Danish
*convert to Judaism

Elizabeth Taylor was a British and American actress and humanitarian. She twice won the Academy Award for Best Actress, for BUtterfield 8 (1960) and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966).

She was born in Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, England, to American parents, Sara Sothern (born Sara Viola Warmbrodt), also an actress, and Francis Lenn Taylor, an art dealer.

Elizabeth had four children, two with her former husband, English actor Michael Wilding, one with her late husband, producer Mike Todd, and one with her former husband, Welsh actor Richard Burton, to whom she was married twice.

Much of Elizabeth’s ancestry was English, with colonial American roots dating back to the 1600s. One of her maternal great-grandfathers was a Swiss-German immigrant, and she also had Scots-Irish (Northern Irish) and French roots, with fairly distant Dutch, Welsh, and Danish, ancestry.

Elizabeth Taylor converted to Judaism in 1959, taking the Hebrew name Elisheba Rachel, and identified herself as a Jew for the rest of her life. She was buried with a Jewish service.

Elizabeth’s paternal grandfather was Francis Marion Taylor (the son of Peter/Pete Prevatt Taylor and Margaret Jane Perigo). Peter was the son of Lewis/Louis Taylor and Rachel Thompson Baker. Margaret was the daughter of Jonathan Perigo and Isabella McGill. The Perigo line is said to originate with a French immigrant of the late 1700s, Romey Perigo.

Elizabeth’s paternal grandmother was Elizabeth Mary Rosemond (the daughter of Moses Morton Rosemond and Martha Jane/E. Likes/Lokes). Moses was the son of Philip Rosemond, who was born in Ireland, and of Mary Morton.

Elizabeth’s maternal grandfather was Samuel Sylvester Warmbrodt (the son of Samuel Warmbrodt and Mollissa/Melissa Ann Flora). Elizabeth’s great-grandfather Samuel was born in Siselen, Bern, Switzerland, and was of Swiss-German descent, the son of Johannes/John or Hans Jacob Warmbrodt and Elisabeth/Elsbeth Graden.

Elizabeth’s paternal grandmother was Anna/Ann Elizabeth Wilson (the daughter of John A. Wilson and Sarah Glen/Glenn). Sarah was the daughter of Joseph Glen and Ann Moore.

The first Wieneke reunion was held at the home of Mary M. and Margaret Schmitz, Sunday, June 26, 1927, at Urbana. The former is a daughter of the late Margaret Wieneke Ernst, whose parents came to Iowa as pioneers and settled west of Cedar Rapids on the farm now owned by Henry Stark.

The crowd began to gather at 10:00 o’clock from all directions until there was over 200 present. A big basket dinner was served cafeteria style from a very long table in the yard at noon which was enjoyed by all. The afternoon was spent in a social time and a program consisting of letters read by Rev. John C. Wieneke of Cedar Falls from the following persons: Leon F. Lucas, Ontario, Cal., Mary M. Rosamond, Ventura, Cal., C. F. Wieneke, Ventura, Cal., Mr. and Mrs. Frank Caldwell, Chino, Cal., and Mrs. Herman Wieneke and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Wieneke from Adrian, Minn.; F. E. Augustine Jr., and Alfred Augustine, Chicago; Frances Rebasch(?) Vermillion, S. Dak.; Sister M. Perinet-Zwingle(?), Ia.; Mr. and Mrs. Henry Schallau, Sutherland, Ia.; Mr. and Chas. Schallau, Grinnell. These letters were all very much enjoyed by the crowd and short talks were given by different ones. It was voted on and carried to have a reunion every year. Officers elected were John Stark, Sr., of Fairfax, P! res.; Mrs. Theo. Stark, Sec. And Treasurer. Committee appointed for the place were Henry Stark of Cedar Rapids, Ione(?) Wieneke, Marion, Fred Schrunk(?), Atkins. They met at once and decided ___ place for next year. Reunion to be held at Henry Stark, west of Cedar Rapids, the last Sunday in June. Before they began to leave for their homes ice cream, strawberriesand cake were served.

Those present were Joe Schmitz, Mr. and Mrs. Theo. Schmitz and children Joseph and Irene; Mr. and Mrs. N. E. Miller and children, Alvena, Ida and Norma and Wasetta, from Vinton; Mr. and Mrs Matt Less, Mr and Mrs. Walter Less, and children Vernon, Bernice, Edward and Charles; Mrs Chas. Zabokotsky; Mr. and Mrs. Joe Ernst and children, Leo and Mae; Eugene Miller and children, Evelyn, Lavon and Laverne, Walker, Ia.; Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Brown and children, Muriel, Chester, Mary Lois and Rebecca; Mr. and Mrs. John Stark, Sr., children Charles, Andrew and Katherine, Fairfax; Mr. and Mrs. Fred Schminke, children Lillian and Irma, Mr. and Mrs. Will Schminke; Paul Hoerther, Atkins; Mr. and Mrs. Ewen Miller, Brandon; Mr. and Mrs. A. F. Schmitz; Mr. and Mrs. Ed. Kelly; Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Canterell; Mr. and Mrs. Conrad Schallau, children Genevieve, Margaret, Daniel, Bernard and Conroy, Rozella Nolan, Chris and John Schallau, Van Horne; Mr. and Mrs. Matt Boddicker, children Kenneth, Davi! d, Deloras and Doris; Mr. and Mrs. Robert Light and children John and Cordelia; Mr. and Mrs. John Becker, and son Elmer; Mr. and Mrs Arlo Becker and baby Harold; Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Becker, Watkins, Ia.; Mr. and Mrs. George Michael and children Edmund, Leonard and Donald; Tillie Lammers, Walker; Katherine Hiess; Mrs. Nick McDonovan, Chicago, Ill.; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wieneke, of Cascade; Mr. and Mrs. Tony Bitzel, Libertyville, Ill.; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Augustine and children, Elmer, Bernard, Hazle, Esther, and Juanita; Ida Wieneke; Mildred Lammers; Mr. and Mrs. Herman Lammers and children, William, Deloras, Arthur, Herbert, Germaine, James, and Paul; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Grobstick; Mr. Henry Toebber, Mr. and Mrs. Herman J. Wieneke, children Charles and Helen, Dyersville, Ia.; Mrs. George Heming and Katherine Wieneke, Dubuque, Ia.; Rev. John C. Wieneke, Dubuque, Ia.; Mr. Flynn of Cedar Falls, Ia.; Mr . Herman Chudz??ki, Children Victor, Lillian and Arthur; Nellie Kraut; Mr. and ! Mrs. T(?)onie Wieneke, Marion, Ia.; John May; Mr. and Mrs. Chris. Werner and children Hilda May, Christopher and Paul; Mr. and Mrs. Herman May and children Marie Alice and John; Mr. and Mrs. Theo. Stark; Mr. and Mrs. Joe Stark and sons, Calistus and Edward; Mr. and Mrs. Albert Stark and children Marianna and Albert, John; Mr. and Mrs. Ed Wieneke, and sons, Paul, Dick, and Bob; Henry Wieneke; Gladys Wieneke; Margaret Gaffney; Ed Stark; Ben Sormon; Callista Wieneke; Lola Schminkle; Mr. and Mrs. George Stark, and children Goldie May and Harold; Lizzie and Tillie Stark; Mr. and Mrs. Henry Stark and children Herbert(?), Arnold, Ralph, Angelo, and Henry Adam; Mr. and Mrs. George Stark and daughter Leota; Mr. and Mrs. Francis Stark, and daughters, Hazel, Geraldine and Iola; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. J. Loung and children, Blanche, Francis, George, Vernon and Dale; Henry and Ben Wieneke, Cedar Rapids; Miss Whalen, Norway; Charles and Mary Horwelder, Watkins, Ia.”

Another clipping:

“Mr. and Mrs. Herman Lammers and family; Mr. and Mrs. Slim Wieneke and family; Mr. and Mrs. S. Albang and family; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Augustine and family; Mr. and Mrs. Frk. Grobstick; Mrs H. Toebber.; Misses Mildred Lammers, Ida, and Callista Wieneke of this city; Mrs. M. McDonovan, of Chicago; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wieneke of Cascade; Mr. and Mrs. Tohy Beitzel; Mrs. George Heming and Miss Kathryn Wieneke of Dubuque motored to Urbana, Iowa, last Saturday evening, where on Sunday they attended the first family reunion of the Wieneke families. They report having had a delightful time. Another reunion will be held again next year. An account of the event is being published elsewhere in this paper. Over 200 were in attendance.”

 

RRPress

ROYAL ROSAMOND PRESS

My grandfather was a Newspaperman – of sorts! He sold 400 copies of The Oklahoman, and 200 copies of the Oklahoma Times, at his newspaper stand in Oklahoma City. He tutored young people in poetry and had plans to build a Poet’s retreat on the Buffalo River.The Ozark Historian, Otto Rayburn, was supportive of this.

It is the objective of my newspaper to restore the dream of these two men who published their own magazine. Rayburn published ‘Arcadian Life’, and Royal’s Gem Publishing, published ‘Bright Stories’. Royal also published one novel under ‘R.R. Rosamond Publishing’ founded in 1931 in Ventura where it was printed.

Above you see letters sent to Royal, and two books he published. Rosamond’s poems are here, along with photos of his daughters, and his friends who were writers, camping on Santa Cruz Island.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Branding Royal Rosamond Press

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/9539100/Richard-Burton-Diaries-I-behaved-with-a-fair-amount-of-disgrace-yesterday.html

Descendants of Moses Morton Rosemond

Generation No. 1

1. MOSES MORTON11 ROSEMOND (PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8, UNKNOWN7, JAMES
“JACOB?”6, HANS ULRICH5, HANS4, FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE ROUGEMONT)1,2,3,4
was born Bet. 1843 – 1845 in Guernsey County, Ohio5,6. He married MARTHA E
LIKES7,8 26 Jul 1868 in Guernsey County, OH9. She was born Abt. 1847 in
Ohio.

More About MOSES ROSEMOND and MARTHA LIKES:
Marriage: 26 Jul 1868, Guernsey County, OH9

Children of MOSES ROSEMOND and MARTHA LIKES are:
2.i.ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND, b. Jun 1869, Guernsey County,
Ohio; d. 1937, Arkansas City, Cowley County, Kansas.
ii.FRANK ROSEMOND.

Notes for FRANK ROSEMOND:
Never married.

iii.JESSIE ROSEMOND.

Notes for JESSIE ROSEMOND:
Never married.

iv.MABLE ROSEMOND, m. HOWARD YOUNG.
v.W F ROSEMOND.

Generation No. 2

2. ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND (MOSES MORTON11, PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8,
UNKNOWN7, JAMES “JACOB?”6, HANS ULRICH5, HANS4, FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE
ROUGEMONT)9,10 was born Jun 1869 in Guernsey County, Ohio, and died 1937 in
Arkansas City, Cowley County, Kansas. She married FRANCIS MARION TAYLOR
Abt. 1895, son of PETER TAYLOR and MARGARET PERIGO. He was born Abt. 1860
in California, and died 1946.

More About FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895

Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
ii.JOHN TAYLOR.

Generation No. 3

3. FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR (ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND, MOSES MORTON11,
PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8, UNKNOWN7, JAMES “JACOB?”6, HANS ULRICH5, HANS4,
FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE ROUGEMONT) was born 28 Dec 1897 in Springfield,
Sangamon County, Illinois, and died 20 Nov 1968 in Los Angeles County,
California. He married SARA VIOLA WARMBRODT 23 Oct 1926, daughter of SAMUEL
WARMBRODT and ELIZABETH WILSON. She was born 21 Aug 1896 in Arkansas City,
Cowley, Kansas, and died 11 Sep 1994 in Palm Springs, Riverside County,
California.

More About FRANCES TAYLOR and SARA WARMBRODT:
Marriage: 23 Oct 1926

Child of FRANCES TAYLOR and SARA WARMBRODT is:
4.i.ELIZABETH ROSEMOND14 TAYLOR, b. 27 Feb 1932, London, London
County, England.

Generation No. 4

4. ELIZABETH ROSEMOND14 TAYLOR (FRANCES LYNN13, ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND,
MOSES MORTON11, PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8, UNKNOWN7, JAMES “JACOB?”6, HANS
ULRICH5, HANS4, FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE ROUGEMONT) was born 27 Feb 1932 in
London, London County, England. She married (1) RICHARD BURTON. He was
born 10 Nov 1925 in Pontrhydyfen, Wales, UK. She married (2) JOHN WILLIAM
WARNER. She married (3) LAWRENCE LEE FORTENSKY. She married (4) CONRAD
NICHOLSON HILTON 06 May 1950. He was born 06 Jul 1926 in Dallas, Dallas
County, TX, and died 05 Feb 1969 in Los Angeles County, California. She
married (5) MICHAEL WILDING 21 Feb 1952. He was born 23 Jul 1912 in
Westcliffe on Sea, Essex County, England, and died 08 Jul 1979 in London,
London County, England. She married (6) MIKE TODD 02 Feb 1957. He was born
22 Jun 1907 in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and died 23 Mar 1958 in Grants,
Cibola County, New Mexico. She married (7) EDDIE FISHER 12 May 1959. He
was born 10 Aug 1928 in Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania.

More About CONRAD HILTON and ELIZABETH TAYLOR:
Divorce: 01 Feb 1951
Marriage: 06 May 1950

More About MICHAEL WILDING and ELIZABETH TAYLOR:
Divorce: 30 Jan 1957
Marriage: 21 Feb 1952

More About MIKE TODD and ELIZABETH TAYLOR:
Marriage: 02 Feb 1957

More About EDDIE FISHER and ELIZABETH TAYLOR:
Divorce: 06 Mar 1964
Marriage: 12 May 1959

Child of ELIZABETH TAYLOR and RICHARD BURTON is:
i.MARIA15 BURTON.

Children of ELIZABETH TAYLOR and MICHAEL WILDING are:
ii.MICHAEL HOWARD15 WILDING.
5.iii.CHRISTOPHER WILDING.

Child of ELIZABETH TAYLOR and MIKE TODD is:
6.iv.ELIZABETH FRANCES15 TODD.

Generation No. 5

5. CHRISTOPHER15 WILDING (ELIZABETH ROSEMOND14 TAYLOR, FRANCES LYNN13,
ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND, MOSES MORTON11, PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8,
UNKNOWN7, JAMES “JACOB?”6, HANS ULRICH5, HANS4, FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE
ROUGEMONT) He married AILEEN GETTY.

Children of CHRISTOPHER WILDING and AILEEN GETTY are:
i.CALEB16 WILDING.
ii.ANDREW WILDING.

6. ELIZABETH FRANCES15 TODD (ELIZABETH ROSEMOND14 TAYLOR, FRANCES LYNN13,
ELIZABETH MARY12 ROSEMOND, MOSES MORTON11, PHILIP10, WILLIAM9, JAMES8,
UNKNOWN7, JAMES “JACOB?”6, HANS ULRICH5, HANS4, FRED3, HANS2, ERHART1 DE
ROUGEMONT) She married HAROLD HAP TIVEY.

Children of ELIZABETH TODD and HAROLD TIVEY are:
i.QUINN16 TIVEY.
ii.RHYS TIVEY.

Endnotes
1. Household of Philip Rosemond; 1850 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Fairview; Roll: M432_684; Page: 240; Image: 235.
2. Household of Philip Rosemond; 1860 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Oxford; Roll: M653_969; Page: 10; Image: 20.
3. Celebrity Trees, Family Tree of Elizabeth Taylor; Genealogy.com;

http://www.genealogy.com/famousfolks/elizabeth-taylor/d0/i0000044.htm#i44.

4. Household of Moses Rosemond; 1870 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Oxford; Roll: M593_1206; Page: 545; Image: 370, Digital image.
Ancestry.com online database.
5. Household of Philip Rosemond; 1850 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Fairview; Roll: M432_684; Page: 240; Image: 235.
6. Household of Philip Rosemond; 1860 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Oxford; Roll: M653_969; Page: 10; Image: 20.
7. Celebrity Trees, Family Tree of Elizabeth Taylor; Genealogy.com;

http://www.genealogy.com/famousfolks/elizabeth-taylor/d0/i0000044.htm#i44.

8. Household of Moses Rosemond; 1870 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Oxford; Roll: M593_1206; Page: 545; Image: 370.
9. Celebrity Trees, Family Tree of Elizabeth Taylor; Genealogy.com;

http://www.genealogy.com/famousfolks/elizabeth-taylor/d0/i0000044.htm#i44.

10. Household of Moses Rosemond; 1870 US Federal Census; Guernsey County,
Ohio, Oxford; Roll: M593_1206; Page: 545; Image: 370

Aileen, Liz, Talitha

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Aileent33The beautiful model Talitha, who could have played Helen of Troy, is in my family tree. These are Rose of the World Women. Who has gathered them together, and why?

I forgot to say Lawrence Chazen was my father’s private lender, and Christine’s partner in the Crossroads Gallery. All in the family – aye?

Now, if I can just prove we are kin to those Greek warriors who poured out of the Trojan horse!

In horse and norse…..there is a rose!

Time to apply for a grant.

Jon

http://www.getty.edu/grants/

Talitha became the second wife of John Paul Getty, Jr. on 10 December 1966. She was married in a white mini-skirt, trimmed with mink.[5] The Gettys became part of “Swinging” London’s fashionable scene, becoming friends with, among others, singers Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones and his girl-friend Marianne Faithfull. Faithfull has recounted her apprehension, through “ingrained agoraphobia”, about an invitation to spend five weeks with the Gettys in Morocco (“but for Mick this is an essential part of his life”) and how, after splitting from Jagger, she took up with Talitha Getty’s lover, Count Jean de Breteuil, a young French aristocrat (1949–1971). Breteuil supplied drugs to rock stars such as Jim Morrison of the Doors, Keith Richards, and Marianne Faithfull, who wrote that Breteuil “saw himself as dealer to the stars”.[6][7][8] For his part, Richards recalled that John Paul and Talitha Getty “had the best and finest opium”.[9]

Print designer Celia Birtwell, who married designer Ossie Clark, recalled Talitha Getty as one of a number of “beautiful people” who crossed her threshold in the late 1960s, while couturier Yves Saint Laurent likened the Gettys to the title of a 1922 novel by F Scott Fitzgerald as “beautiful and damned”.[10]

John Paul Getty, who has been described as “a swinging playboy who drove fast cars, drank heavily, experimented with drugs and squired raunchy starlets”,[11] eschewed the family business, Getty Oil, during this period, much to the chagrin of his father. However, in later years, he became a philanthropist and (as a US citizen) received an honorary British knighthood in 1986. His luxury yacht, built in 1927 and renovated in 1994, was the MY Talitha G.

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Miriam’s Mood Swings

The Royal Janitor

by

John Presco

Copyright 2018

It can be said Miriam is always experiencing mood swings, but several days after she and Victoria returned from Eugene Oregon, her mood had taken a turn for the worse.

“I hate my room. I need to be relocated. My accommodations are not austere enough. I need an environment that is more, severe.”

“Didn’t we go through this when your were hired? You saw all the rooms at Osborne, and settled on the chore girl’s room. Didn’t you measure it? Is the bed – too big?”

“Stop patronizing me. I know the story of Goldylicks.”

“That’s – locks!”

“Whatever! I have studied Osborne House. The chore girls were sluts. They didn’t last long. They got pregnant in a year. I feel like I’m living in a whore house.I’m a good Christian girl.”

“Well! Aren’t we picky. How about the boiler room?”

“Show me!”

It was love at first sight! Miriam shrieked when she saw the old army cot.

“Is this – mine?”

“Ahh – yes. The boiler man uses it when there is boiler trouble and he has to spend the night.”

“Is he an old guy?”

“Yes!”

“Tell him he can have my old room.”

“O.K.”

Well, the boiler guy was not told anything, and when he came to make his weekly check on his boiler, there was Miriam laying naked on his cot staring up at the monograms on the boiler. She had an earplug in that broadcast tinny music and the news report from he crystal radio set she made. The boiler guy studied her long lithe form lit by Miriam’s kerosene lamp. A wave of jealousy swept over him. This is how he longed to live, but, then he would not find the right person to live with him. And…..there she be!

“I deserve you!” The boiler man said in a haunting voice. Miriam jumped up, and was ready to pounce. The old man saw the fire of the furnace between her long legs. her eyes were ablaze.

“Thank you. I will be going now!”

Miriam lay back down on her cot. A man had just seen her naked in Osborne House. She went back to studying the monogram, and let out a quite whimper because she was mind-blind to monograms. She could not fathom them, see the letters.

“Why?” she asked. Miriam was talking to herself, and it was noticed. Victoria summoned her to her office.

“Miriam. It has come to my attention you are talking to yourself.”

“Did that old fuck say something?”

“If you are talking about the boiler guy, he quit. You really stressed him out. I might have to ask you to wear more clothes.”

“Good! I want his job!” Miriam asked, and Victoria was relieved a fight over her dress had been avoided another day.

“You got it. No need to tell me you studied-up.”

“Did you know twenty percent of the boilers in the great estate were maintained by The Dorchester Orion Amalgamate. Union members wear the belt of Orion. The Romans commissioned them to supply wood for their baths throughout England. They are way older than the Catholic church. My menstrual cycles are affected by Orion’s Belt.

“Really!” Victoria said, and sucked in some air through her gritted teach. She was not in the mood for more strange Communist cosmologies that developed behind the Iron Curtain in the 50s. “Miriam. I think it would be best that you go out, more often. No, that was bullshit. Miriam, you need a social life. Your moods have soured. If you were a feline, I would buy a cat for you to play with. You are in need of a companion. We have found someone your age who will play with you. We do not want you hitting the pick-up bars. You don’t take rejection well.”

“Are you paying her to play with me?”

“No – yes! She’s a professional model, and, her whole life is dedicated to her craft. Models are always, on. Even when asleep.”

“How do you know she will get along with me?”

“We don’t. Thiis is why we thought it best she be on the payroll.”

“May I ask, who “we” is? Have you, and the others, been spying on me?” With that question, Miriam turned her back, but not before Miriam shot Victoria a very lethal look. Now her boss felt all the cylinders of her fury being ignited.

“Gulp! Did I just tell my deadly bodyguard I am paying someone to play with her. What kind of asshole am I? I’m – dead! I deserve to die.”

Miram gripped the handle on her desk drawer where she hept her required weapon. But, Mirriam turned, and was wearing a bright happy look!”

“What’s her name. I can’t wait to meet her! This will be so much fun!”

“Ah….Let me see!” Victoria flipped through her notes. “Her name is Barbazanya! I want you to take a week off in order to get know each other.”

“What a beautiful name! I will send you pics!”


Then one day, Nattitude announced

“Hey – look! I just got some pics of Miriam. Come look!”

Victoria rushed over feeling a pang of jealousy.

“She was supposed to be sending me pics!” Victoria gasped. “Oh my God! Is this our Miriam? She looks so – artificial! That’s Barbazanya? She’s gorgeous! What!? Miriam won a string bikini contest? I told her not to model!”

“Yeah! But, you didn’t tell her she couldn’t enter a beauty contest. You got to be specific. My thirteen years old daughter can bend light around corners.”

“Why does Barbazanya have her arm draped over Miriam’s leg? She not writing. She’s just pretending. What the?”

“Their posing.” Nattitude said. ‘They’re posing for you.”

“Why?”

“They want to make you jealous. How many girlfriends did you have growing up?”

“None!………What a phony!”

Nattitude cleared her throat, ever so slightly, then, put her Rubic’s Cube down on her desk. She was done figuring this one out.

“Look at that – baby face! Those are pouting baby lips! Barbazanya has taken her cute little baby to the beach wearing her baby bonnet! What is this, stuff? Who shot these pics? These aren’t selfies. This is professional eroticism for women – only! Do men look at these magazines, Nattitude? Do black women have similar magazines? Why haven’t I seen this before?”

“Hey, leave me out of this! The answers are, no, and no!” Nattitude looked at her computer screen to avoid seeing Victoria home-in on those baby bee-stung lips, that are very popular. Many women desire to own lips like this, and spend millions on plastic surgery.

“Looks like we have a hot commodity working for us! Barbazanya should be paying us!”

When Miriam got back from vacation, she was curt. She never made eye contact with her boss. Then, Miriam came to work with her underwear showing. The button on her jeans was undone. She read ‘Calvin Klein’. Fashion World had invaded the headquarters of BAD. Victoria felt her heart drop – in a deep plunge into pure jealousy. Barbazanya had done a Calvin Klein layout  that was on T.V.. These were – her underwear!

You bitch……Victoria said under her crimson blush. You paid me back. You’re telling me she owns you, now! You are her little slut, now!

Miriam stood at Victoria’s desk, rubbing it in. She leaned foreword and pressed her mound of Venus against her boss’s desk.

“You wanted to ask me something?”‘

“Yes. I don’t want you walking around the office with your underwear hanging out. I understand this look is sweeping the fashion world, but, we………..”

“O.K. Anything else?”

“Yes. I don’t want you to see Barbazanya again.”

“You got it!”

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_(constellation)

 

 

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I Am Flemings Literary Heir

I am carrying on a family tradition in authoring the next Bond book. Sabrina Victoria Easton was the name of my first character study. Victoria Sabrina Bond is the present name. I will have to do a monogram for VSB.

John Presco

http://dameelizabethtaylor.com/faqs.html

https://www.geni.com/people/Dame-Elizabeth-Taylor/6000000007315737362

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabrina_(given_name)

In the European heritage, it is taken from the Roman name for a river in mid-Wales which flows into England, there known as the Severn.[3]

According to a legend recounted by Geoffrey of Monmouth in the 12th century, Habren or Sabrina, the Latinized form of the river’s Common Brittonic or proto-Welsh name, was the daughter of a king named Locrinus (also known as Locrin or Locrine in English) by his mistress, the Germanic princess Estrildis. Locrinus ruled England after the death of his father, Brutus of Troy, the legendary second founder of Britain. Locrinus cast aside his wife, Guendolen, and their son Maddan and acknowledged Sabrina and her mother, but the enraged Guendolen raised an army against him and defeated Locrinus in battle. Guendolen then ordered that Sabrina and her mother be drowned in the river. The river was named after Sabrina so Locrine’s betrayal of Guendolen would never be forgotten.[4] According to legend, Sabrina lives in the river, which reflects her mood. She rides in a chariot and dolphins and salmon swim alongside her.[5] The later story suggests that the legend of Sabrina could have become intermingled with old stories of a river goddess or nymph.[6]

On the name Sabrina, The Facts on File Dictionary of First Names (1983) has this to say:

Roman name for the River Severn, in England. Ekwall, in his English River Names, thinks that Severn is a Celtic name but is unable to explain it. The legendary explanation for Sabrina is

The Royal Janitor

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Members of the armed forces in protective suits investigate a property in Winterslow near Salisbury in Britain, 12 March 2017. Russian ex-spy Sergei Skripal and his daughter were attacked with a nerve agent on 04 March 2018. Skripal and his daughter Yulia remain in a ‘very serious’ condition.
Investigation into possible poisoning of former Russian spy, Salisbury, United Kingdom – 12 Mar 2018

‘The Royal Janitor’

by

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

Sabrina Victoria Eastman could not get to Osborne House fast enough. When she got behind the wheel of her 1961 Jaguar she named ‘Grey Cloud’ the young women who picked her up at the airport tried not to show that she had been warned. She was two shades a pale grey when they arrived at the palace built for Victoria and Albert. She tried to keep up on unsteady legs. The blood was returning to her hands now that she unloosened her grip. As they made their way into the basement she realized she had an experience better than sex. She was a virgin. All her blood veins were alive with an energy she did not know existed. She felt adventurous, and nauseous. She knew she would never be the same.

At the stainless steel door, Sabrina stopped, pointed up, and asked;

“What does that say?”

It says……….”I can tell that you are quite left-leaning.”

“Why is it there?” Sabrina asked.

“To remind us to never underestimate anyone. And, never think for a second a whacked-out poet-artist and Bohemian type, is not a true patriot.”

 

A Russian Government hacking operation aimed at the US power grid did not compromise operations at any of the nation’s commercial nuclear power plants, federal regulators and the nuclear industry say.

Key points:

  • Trump administration accuses Russia of a plot to penetrate America’s electricity grid, factories, water supply and air travel
  • US national security officials determined Russian intelligence was behind a broad range of cyberattacks starting a year ago
  • Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack

Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack aimed at the energy grid and other infrastructure, but no safety, security or emergency preparedness functions were affected, the NRC said in a statement.

US nuclear plants are designed as operational “islands” that are not connected to the internet and other networks. Nuclear power provides about 20 per cent of the nation’s electricity.

 

I whose curl’d hair was as a strong stak’d net
To take the hunters and the hunt, and bind         35
Faces and feet and hands; a golden gin
Wherein the tawny-lidded lions fell,
Broken at ankle; I that am yet, ah yet,
And shall be till the worm hath share in me,
Fairer than love or the clean truth of God,         40
More sweet than sober customs of kind use
That shackle pain and stablish temperance;
I that have roses in my name, and make
All flowers glad to set their color by;
I that have held a land between twin lips         45
And turn’d large England to a little kiss;
God thinks not of me as contemptible;
And that you think me even a smaller thing

 

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-03-17/russian-hackers-attack-us-power-plants/9558624

Fleming was born in 1925, reportedly in Switzerland.[1] She was the illegitimate daughter of the painter Augustus John by his mistress Eve Fleming, mother of the writers Peter Fleming and Ian Fleming by her late husband, although most of her life she was raised as the adopted daughter of Eve Fleming as a pretence to hide her illegitimacy and only discovered her true parentage when she was in her twenties.[2]

She went away to school at Downe House in Berkshire, but went up to London every three weeks for cello lessons with John Snowden. In 1943 she won a scholarship to study full-time with Ivor James at the Royal College of Music.[1] She later studied at times under Gaspar Cassadó, Enrico Mainardi, Pablo Casals, Guilhermina Suggia and Pierre Fournier.

She died unmarried in 1999, peacefully in a hospital at the age of 73. The Times reported that “she never became complacent. She sought out the best teachers in Europe and willingly experimented with many techniques, including practising naked in front of the mirror.”

Her half-brother Ian Fleming, in one of his James Bond short stories “The Living Daylights“, has Bond musing about a cellist he observes from his sniper’s position: “There was something almost indecent in the idea of that bulbous, ungainly instrument between her splayed thighs. Of course Suggia had managed to look elegant, and so did that girl Amaryllis somebody. But they should invent a way for women to play the damned thing side-saddle.”

In March 2009 the concert hall of the Royal College of Music, following refurbishment, was renamed the “Amaryllis Fleming Concert Hall” in her honour.[7]

Sir Caspar John, the first aviator to command the Royal Navy, died today in a Cornwall hospital at the age of 81, his family said. The admiral was largely responsible for developing Britain’s naval air fleet in World War II.

The family did not give the cause of death.

Son of the artist Augustus John, Caspar John was 13 years old when he joined the navy in 1916. He went on to qualify as a pilot and learned deck- landing skills on the aircraft carrier Hermes in the early 1920’s.

His coolness as a young pilot was demonstrated when he was flying over China and the tail of his aircraft broke. Instead of bailing out, he landed the plane so the cause of the break could be investigated.

In 1941 he was promoted to be the navy’s chief representative for aircraft development and production. He became First Sea Lord, or commander of the navy, in 1960. He retired in 1963.

From 1964 to 1971, he served on a commission investigating breaches of security in the public service.

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

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octopussy_and_The_Living_Daylights#”The_Living_Daylights”

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Naval_College,_Osborne#Naval_College

Six ships and a shore establishment of the Royal Navy have borne the name HMS Britannia, after Britannia, the goddess and personification of Great Britain:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Naval_College,_Osborne#Naval_College

 

Octopussy and The Living Daylights (sometimes published as Octopussy) is the fourteenth and final James Bond book written by Ian Fleming in the Bond series. The book is a collection of short stories published posthumously in the United Kingdom by Jonathan Cape on 23 June 1966.

The book originally contained just two stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights“, with subsequent editions also carrying firstly “The Property of a Lady” and then “007 in New York“. The stories were first published in different publications, with “Octopussy” first serialised in the Daily Express in October 1965. “The Living Daylights” had first appeared in The Sunday Times on 4 February 1962; “The Property of a Lady” was published in November 1963 in a Sotheby’s publication, The Ivory Hammer, whilst “007 in New York” first appeared in the New York Herald Tribune in October 1963.

The two original stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights”, were both adapted for publication in comic strip format in the Daily Express in 1966–1967. Elements from the stories have also been used in the Eon Productions Bond films. The first, Octopussy, starring Roger Moore as James Bond, was released in 1983 as the thirteenth film in the series and provided the back story for the film Octopussy’s family, while “The Property of a Lady” was more closely adapted for an auction sequence in the film. The Living Daylights, released in 1987, was the fifteenth Bond film produced by Eon and starred Timothy Dalton in his first appearance as Bond. “007 in New York”, meanwhile, provided character and plot elements for the first two films starring Daniel Craig as Bond, Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace.

Plots[edit]

“Octopussy” [edit]

Secret Service operative James Bond, code name 007, is assigned to apprehend a hero of the Second World War implicated in a murder involving a cache of Nazi gold. Bond appears only briefly in this story, which is told mostly in flashback from the perspective of Major Dexter Smythe, the man Bond has been sent to bring in. Smythe remained in Europe after the war, found the gold with the help of a mountain guide, and killed him in order to keep it for himself. Bond was put on the case after the guide’s body fell out of a glacier and he recognized the man as a ski instructor and father figure from his youth. Smythe is now a melancholy alcoholic living alone on the beach, interacting mainly with the residents of its coral reef – including the titular Octopussy, a beloved ‘pet’ octopus that Smythe feeds and talks to.

Bond chooses not to take Smythe into custody immediately, but leaves him to contemplate his options – suicide or a court martial. As Smythe hunts for scorpion fish to feed Octopussy, he suffers a sting which triggers a fatal heart attack, during which Octopussy pulls him under. Deciding to spare Smythe’s reputation, Bond classifies the death as an accidental drowning.

“The Living Daylights” [edit]

An unusually morose James Bond is assigned sniper duty to help British agent 272 escape from East Berlin. Bond’s duty is to safeguard his crossing into West Berlin by eliminating a top KGB assassin codenamed “Trigger” who has been dispatched to kill him. Bond takes up a position on the western edge of the border, in a hotel overlooking the no man’s land of broken, brightly lit ground that 272 will have to cross. On each of three nights, he sees a female orchestra arrive for rehearsal and leave, taking particular notice of a beautiful blonde cellist. Once 272 starts to cross the border, Bond sees Trigger get in position to kill him and realizes that it is the cellist. He adjusts his aim at the last moment and shoots her rifle instead of killing her, allowing 272 to reach safety.

Afterward, Bond admits to his spotter that he did not try for a kill shot only because Trigger had been a woman. He muses that even though 272 is safe, the mission will be considered a failure because he did not kill Trigger, and he hopes that M will fire him for it.

“The Property of a Lady” [edit]

The Secret Service learns that Maria Freudenstein, an employee known to be a double agent working for the Soviet Union, has just received a valuable item of jewelry crafted by Peter Carl Fabergé and is planning to auction it at Sotheby’s. Bond suspects that the Resident Director of the KGB in London will attend the auction and underbid for the item, in order to drive the price up to the value needed to pay Maria for her services. Bond attends the auction, spots the man, and leaves to make arrangements for his expulsion from London as persona non grata.

“007 in New York” [edit]

A brief tale in which Bond muses about New York City and his favourite recipe for scrambled eggs, during a quick mission to the titular city to warn a female MI6 employee that her new boyfriend is a KGB agent. It is notable for including a rare humorous conclusion and for its mention of Solange, a young lady of Bond’s intimate acquaintance who works in a shop, Abercrombie’s, “appropriately employed in their Indoor Games Department”.

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My Kinship With Liz, The Gettys, Ian Fleming

I am now going to concentrate on promoting myself in a professional manner. I taught my famous sister how to paint. She married into the famous Benton family of artists. I am kin to Augustus John.

John Presco

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/04/26/my-kindred-liz-taylor-and-ian-fleming/

FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895

Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
ii.JOHN TAYLOR.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2012/feb/03/elizabeth-taylor-art-collection-auction

An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.

Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.

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About Poppet John

Elizabeth Anne (“Poppet”) John: born Alderney, Dorset 9 March 1912; married 1930 Derek Jackson (marriage dissolved 1935), 1942 Villiers Bergne (marriage dissolved 1945), 1952 Willem Pol (died 1988; one stepdaughter); died London 22 October 1997.

Poppet always seemed faintly glamorous to the younger members of the John family; she was the aunt who lived in the South of France, mixed with grand people and loved a cocktail party. She had an exotically named stepdaughter, Talitha, and a charming husband, a Dutch painter who was always known by his surname, Pol. At their best they were a delightful, animated couple, who none the less suffered devastating turns of fate.

Capturing Beauty – The Sea Lord

With Great Britain leading a united force against Putin. I can come to the end of our amazing story, that Rena did not know about. She is the Muse of the Ages.

Caspar John is in my rosy family tree. He was a Sea Lord, and half-brother of Poppet Pol (John) There is no doubt that Rena’s late husband, Commander Sir Ian Easton, and John, knew each other. Tabitha Getty is Caspar’s second-niece. She was a Bohemian fashion model, and step-mother of John Paul, who was abducted. John is the subject of a movie and television series titled ‘Trust’. Why are these knighted men marrying beautiful American women? May I dare wonder?

Rena was the muse of my late, Christine Rosamond, and I. This is the love story of our time. The children born at the end of the World War were given a special mission. Rena and I were destined to meet – and part – so our spirits can rescue Britain from her enemies. Britannia rules the waves! Like Phoenix Birds…………..We will rise from the ashes?

“We now come to the History of Jon.
Jon, Jôn, Jhon, Jan, are all the same name, though the pronunciation varies, as the seamen like to shorten everything to be able to make it easier to call. Jon—that is, “Given”—was a sea-king, born at Alberga.”

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King Henry the second claims he descends from Trojans. I have compared Rena to Helen of Troy – and the goddess, Britannia! I began a painting of her as Fair Rosamond, who captured Henry’s heart. This King of England placed her in a Labyrinth. I can not yet reveal what the movie ‘The Shape of Water’ revealed to me. It has much to do with Pharamond, the King of Franks.

I am going to contact Boyle and send him a movie script ‘Capturing Beauty’. If he won’t produce it, I will send it to de Toro.

Everyone wants to overlook the truth that I rescued Rena in the City of Venice, by the sea. At the premiure of OUR MOVIE, we will unite. When she comes down the isle, the audience will stand as one, and sing: for the world is saved by many means, but, it is the love the artist has for his muse, that forever gets our special attention. This is what we come back for, again, and again.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Copyright 2017

 

In the medieval romances, the lance with which Saint George slew the dragon was called Ascalon after the Levantine city of Ashkelon, today in Israel. The name Ascalon was used by Winston Churchill for his personal aircraft during World War II, according to records at Bletchley Park.[citation needed] In Sweden, the princess rescued by Saint George is held to represent the kingdom of Sweden, while the dragon represents an invading army.[citation needed] Several sculptures of Saint George battling the dragon can be found in Stockholm, the earliest inside Storkyrkan (“The Great Church”) in the Old Town. Iconography of the horseman with spear overcoming evil was widespread throughout the Christian period.[33]

 

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Talitha Getty (18 October 1940 – 14 July 1971) was an actress and model of Dutch extraction, born in the former Dutch East Indies, who was regarded as a style icon of the late 1960s. She lived much of her adult life in Britain and, in her final years, was closely associated with the Moroccan city of Marrakesh. Her husband was the oil heir and subsequent philanthropist John Paul Getty, Jr. 

Talitha Getty, 1970
In 1968, Talitha gave birth to her son, whom she named Tara Gabriel Gramophone Galaxy Getty (not surprisingly, as a grown-up, Tara would remove ‘Gramophone Galaxy’ from his name). Although the baby temporarily brought a little bit of stability into their hectic lifestyles, they still struggled to control their drug addictions. Their relationship started deteriorating , too. In 1971 Paul had an affair, and Talitha left their Rome apartament and went to London. In London she started her own affair – with a shady French aristocrat Count Jean De Breteuil. De Breteuil stayed at Keith Richards’ house in Chayne Walk and was a self-proclaimed ‘drug dealer to rock stars’. After some time, Talitha decided to go back to Rome to fix her marriage (around the same time, Count De Breteuil went to Paris with Marianne Faithful, where he sold a lethal dose of heroin to Jim Morrison). On 14 July 1971, Talitha died in Rome of heroin overdose. The exact circumstances of her death are unknown. She was taken to a private clinic, where initial verdict was ‘death from a barbiturate overdose’. It wasn’t until six months later, when it was reaveled that the drug in question was heroin (Count De Breteuil’s stuff, most likely).
Guilt stricken Paul Getty, thinking in paranoid state, that he might be arrested in connection with Talitha’s death, fled Rome and came to London. Several dark years followed. He never completely recovered from Talitha’s death and he succumbed deeper into his heroin addiction. In 1973, another tragedy happened.  Paul’s son from his first marriage – 17 year-old John Paul Getty III  was kidnapped in Calabria. Kidnappers demanded $17 million ransom. Because Paul’s trust fund was not enough to cover such sum, he turned to help to his father, J.P. Getty Sr., who refused saying: I have fourteen other grandchildren. If I pay a penny now, I will have fourteen kidnapped grandchildren. But when kidnappers cut off young Paul’s ear, and posted it to an Italian newspaper, He agreed to lend Paul II money with a 4% interest. Paul III was eventually freed (just like his father, he was a drug addict. In 1981 he took an overdose, which resulted in stroke, which left him paralysed from a neck down and nearly blind at the age of 25. He died in 2008).
Paul Getty II started overcoming his addiction in early 1980’s, thanks to a lenghty and expensive (£500 per day for approximately 500 days) period in London Clinic. After inheriting his father’s money in 1976, he started making a slow transformation from a drug addicted jet-setter to a prolific philantropist. He shared his $3 billion fortune with poor and needy. His donations included £50 million to National Gallery, £20 million to British Film Institute and £5 million to St. Paul’s Cathedral. He purchase Canova’s Three Graces for National Galleries of Scotland for £1 million. During miners’ strike in 1984 (even though he was a lifelong Conservative supporter) he was helping financially miners’ families. He set up Paul Getty Jr. Charitable Trust which he claimed supported ‘unpopular’ causes – rehabilitation for young offenders, assistance to victims of domestic abuse, preserving dilapidated buildings, etc. Countless little businesses around the country benefited from Getty’s generosity. For his charitable work, he had been rewarded KBE (Knight Commander of the British Empire) in 1987, although he could not use a title ‘Sir’ because of his American citizenship  – which he eventually renounced when he was granted British citizenship in 1997.
Paul Getty Jr. died in 2003, aged 70 – a respactable, slightly eccentric English gentleman,a philantropist, friend of many Conservative politicians – a very far journey from young American Playboy of 1960’s, who, along with his’ beautiful and damned’ wife, led a life of pleasures. And tragedies.

Talitha Dina Pol was born in Java, then part of the Dutch East Indies (now Indonesia), daughter of the artists Willem Jilts Pol (nl) (1905–88) and Arnoldine Adriana “Adine” Mees (1908–1948).[1]

Her father subsequently married Poppet John (1912–97), daughter of the painter Augustus John (1878–1961), a pivotal figure in the world of Bohemian culture and fashion. She was thus the step-granddaughter of both Augustus John and his muse and second wife, Dorothy “Dorelia” McNeil (1881–1969), who was a fashion icon in the early years of the 20th century. By Ian Fleming‘s widowed mother, Evelyn Ste Croix Fleming née Rose, Augustus John had a daughter and Talitha’s aunt, Amaryllis Fleming (1925–1999), who became a noted cellist.

Pol spent her early years, during the Second World War, with her mother in a Japanese prison camp. Her father was interned in a separate camp and her parents went their own ways after the war, Pol moving to Britain with her mother, who died in 1948 in The Hague.[2]

Pol studied at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA) in London. Writer and journalist Jonathan Meades, who was at RADA several years later, recalled that, after first coming to London in 1964, he saw Pol with her stepmother at Seal House, Holland Park (home of Poppet John’s sister, Vivien). Meades thought her “the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen … I gaped, unable to dissemble my amazement”.[3] In 1988, a former Labour Member of the British Parliament Woodrow, Lord Wyatt recalled, with reference to the “success with women” of Anthony, Lord Lambton, former Conservative Government Minister, that

…there was that Talitha Pol who was very pretty and had a little starlet job in Yugoslavia; and he went and stayed at the hotel and sent her huge bunches of flowers about every two hours and showered her with presents.[4]

Another to come under Pol’s spell was the dancer Rudolf Nureyev, who first met her at a party in 1965. According to Nureyev’s biographer, Julie Kavanagh, the two were in thrall to each other, to the extent that Nureyev “had never felt so erotically stirred by a woman” and told several friends that he wished to marry Pol.[5] In the event, Nureyev was unable to attend a dinner party given by Claus von Bülow, at which he and Pol were to have been seated next to each other, and so von Bülow invited instead John Paul Getty, son of his employer, the oil tycoon Paul Getty. Pol and Getty Jr forged a relationship that led to their marriage in 1966.

Marriage to John Paul Getty[edit]

Pol became the second wife of John Paul Getty, Jr. on 10 December 1966. She was married in a white miniskirt, trimmed with mink.[6] The Gettys became part of Swinging London‘s fashionable scene, becoming friends with, among others, singers Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones and his girl-friend Marianne Faithfull. Faithfull has recounted her apprehension, through “ingrained agoraphobia“, about an invitation to spend five weeks with the Gettys in Morocco (“but for Mick this is an essential part of his life”) and how, after splitting from Jagger, she took up with Talitha Getty’s lover, Count Jean de Breteuil, a young French aristocrat (1949–1971). Breteuil supplied drugs to musicians such as Jim Morrison of The Doors, Keith Richards, and Marianne Faithfull, who wrote that Breteuil “saw himself as dealer to the stars”[7][8][9] and has claimed that he delivered the drugs that accidentally killed Morrison[10] less than two weeks before Talitha’s own death in 1971. For his part, Richards recalled that John Paul and Talitha Getty “had the best and finest opium“.[11]

Print designer Celia Birtwell, who married designer Ossie Clark, recalled Talitha Getty as one of a number of “beautiful people” who crossed her threshold in the late 1960s, while couturier Yves Saint Laurent likened the Gettys to the title of a 1922 novel by F Scott Fitzgerald as “beautiful and damned”.[12] Among other glamorous figures of the Sixties, the fashion designer Michael Rainey, who founded the Hung on You boutique in Chelsea, and his wife Jane Ormsby-Gore, daughter of British ambassador David Ormsby-Gore to the United States during the Kennedy era, “hung out” with the Gettys in Marrakesh between their moving from Gozo to the Welsh Marches.[13]

John Paul Getty, who has been described as “a swinging playboy who drove fast cars, drank heavily, experimented with drugs and squired raunchy starlets”,[14] eschewed the family business, Getty Oil, during this period, much to the chagrin of his father. However, in later years, he became a philanthropist and, as a U.S. citizen, received an honorary British knighthood in 1986. His luxury yacht, built in 1927 and renovated in 1994, was the MY Talitha G.

In July 1968, the Gettys had a son, Tara Gabriel Gramophone Galaxy,[15] who became a noted ecological conservationist in Africa, dropped his third and fourth forenames, and took Irish citizenship in 1999. He and his wife Jessica (a chalet maid he met in Verbier) had three children, including a daughter named Talitha.[16]

Marrakesh photo[edit]

Talitha Getty is probably best remembered for an iconic photograph taken on a roof-top in Marrakesh, Morocco in January 1969 by Patrick Lichfield.[17] With her hooded husband in the background, this image, part of the collection of the National Portrait Gallery in London, portrayed her in a crouching pose, wearing a multi-coloured kaftan, white harem pants and white and cream boots.

The look seemed stylishly to typify the hippie fashion of the time and became a model over the years for what, more recently, has been referred to variously as “hippie chic“, “boho-chic” and “Talitha Getty chic”.[18]

Film career[edit]

As an actress, Pol appeared in several films, including Village of Daughters (1962) (as a daughter, Gioia Spartaco); an Edgar Wallace mystery, We Shall See (1964) (as Jirina); The System (1964) (as Helga); Return from the Ashes (1965) (as Claudine, alongside Maximilian Schell, Ingrid Thulin and Samantha Eggar); and Barbarella (1968), a sexually charged science-fiction fantasy starring Jane Fonda, in which she had the minor uncredited role of a girl smoking a pipe.

Death[edit]

Talitha Getty is rumored to have died of a heroin overdose in Rome, Italy on 14 July 1971; however, her death certificate listed the cause as cardiac arrest, and high levels of alcohol and barbiturates were found in her blood (source: source: 1930-, Pearson, John, (1995). Painfully rich : the outrageous fortune and misfortunes of the heirs of J. Paul Getty (1st ed ed.). New York: St. Martin’s Press. ISBN 0312135793). Ostensibly, she was in Rome to patch up her marriage.[16] She died within the same twelve-month period as Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Edie Sedgwick and, as noted, Jim Morrison, other cultural icons of the 1960s. Her friend Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones, with whom she had spent time in Marrakesh, had predeceased Hendrix by a little over a year. [19]

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Admiral of the Fleet Sir Caspar John GCB (22 March 1903 – 11 July 1984) was a senior Royal Navy officer who served as First Sea Lord from 1960 to 1963. He was a pioneer in the Fleet Air Arm and fought in the Second World War in a cruiser taking part in the Atlantic convoys, participating in the Norwegian campaign and transporting arms around the Cape of Good Hope to Egypt for use in the western desert campaign. His war service continued as Director-General of Naval Aircraft Production, as naval air attaché at the British embassy in Washington D.C. and then as Commanding Officer of two aircraft carriers. He went on to serve as First Sea Lord and Chief of the Naval Staff in the early 1960s. In that capacity he was primarily concerned with plans for the building of the new CVA-01 aircraft-carriers.

Born the second of the five sons of the artist Augustus John (1878–1961) and his first wife, Ida John (née Nettleship),[1] John was raised with his siblings in an undisciplined manner, frequently dressing as ragamuffins, to such an extent that his maternal grandmother attempted to secure and raise them herself.[2] At the age of nine, he went with his brothers to Dane Court preparatory school in Parkstone, Dorset.[3] There he won the prize for the best gentleman in the school and a copy of Jane’s Fighting Ships, and it was this, together with a wish to seek a more orderly existence, that inspired him to join the Royal Navy.[1] His father strenuously objected, but his stepmother help persuade him to support his son.[4] In 1916 he entered the Royal Naval College, Osborne on the Isle of Wight, at the age of thirteen.[5] He transferred to the Royal Naval College, Dartmouth in 1917 and passed out eighty-third of a hundred in 1920.[6] John is remembered at Dartmouth by the naming of the college’s theatre and lecture hall, the Caspar John Hall.[7]

Early years in the Royal Navy[edit]

Promoted to midshipman on 15 January 1921, John was posted to battleship HMS Centurion in the Mediterranean Fleet in February 1921 and then to the flagship of that fleet, HMS Iron Duke, in April 1922.[8] He transferred to the destroyer HMS Spear in August 1922 and took part in operations during the Chanak Crisis later that year.[8] He was promoted to sub-lieutenant on 30 January 1924.[9] It was at this time that the future of naval aviation was being debated; the issue caught his imagination and during his qualifying exams at the RAF Flying Training School at Netheravon in 1925 (he gained first class certificates in gunnery and torpedo), he applied to train as a pilot in the Fleet Air Arm, then under the dual administration of the navy and Royal Air Force.[8] Promoted to lieutenant on 30 August 1925, he gained his ‘wings’ in 1926 and from then on committed himself to the Fleet Air Arm,[8] being attached to the Royal Air Force for a period of four years as a flying officer.[10] In April 1926 he was posted to RAF Leuchars in Scotland.[8]

An Avro Avian, the aircraft type in which John took part in three King’s Cup Races

In December 1926, John joined the aircraft carrier HMS Hermes for flying duties on the China station during the conflict between the communists and Chiang Kai-shek‘s nationalist armies.[6] On returning from China he bought his own aeroplane, an open cockpit Avro Avian and took part in three Royal Aero Club King’s Cup Races.[8] He was posted to the aircraft carrier HMS Furious in the Atlantic Fleet in April 1930, the battleship HMS Malaya in the Atlantic Fleet in January 1931 and then the cruiser HMS Exeter in the Home Fleet in December 1931.[8]

Promoted to lieutenant commander on 30 August 1933,[11] John joined the battlecruiser HMS Renown in October 1933 and transferred to the aircraft carrier HMS Courageous as Staff Officer (Operations) for the Home Fleet in August 1934.[8] During the Second Italo-Abyssinian War, he spent much of 1936 based in the western desert outside Alexandria.[6] Promoted to commander on 31 December 1936,[12] he was appointed to the Admiralty’s naval air division, where he was involved in discussions about the transfer of the Fleet Air Arm to the sole control of the Navy.[8] He was posted to the cruiser HMS York on the America and West Indies Station as Second-in-Command in June 1939.[13]

John served in the Second World War initially with HMS York, taking part in the Atlantic convoys, participating in the Norwegian campaign and transporting arms around the Cape of Good Hope to Egypt for use in the western desert campaign.[13] He was mentioned in despatches on 11 March 1941.[14] Promoted to captain on 30 June 1941, he became Director-General of Naval Aircraft Production at the Ministry of Aircraft Production in summer 1941 and then naval air attaché at the British embassy in Washington D.C. from March 1943.[13] There he arranged the training of British pilots in Canada and the USA and met the Russian aircraft designer Igor Sikorsky, with whom he discussed the introduction of helicopters for the Royal Navy after the War.[6] He was given command of the aircraft-carrier HMS Pretoria Castle in August 1944 and of the brand-new light carrier HMS Ocean in June 1945.[13]

The aircraft-carrier HMS Pretoria Castle which John commanded towards the end of the Second World War

Post-war career[edit]

After attending the Imperial Defence College in 1947, John was given command of the Royal Naval Air Station Lossiemouth in January 1948.[13] He then returned to the Admiralty, first as Deputy Chief of Naval Air Equipment and then as Director of Air Organization and Training.[13] He was appointed a Naval Aide-de-Camp to the King on 7 July 1950[15] and promoted to rear admiral on 8 January 1951[16] on appointment as Commander of the Third Aircraft Carrier Squadron, later renamed the Heavy Squadron, Home Fleet.[13] Appointed a Companion of the Order of the Bath in the 1952 Birthday Honours,[17] he was posted to the Ministry of Supply as Deputy Controller of Aircraft that year and, having been promoted to vice admiral on 30 March 1954,[18] he became Flag Officer (Air) Home at Lee-on-Solent in June 1955.[13] He was advanced to Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath in the 1956 Birthday Honours,[19] promoted to full admiral on 10 January 1957, and became Vice Chief of the Naval Staff in May 1957.[13]

John became First Sea Lord and Chief of the Naval Staff in May 1960.[20] He was advanced to Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath in the 1960 Birthday Honours.[21] As First Sea Lord he was primarily concerned with plans for the building of the CVA-01 aircraft-carriers (which were eventually cancelled in 1966).[20] He was promoted to Admiral of the Fleet on 23 May 1962[22] and retired in August 1963.[20]

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Easton joined the Royal Navy in 1931 and qualified as a pilot at the start of World War II in which he saw active service on aircraft carriers.[1] On 4 January 1941, flying a Fairey Fulmar of 803 Squadron from HMS Formidable during a raid on Dakar he force landed, with his aircrewman Naval Airman James Burkey and was taken prisoner and held by the Vichy French at a camp near Timbuktu until released in November 1942.[2] He was appointed Assistant Director of the Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1960 and was seconded to the Royal Australian Navy as Captain of HMAS Watson in 1962.[1] He went on to be Naval Assistant to the Naval Member of the Templer Committee on Rationalisation of Air Power in 1965, Director of Naval Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1966 and Captain of the aircraft carrier HMS Triumph in 1968.[1] After that he was made Assistant Chief of Naval Staff (Policy) in 1969, Flag Officer for the Admiralty Interview Board in 1971 and Head of British Defence Staff and Senior Defence Attaché in Washington, D.C. in 1973.[1] He last posting was as Commandant of the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1976: he commissioned armourial bearings for the College which were presented during a visit by the Queen in November 1977.[3] He retired in 1978.[1

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About Poppet John

Elizabeth Anne (“Poppet”) John: born Alderney, Dorset 9 March 1912; married 1930 Derek Jackson (marriage dissolved 1935), 1942 Villiers Bergne (marriage dissolved 1945), 1952 Willem Pol (died 1988; one stepdaughter); died London 22 October 1997.

Poppet always seemed faintly glamorous to the younger members of the John family; she was the aunt who lived in the South of France, mixed with grand people and loved a cocktail party. She had an exotically named stepdaughter, Talitha, and a charming husband, a Dutch painter who was always known by his surname, Pol. At their best they were a delightful, animated couple, who none the less suffered devastating turns of fate.

John and -The Gypsy Lore Society

Lyric Fantasy circa 1913-4 Augustus John OM 1878-1961 Bequeathed by Mrs Reine Pitman 1972 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T01540

Lyric Fantasy circa 1913-4 Augustus John OM 1878-1961 Bequeathed by Mrs Reine Pitman 1972 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T01540

 

Yesterday I discovered Augustus John was the inspiration for ‘The Horse’s Mouth’ which was Bill Arnold’s favorite movie. Bill was the love of Christine Rosamond Benton’s life, and it was her desire to marry him one day. Then he was killed by a train the night of my eighteenth birthday. Exactly how and why this gifted artist and writer left the planet, remains a mystery, as does Christine’s death. What we know for certain, is Bill, Christine, and myself, were gifted artists. When my sister took up art, I was her role model. She wanted us to paint together, and be famous together.

He is said to have been the model for the bohemian painter depicted in Joyce Cary‘s novel The Horse’s Mouth, which was later made into a 1958 film of the same name with Alec Guinness in the lead role.

Do you recall this video where Michael and I talk about the Horse’s Mouth connection?

What’s going on? Are we back on the trail?

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In the mural ‘Lyric Fantasy’ John’s employs members of his family, including a muse or two. Dorothy McNeill may be the center of attention. Here is Rena as Eurydice. Why is she half naked before the beautiful man playing the lyre?

I heard from no member of my family yesterday. For some reason, they all thought they were Art Experts, and when I disagreed, they fought me. My muses fought me! As a Art Historian, there is nothing I can do – but put them in my Literary Mural – just to render them stationary and well-behaved! I am not going to live forever and am compelled to leave behind a enduring legacy. Nothing has been easy. John managed to do it all. He got his muse and wife in bed with him, and, other women. He sired a hundred children between rendering masterpieces. John was surrounded by people. Like Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and her good friend, Baron Rosenberg Rede, Augustus let everyone play. For him art was a group endeavor. The Gypsy Life is about adults playing and dancing together. Hippies did associate with his work.

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John was known as a colourful personality who adopted an individualistic and bohemian lifestyle. Intrigued by gypsy culture and the Romany language, he spent periods traveling with gypsy caravans over Wales, Ireland, and Dorset. He based much of his work on these experiences, such as the painting Encampment on Dartmoor (1906). John was more modern in his approach to landscape painting, as seen in the bright palette and loose brushwork of paintings such as Llyn Trewereyn (1911–12) and The Little Railway, Martigues (1928).

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After World War I, John’s creative vitality declined even as his reputation continued to grow. He painted portraits of many of the leading European personalities—politicians, society ladies, and literary figures—in a slick and somewhat superficial style, occasionally recapturing his former boldness and integrity of form. His most significant portraits include those of novelist James Joyce, playwright George Bernard Shaw, cellist Guilhermina Suggia, and poets Dylan Thomas and William Butler Yeats. John’s sister, Gwen John, was also a highly regarded artist who worked with the painter James McNeill Whistler and the sculptor Auguste Rodin.

This is one of four murals commissioned in 1909 to decorate the hall of the house in Chelsea of Hugh Lane, a private dealer in old master paintings. John designed the composition using his own family and friends as models, including at the right his wife Ida, who had recently died. It was painted from a full size drawing. John then painted out a figure at the centre, and suggested alterations to compensate. Hugh Lane died in 1915, and his paintings were never finished.
Lyric Fantasy was not displayed, nor given its title, until 1940. John devoted his early career to these decorative murals, which he based on drawings and colour sketches.

During her years in Paris she met many of the leading artistic personalities of her time, including Matisse, Picasso, Brâncuși, and Rainer Maria Rilke,[20] but the new developments in the art of her time had little effect on her, and she worked in solitude.[21] In 1910 she found living quarters in Meudon, a suburb of Paris where she would remain for the rest of her life. As her affair with Rodin drew to a close, Gwen John sought comfort in Catholicism, and around 1913 she was received into the Church.[22] Her notebooks of the period include meditations and prayers; she wrote of her desire to be “God’s little artist”[23] and to “become a saint.”[22] In an often-quoted letter of ca. 1912, she wrote: “As to whether I have anything worth expressing that is apart from the question. I may never have anything to express, except this desire for a more interior life”.[24]

 

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In 1972 Redé had his portrait painted by the fashionable painter Anthony Christian. In 1975 the Hôtel Lambert was purchased by Baron Guy de Rothschild, whose wife, Marie-Hélène de Rothschild was a close friend of Redé, who inherited her beloved dachshund “Whiskey”; the Rothschilds henceforth used it as their Paris residence.

The Gypsy Lore Society was founded in Great Britain in 1888 to unite persons interested in the history and lore of Gypsies and rovers and to establish closer contacts among scholars studying aspects of such cultures. David MacRitchie was one of its founders and he worked with Francis Hindes Groome until 1892 to produce its quarterly journal. From 1892, the organisation was dormant until its revival in 1907, when MacRitchie became its president.

Another early member of the society was Sir Richard Burton, who wrote from Trieste in 1888:

We [The Gypsy Lore Society] must advance slowly and depend for success upon our work pleasing the public. Of course, all of us must do our best to secure new members, and by

The Two Jamaican Girls (ca. 1937)

Augustus John poses for the American press on board a ship.

Early in 1900, he married his first wife, Ida Nettleship (1877–1907); the couple had five children. After her death in 1907, his mistress Dorothy “Dorelia” McNeill, a Bohemian style icon, became his partner and later became his second wife, with whom he had two children. One of his sons (by his first wife) was the prominent British Admiral and First Sea Lord Sir Caspar John. His daughter Vivien John (1915–1994) was a notable painter.[24]

By Ian Fleming‘s widowed mother, Evelyn Ste Croix Fleming née Rose, he had a daughter, Amaryllis Fleming (1925–1999), who became a noted cellist. Another of his sons, by Mavis de Vere Cole, is the television director Tristan de Vere Cole noted for his contributions to TV series from the Sixties to the Eighties. His son Romilly (1906–1986) was in the RAF, briefly a civil servant, then a poet, author and an amateur physicist. Poppet (1912–1997), John’s daughter by his second wife, married the Dutch painter Willem Jilts Pol (1905–1988) whose daughter Talitha (1940–1971), a fashion icon of 1960s London, married John Paul Getty, was famously photographed in Marrakesh by Patrick Lichfield, and, after a brief hedonistic life, died of a drug overdose. His daughter Gwyneth Johnstone (1915–2010), by musician Nora Brownsword, was an artist.[25]

Augustus John’s promiscuity gave rise to rumours that he had fathered as many as 100 children over the course of his life.[26

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Christmas I hope that we shall find ourselves on the right road. Mr. Pincherle writes to me hopefully about his practical studies of Gypsy life in Trieste. As regards Orientalism in England generally I simply despair of it. Every year the study is more wanted and we do less. It is the same with anthropology, so cultivated in France, so stolidly neglected in England. I am perfectly ashamed of our wretched “Institution” in Hanover Square when compared with the palace in Paris. However, this must come to an end some day.[page needed]

backtop8 backtop10 backtop14 backtop25Since 1989 it has been headquartered in the United States. Its goals include promotion of the study of Roma, Gypsies and Travelers. Gypsy Lore Society publications include journal ROMANI STUDIES continuing Journal of the Gypsy Lore Society and Newsletter of the Gypsy Lore Society. The biannual journal, Romani Studies, concerned with disseminating accurate information aimed at increasing understanding of these cultures in their diverse forms. The Journal of the Gypsy Lore Society appeared in four series, starting in July 1888. The Society’s archives are held at the University of Liverpool.

Among the Gypsy and Traveler cultures represented include those traditionally known as Roma, Sinti, Calé, Romnichels, Ludar, Irish Travellers, Scottish Travellers and others.

The Society also sponsors programs and conferences. The Society has established the Victor Weybright Archives of Gypsy Studies, specializing in recent scholarly work on Gypsy, Traveler and related studies, for the benefit of researchers and students.

Current president of the Gypsy Lore Society is Elena Marushiakova.

Talitha Pol married John Paul Getty, Her father was Willem Jilts Pol, a painter who subsequently married Poppet John daughter of the painter. Tlaitha is related to Peter and Ian Fleming, and my kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, who descends from the Dutch families of Rover and Rosemondt. We are looking at a modern-day Dutch Bohemian Renaissance!

Ian Fleming’s novels generated more money from his books made into movies than Dan Brown, and was a real spy working with real codes.

http://metro.co.uk/2011/04/10/james-bond-author-ian-fleming-most-successful-british-crime-writer-650485/

Note how Garth Benton’s mural blends with Talitha’s shoot at the Getty mansion, where this photo of the world famous artist ‘Rosamond’ was taken.

Talitha was a Libra, a Bohemian Venus and lover to famous Rock Stars. She was a wild Bohemian woman, and is in my Family Tree.

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(c) BRIDGEMAN; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Dorothy (Dorelia) McNeill (19 December 1881- 23 July 1969) was best known as a model for the Welsh artists Gwen John and Augustus John, was the common-law wife of the latter, and has been credited for inspiring “his first unequivocally personal work”.[1] In her time she was regarded by some as an exemplar of bohemian fashion.[2]

Dorothy McNeill was born in Camberwell, the daughter of a clerk and the fourth of seven children.[3] While attending the Westminster School of Art in 1903 she met Gwen John, who in turn introduced her to her brother Augustus. That year Gwen and McNeill traveled together on foot through France, following the Garonne River.[4] During a stay in Toulouse Gwen John painted several oils of McNeill, including Dorelia in a Black Dress,[5] before the two proceeded to Paris, where they briefly shared quarters in 1904.[6] McNeill left for Bruges with a Belgian artist, and was pursued by Augustus, with whom she returned to England. She lived in a ménage à trois with Augustus John and his wife Ida Nettleship, sometimes as part of a Gypsy caravan that would grow to include John’s children by both women.[7] The arrangement lasted until Nettleship’s death in 1907, when McNeill became the principal female figure in the John household.[3][8] Later she had an affair, at Augustus’ encouragement, with the painter Henry Lamb.[3]

McNeill is often described as quiet and enigmatic.[4][9] In Gwen John’s work she appears detached and simply dressed; in Augustus John’s art she at times served more exotic purposes, wearing scarves and long dresses,[10] but was also the subject of domestic scenes, including those which show her with Augustus’ first wife and their children.[9][11] It is said that she “made a significant contribution to the ‘bohemian utopianism’ of the artist’s most intensely creative period, c. 1903-1914.”[9] Eventually she had two sons and two daughters with Augustus. She lived with him until his death in 1961.[3] Her step-granddaughter was the 1960s bohemian fashion icon Talitha Getty.

Known for “a compelling stare when he looked at a woman,” Augustus John’s quest for the next enigmatic face was a compulsion he made no apologies for. It was a congenital weakness. A coquettish voice emanating from a plumply pretty face sustained his imagination at least for the duration of a portrait–as long as the coquettish voice knew to silence itself. He didn’t like talkative women.

Mistresses and wives overlapped in the same household. Sometimes his women shacked up with each other when the mystery had faded for him and a new intimacy had bloomed between them. He needed to consummate every passion for it to be meaningful to his work. To that end he would send his chosen one heartfelt letters, chase her to Paris, beseech and promise until she succumbed. They always succumbed. He was a roguish long-haired six-footer wearing dramatic Victorian coats and sporting an untamed beard.

Before he ever put brush to canvas, his vision often propelled him to style his muses in costumes. He looked to women for clues to the world and his existence in it. But he didn’t care for intellectual women. Although some of the letters written by Ida, his simple, long-suffering first wife, to her friend are the loveliest to read:

“You know I was very near the laudanum bottle–somehow it seemed the next thing. Like when you’re tired, you see an armchair and sit down on it. Now you ‘know all’, I feel a sort of support–it is funny. Others know, but no one has given me the support in the right place as you have. One held up an arm, another a leg, one told me I wasn’t tired and there was nothing the matter…With you I have something to sit on!”

http://jackiemallon.com/2014/07/29/painted-women/

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Frances Taylor and John Presco

Here are my Bohemian People.

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Howard Taylor and I are cousins. He is kin to Ian Fleming, Thomas Pynchon, Christine Rosamond, and the Getty family.

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

Taylor Camp was a small settlement established in the spring of 1969 on the island of Kauai, Hawaii. It covered an area of 7 acres (2.8 ha) and at its peak it had a population of 120.[1] It began with thirteen hippies seeking refuge from the ongoing campus riots and police brutality in the United States.[2] They were arrested for vagrancy but Howard Taylor, brother of movie star Elizabeth, bailed them out of jail and invited them to settle on a beachfront property he owned.[3]

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3180485/Peace-love-paradise-Haunting-photos-glimpse-inside-clothing-optional-commune-started-Elizabeth-Taylor-s-brother-Hawaii-government.html

http://findingutopia.org/taylor-camp-products.html

http://www.slate.com/blogs/behold/2015/08/02/john_wehrheim_s_taylor_camp_a_look_at_an_alternative_community_in_kauai.html

Our Home On Miles

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The Rise, Fall, And Divine Liberation of Ambrose

Ambrose Holthem-Keathly was raised up by the Goddess of Divine Liberty at the God, Guns, and Liberty rally. no sooner did I put on the crown of the Antichrist, did I run headlong into Belle Burch’s half-naked Ex-Lover. With bright, wild eyes, he began to rave and rant – towards me. Did he recognize me? Here’s what I wanted to hear;

I’m sorry I and my friends demonized you, and attacked your Civil Rights, your Freedom of Speech,your Freedom of the Press, and Freedom of Assembly. Making you out to be a sex pervert, was wrong! You are not a sex pervert. This mad us liars. I will never get over it. It was a low-point in my life. As penenence, I dress like a sex pervert and expose my ass-crack in public. Everyone now loves me – thanks to you! You prepared my way!

By the way, you got shitty neighbors. They had not right to treat you that way. I’m tempted to come by and – STREAK THEM!

Here is my Iconic Video. The dudes carrying guns are digging it that Ambrose is doing his thing – that they are there to protect. I get into a moving and enlightening Biblical conversation with a anti-abortion Christian. This is the Eugene I came to know and love!

Why didn’t Belle want to be identified in this blog? Why is that woman hiding her face? Something is up. Most of my life I have loved to dress in cost. If I move to Salem, I will be the Puritan Santa with big buckled hat. Nathanial Hawthorne was born in Salem, in The House of Seven Gables. He wrote about my 8th. grandfather, Reverend John Wilson, in The Scarlet Letter. SLEEP members set out to destroy my literary reputation, that I would own upon arrival. I would be a Historic Person. My reputation, and my person, would be protected. The Witches would love me. I will charge $5 dollars to have my photo be taken with them, then, with the Pilgrims, then with fellow authors!

That Ambrose and I appear in the same image together, is very liberating. Who’s next? Why is Anand Holthem-Keathly lurking in the dark background. His wife took over aspect of the Eugene Celebration. He had grand ambitions for his son, which I believe caused him to have a nervous breakdown. Anand is the head nurse for OCCUPY Medical. Why didn’t Belle tell me about Anand at our meeting. Did he ask her to keep him anonymous? The Gun Man wearing a flag on his face did not want to be interviewed while I and this brave woman had the only sane conversation that day – like the one I had with Belle Burch!

EXTRA! Two hours after I posted the above, I realized Ambrose is the embodiment of Miriam Starfish who goes about with very little clothing. Has he been reading this blog? Belle did agree to model for me, and she said nudity would be fine – but no sex! Did Ambrose know his lover was going to model for me? Here I am having a conversation with a Miriam Christling! Killing people with guns is no longer a interesting thing for James Bond to do. Does it work?

Altering people’s minds by turning them on to alternative forms of consciousness, is the business of priests, prophets, KGB, CIA, and British Intelligence. Ian Fleming, and thus James, would have dropped LSD, and smoked pot. But, nothing is more mind altering then………..”When three or more of you gather in my name!”

Call me……..Freedom!

Here is Ian Fleming’s close kin. Ian grew up with famous Bohemians. My kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, grew up in Augusta John’s house. Her uncle sold his artwork in America. That’s James Joyce next to Johns. It is these two, that James Bond protected, and fought for. Know who your friends are!

EXTRA! EXTRA! I just found a letter Augustus wrote wherein he gives instructions to Liza’s uncle about his artwork! This is monumental! I still want Belle to model for me, because I do not want her to be on the wrong side of this creative planetary alignment. John tore up this sketch of a un-named model. Belle!!!!!

This gives me an idea for a dark cartoon magazine ‘Model Anonymous’.

“She had no problem taking her clothes off, but, she would never reveal her name! What dark secrets was she concealing? Many of London’s artists had become nosy. Those who invented tall tales about her, suddenly packed up – and left town! One Bohemian braggart pranced around London half-naked, crying;

“I am Belle the Mysterious One!”

They found him floating down the Thames.”

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/04/26/my-kindred-liz-taylor-and-ian-fleming/

FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895

Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
ii.JOHN TAYLOR.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2012/feb/03/elizabeth-taylor-art-collection-auction

An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.

Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.

 

John Presco

Copyright 2019

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/08/11/the-royal-drum-circle-2/

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/09/15/return-of-the-scarlet-letter-2/

https://www.klcc.org/post/lack-water-hygiene-can-perpetuate-homelessness

 

 

Miriam’s Wardrobe

 

The Royal Janitor

Serena watched Miriam walk towards her for their meeting. As far as she could tell, all her bodyguard wore was some kind of loin clothe – with sandals! Her long auburn hair covered her breasts.

https://www.fashiongonerogue.com/aurelia-gliwski-cheyene-tillier-daly-castaway-exclusive/

“Please! Be seated. And stop staring down at me as if you are going to put me in a big pot and cook me! You’ve been given a nickname, you know……..Tarzarena! Some whisper this after you pass; “There goes Lady Greystoke” Have you seen a Tarzan movie?”

“No. I’ve only seen two movies, Ben Hur, and, PI.”

“Only two? PI? What is that about?”

“It’s about a Kabbalist mathematical genius who finds another dimension. My parents put it on our video machine every Saturday after firing up the generator. We watched Ben Hur every Easter. I can recite PI backwards. Want to hear?”

“No. Not right now. I am still in a daze. I think I spotted another Leprechaun at the frozen yogurt shop. Are they really National Treasures?”

“Yes! You can go to jail for ten years if you molest one.”

“Are there female Leprechauns?”

“No.”

“Do you mind if I ask why you don’t wear a bra, or, a top of some kind? What is odd, you have never exposed a breast, or two. What is your secret?”

“You won’t freak out if I show you?”

“No! Lay it on me!”

Miriam leans forward in her chair, and tries to pull her hair away from her breast.

“Oh my God – What? What am I seeing! Holy fuck!”

“Isn’t that cool. My hair has a mind of its own and wraps around my breast to hold it firm. All women can do this if they grow their hair, and don’t wear a bra. My tits don’t sag a bit. Too bad you didn’t have the parents I had. We went back to Eden – almost. I own two dozen loincloths, because Jesus wore two styles. They are hung on hangers in my closet. I don’t have a panty and sock drawer. Which one do you like the best?”

“I’ve seen enough! No more. Don’t forget you have an appointment to see The Wizard tomorrow.”

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

https://www.fearof.net/fear-of-witches-or-witchcraft-phobia-wiccaphobia/

The Royal Drum Circle

The Royal Janitor

Chapter Three

When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.

“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”

“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”

“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”

 

The Horses’ Mouth and Newspaper Sanctuary

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If Ali Emami had not reacted to the rumor Ken Kesey Square would be sold to a developer, it would be a done deal. The SLEEPS anarchists would have seized the day.

“Ali Emami, owner of the two buildings that have common walls with the plaza, says that when he heard rumors the public space might be sold and developed into apartments, he came before the Eugene City Council last week to again renew his offer to open up the walls of the buildings and make the space more inviting.I am going to make some proposals for what to do with Ken Kesey Square”

How about a Newspaper Museum and Reader’s Sanctuary?

“Ken Kesey is our George Washington,” said Jennifer Barnes, a self-described modern-day Merry Prankster. “He’s our culture, our history.”

Here is a video about my and Michael’s efforts to save the cottage that Ken lived in while attending the UofO.

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/09/02/the-columbia-street-grail/

Augustus John was the inspiration for the artist Gulley Jimson, in ‘The Horses’ Mouth’. Gulley is in search of the perfect wall for his mural. Joaquin Miller is our Washington. He earned an estimated $3,000 working as a Pony Express rider, and used the money to move to Oregon. With the help of his friend, Senator Joseph Lane, he became editor of the Democratic Register in Eugene. a role he held from March 15 to September 20, 1862. Here is Miller’s daughter.

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/12/06/juanita-miller-the-white-witch/

George Miller platted the City of Florence and Fairmont. He designed a flying machine. Ali Emami’s plan to knock down walls to save the square is right out of ‘The Horses’ Mouth’. This is high drama already in progress! Above is a photo of Augustus John with James Joyce. Get rid of the One Hook Town to hang your hat. We need a Jimson reader, there, confronting passer-byes! We only got one horse on our merry-go-round. Enough! Here’s Miller with George Sterling the co-founder of the Bohemian Club and Carmel. We can reprint old copies of ‘The Augur’.

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http://foundsf.org/index.php?title=JOAQUIN_MILLER

My friends and I in Oakland were doing Miller before we heard of Kesey. You got to get over the idea folks are trying to do Ken – and move on!

The Eugene Augur was a local countercultural underground newspaper published in Eugene, Oregon, United States, from 1969 to 1974. Starting with its first issue dated October 14, 1969, the Augur, produced by a cooperative of left-wing political activists aligned with the antiwar movement, appeared twice a month, offering up a mix of New Left politics and acid rock counterculture to an audience of students, hippies, radicals and disaffected working class youth in the Eugene area. The paper’s coverage ranged from antiwar demonstrations, exposing local narcotics agents, and rock festivals, to the growth of backwoods communes in Southern Oregon and the annual Oregon Renaissance Faire.[1] In August 1972, the paper cut publication to a monthly schedule. Staffers included Peter Jensen and Jim Redden, son of a prominent Oregon politician and later a reporter for the Portland Tribune.[2][3]

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/08/25/kesey-mural-passes-augurs-test/

“I know a chap, a friend of mine, who used to paint girls for magazine covers. The best class of girls, eleven feet high with eyes as big as eggs. Well one morning he put on his best suit, called a taxi and drove to the Tower Bridge, where he tied his legs together, put ten pounds of lead in each pocket, took a pint of poison, cut his throat, shot himself through the head and jumped over the parapet. They saw through this job at once, picked him out, pumped him out, sewed him up, plugged him up, and had him back to work in six weeks.—Gulley Jimson in “The Horse’s Mouth” by Joyce Cary.

“Ali Emami, owner of the two buildings that have common walls with the plaza, says that when he heard rumors the public space might be sold and developed into apartments, he came before the Eugene City Council last week to again renew his offer to open up the walls of the buildings and make the space more inviting.

The square, also known as Broadway Plaza, is home to food carts, public art and periodic gatherings, but it also garners complaints about the unhoused youth and travelers who hang out there. A frequent criticism of the space is the tall brick walls on the south and east sides of the square that close it in.”

I see the whole square famed in durable glass that can be touched and read on the outside. One can read the job listings, or, search the internet. One pays $2.00 dollars admission and gets a paper. Seniors and the physically disabled get in for free. I see a man dressed like Joaquin pointing to his brothers flying machine suspended from the ceiling. Children are allowed to touch the old printing presses.

Jon Presco

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Register-Guard

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=29810727

George J. Buys and A. Eltzroth purchased the paper in December 1869, and six months later bought out Eltzroth.[6] Buys sold the paper eight years later to John R. and Ira Campbell, who would remain owners for 30 years.[6] In 1890, the Eugene Guard became a daily newspaper.[6]

Elizabeth Maude “Lischen” or “Lizzie” Cogswell married George Miller. Lizzie was the foremost literary woman in Oregon. On Feb. 6, 1897, Idaho Cogswell, married Feb. 6, 1897, Ira L. Campbell, who was editor, publisher and co-owner (with his brother John) of the Daily Eugene Guard newspaper. The Campbell Center is named after Ira.

The Wedding of John Cogswell to Mary Frances Gay, was the first recorded in Lane County where I registered my newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press. Idaho Campbell was a charter member of the Fortnightly Club that raised funds for the first Eugene Library.

George Melvin Miller was a frequent visitor to ‘The Hights’ his brothers visionary utopia where gathered famous artists and writers in the hills above my great grandfather’s farm. The Miller brothers promoted Arts and Literature, as well as Civic Celebrations. Joaquin’s contact with the Pre-Raphaelites in England, lent credence to the notion that George and Joaquin were Oregon’s Cultural Shamans, verses, he-men with big saw cutting down trees.

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/12/15/crowdfunding-art-movie/

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/03/20/finding-and-recovering-our-lost-dreams/

George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’. Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House.

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/12/26/john-and-the-gypsy-lore-society/

He is said to have been the model for the bohemian painter depicted in Joyce Cary‘s novel The Horse’s Mouth, which was later made into a 1958 film of the same name with Alec Guinness in the lead role.

John was known as a colourful personality who adopted an individualistic and bohemian lifestyle. Intrigued by gypsy culture and the Romany language, he spent periods traveling with gypsy caravans over Wales, Ireland, and Dorset. He based much of his work on these experiences, such as the painting Encampment on Dartmoor (1906). John was more modern in his approach to landscape painting, as seen in the bright palette and loose brushwork of paintings such as Llyn Trewereyn (1911–12) and The Little Railway, Martigues (1928).

http://eugeneweekly.com/20151105/news-features/one-flew-over-kesey-square

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