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<p> </p>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766282574442161929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-44957546899296395732024-03-11T00:21:00.000-04:002024-03-11T00:21:18.933-04:00The Grogan File: Something is Missing. <p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> When I was a little kid my brother and I and our cousins used to walk about five blocks from my grandparent’s house to a little store on a main avenue in Detroit. We were not allowed to walk on the avenue, so we had to cut through a narrow alleyway to get there. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the back of the store the owner had some toys. More importantly he had this bin of boxes containing individual toy soldiers. These guys. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rVAEtPzqNDkfdZGZi9YeWkbID4-ch8S2aUQNa4gWk73wpA6HLOsElZNjOae_PR31mDsBRkXTbjAs4BRiWvrEtWs0BRsOsBvtg7uWura8b-R_YvKpMOSYNR60ADn8bXQxTvYEmY_n_VTqE8pgeb90yl3stXFVafDYwNWav3oD201MlIGAblr0CWV3Sec/s1600/1_a9b54246bbcd333037fbdbc5a8c06971.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="1600" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rVAEtPzqNDkfdZGZi9YeWkbID4-ch8S2aUQNa4gWk73wpA6HLOsElZNjOae_PR31mDsBRkXTbjAs4BRiWvrEtWs0BRsOsBvtg7uWura8b-R_YvKpMOSYNR60ADn8bXQxTvYEmY_n_VTqE8pgeb90yl3stXFVafDYwNWav3oD201MlIGAblr0CWV3Sec/s320/1_a9b54246bbcd333037fbdbc5a8c06971.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The owner let us dig through the bin to our heart’s content as long as we bought something before, we left. If we didn’t find anything in the bin we would buy baseball cards. I always got crappy ones; you know, some unknown rookie or one of the Mets. But sometimes I found a pirate in the bin.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The anticipation I had walking to that store back then returns every time I receive a notification from Cielodrive of a new document post. Sometimes it’s one of the Mets but sometimes it is a pirate. Thank you, Cielodrive. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This one, I think, is a pirate. This is the file related to Grogan exposing himself to children. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><a href="https://wvw.mansonblog.com/pdf/The_Grogan_File.pdf">The_Grogan_FilePDF Document · 10.3 MB</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What does the official narrative say about </span>this incident<span style="font-family: inherit;">? Well, that narrative would be the book, Helter Skelter and here is what Vincent Bugliosi had to say.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Grogan had been observed exposing himself to several children, ages four to five years. “The kids wanted me to,” he explained to arresting officers, who had caught him in the act. “I violated the law, the thing fell out of my pants and the parents got excited,” he later told a court-appointed psychiatrist. After interviewing Grogan, the psychiatrist ruled against committing him to Camarillo State Hospital, because “the minor is much too aggressive to remain in a setting which does not provide containment facilities.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The court decided otherwise, sending him to Camarillo for a ninety-day observation period. He remained a grand total of two days, then walked away, aided, I would later learn, by one of the girls from the Family. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His escape had occurred on July 19, 1969. He was back at Spahn in time for the Hinman, Tate, and LaBianca murders. He was arrested in the August 16 Spahn raid, but was released two days later, in time to behead Shorty Shea.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">******<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So we had virtually nothing on Clem. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In going through Grogan’s file, I noticed that one of his brothers had made application for the California Highway Patrol; I made note of this, thinking maybe his brother could influence Clem to cooperate with us. DeCarlo had described Grogan in two words: “He’s nuts.” In his police photograph—big, wide grin, chipped front tooth, moronic stare—he did look idiotic. I asked Fowles for copies of the recent psychiatric reports. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Asked, “Why do you hate your father?” Grogan replied, “I’m my father and I don’t hate myself.” He denied the use of drugs. “I have my own bennies, adrenalin. It’s called fear.” He claimed that “love is everything,” but, according to one psychiatrist, “he also revealed that he could not accept the philosophy of interracial brotherhood. Quotes supposedly from the Bible with sexual correlation were given in defense of his attitude.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Other quotes from Clem: “I’m dying a little every day. My ego is dying and knows he’s dying and struggles hard. When you’re free of ego you’re free of everything…Whatever you say is right for yourself…Whoever you think I am, that’s who I am.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The philosophy of Clem? Or Charles Manson? I’d heard the same thoughts, in several instances even identical words, from the girls. If the psychiatrists had examined one of Manson’s followers and, on the basis of such responses, found him insane, what of his leader?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bugliosi, Vincent; Curt Gentry. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders (p. 173-175). W. W. Norton & Company. Kindle Edition.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The records confirm Helter Skelter. Grogan’s brother was indeed trying to get into the California Highway Patrol. The psychiatrists even confirm DeCarlo’s comment. Grogan was considered to be mentally unstable, receiving a diagnosis of schizophrenia. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Grogan, as you know, was never charged with the LaBianca murders even though he was as guilty as Susan Atkins and the exact evidence that convicted Atkins of conspiracy to commit murder and thus murder would have also convicted Grogan. Certainly, this diagnosis could have influenced any DA to hesitate to charge Grogan on LaBianca. Grogan had a defense of insanity or diminished capacity confirmed by state psychiatrists and that just might influence the jury as to all of the defendants and especially Charles Manson, as Bugliosi noted. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There is also something missing in the records that also caught Bugliosi's eye. He noted it: "</span>The philosophy of Clem? Or Charles Manson?". Where is the Charlie Says (to borrow a movie title)? No mention of Manson appears in these records or in Grogan's comments. That's not what Bugliosi wants, or needs.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But something else is missing. Its not that something is missing from he file. The file is complete. But there is </span>definitely<span style="font-family: inherit;"> something missing from Bugliosi’s narrative.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I was in law school long ago, I had a first-year law professor who had been in the real world as a litigator for many years before some health issue forced his retirement. Even though his class had nothing to do with litigation (it was Contract Law), practically every class he would give us a tidbit about being a trial lawyer. He once pointed out that someday many of us would ‘troop into court’ with our witness outlines eager to begin our ‘scintillating cross examination’ of a witness. He then said “Stop! Listen first. What a witness does not say is more important than what they do say. Once you find that ask them ‘why’. Any jackass can answer who, what, when or where but ‘why’ is the tough one to answer and sometimes the answer reveals motivation.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, what is missing? Bugliosi knew precisely who the family member was who helped Grogan escape. We know that because he quotes the same documents we now have more than once. That family member was revealed, right here.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aTH_i3lXfa3Ral9yUSiceGKk2oNPlN5-EmyabeIFATjxypHtZmhp7tr1TrSVKp5x_gfTJeEOBhr0DhqwobojLM34a0J_b4zTmuyjepDTSH6DdyBINhd7A5iiRjZ8unWCruV2gHt2aVqvemKmLidcqnkQUhduENVxIfpwl_jYJzu14DVevJC34Nsg5-A/s1720/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-05%20at%2010.24.09%20PM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1720" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aTH_i3lXfa3Ral9yUSiceGKk2oNPlN5-EmyabeIFATjxypHtZmhp7tr1TrSVKp5x_gfTJeEOBhr0DhqwobojLM34a0J_b4zTmuyjepDTSH6DdyBINhd7A5iiRjZ8unWCruV2gHt2aVqvemKmLidcqnkQUhduENVxIfpwl_jYJzu14DVevJC34Nsg5-A/w400-h266/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-05%20at%2010.24.09%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was Linda Kasabian. She signed as Linda Drouin (her family name). She used Dennis Wilson’s address and listed herself as Grogan’s girlfriend when she visited him on July 19, 1969 about two weeks after she joined the Family. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This too may also have something to do with why Grogan wasn’t charged. In the hands of a </span>competent<span style="font-family: inherit;"> defense attorney this page pokes a hole in one of Bugliosi’s main themes: that Kasabian only went along on two nights of murder because she had a valid driver’s license. You know, the innocent hippy chick theme.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This document suggests, instead, that Kasabian was much closer to the inner circle of the Family pretty quickly after she got to Spahn Ranch and was at least involved in planning and executing Grogan's escape. This made me rethink that courtroom comment "when are you going to tell your part" just a little.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, one could try to argue that the only reason she went to see Grogan is, again, because she was the only one who had a valid driver’s license. I hope Cielodrive will put this issue to rest for me but until he does, I don't think she had one. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZdhDnFs67rpM08ezEJzNUqUMr-M_P7dYMEAgvodqQPTOb9YortJPczFvBAl7xSy0fi0gGAmVmHhuZG-UUHweMRuhQrei-TfGXOcGLjpg3GisPkYhu0oAAwDqXsN0iKLCwRHzbfFUkHt9b-UOvPhbVD2RkJ3JacEzkRn2Gf0vpHSj3rl1zoLvOmOhbb0/s400/Kasabian%20No%20License%20copy%202.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="342" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZdhDnFs67rpM08ezEJzNUqUMr-M_P7dYMEAgvodqQPTOb9YortJPczFvBAl7xSy0fi0gGAmVmHhuZG-UUHweMRuhQrei-TfGXOcGLjpg3GisPkYhu0oAAwDqXsN0iKLCwRHzbfFUkHt9b-UOvPhbVD2RkJ3JacEzkRn2Gf0vpHSj3rl1zoLvOmOhbb0/s320/Kasabian%20No%20License%20copy%202.png" width="274" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is from a New Hampshire newspaper from May 1969. I used it in a post a half dozen years ago. The cite is there. I don't have it anymore. She wasn’t charged with driving without a license: ‘Oh, I must have left it at home’. She was charged with driving without a valid license. She pled guilty. She didn’t say ‘wait, here it is” when she got to court. She paid the fine. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now maybe she fixed that before she cut out to California a few weeks later. But I don't think she did. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Deb reminded me of this. Thanks Deb. Remember that detective named Deemers? Remember his list? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Deb: "</span><span style="font-family: Aptos;">Regarding Kasabian's driver's license, look at Deemer's list. While it is true that not a lot of Family members have driver's licenses there were members with licenses. Kitty Lutesinger, Dianne Lake, Tex, Nancy Pitman, Mark Ross, Claudia Smith aka Linda Baldwin, Leslie Van Houten to name a few of the inter-circle members. </span></p><div style="font-family: Aptos;"><div><br /></div><div>But if you look at Linda Kasabian's entry on Deemer's list, no DL#. </div><div>I figure Deemer's list was compiled in November or early December 1969. You will notice that Tex is listed under the name Charles Montgomery. They still hadn't quite gotten the names straight. There're a couple other people who are listed by their alias and not their true name."</div><div><br /></div><div>Kitty Lutesinger from the list: </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0T32-cCVhYKLHC8EZk9nQDjUXksIWtNwCjCvA2JNmza8FI-ULAzaWwv_RmBdzU3Ku0tvHhb95VgWSWv7VxGO5PW9g1EoCS1RbzkuCfRpyEwEhy0qAsqoCeQHLuIF4D0s3xmlqNhaJ2V6E-y4HJKFbCE24Nn4hClgh8ft75Po00WtllR3FHy3NfGfvHo/s968/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-07%20at%207.47.37%20AM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="968" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0T32-cCVhYKLHC8EZk9nQDjUXksIWtNwCjCvA2JNmza8FI-ULAzaWwv_RmBdzU3Ku0tvHhb95VgWSWv7VxGO5PW9g1EoCS1RbzkuCfRpyEwEhy0qAsqoCeQHLuIF4D0s3xmlqNhaJ2V6E-y4HJKFbCE24Nn4hClgh8ft75Po00WtllR3FHy3NfGfvHo/w400-h106/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-07%20at%207.47.37%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;">Deemers listed her Missouri address and noted the Missouri driver's license. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;">And Kasabian: </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaQ7HYc06v4TNGkGVF51sjrgLz8MWOnjlnTrRABvfYV21FylhvnitKGd1M2lvZlMFWaiUGDJzH3zP8Oqh46t8_H9dkVB4VzWTgQGGdihgf3aE0tUKNVTRzTMNdTRZQ9oM2uw5WnQoyyboX8KSsg7yu2U7ojcdQWi5NzyzKLO6w8AF9vm7X2vbe3LpLJQ/s942/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-07%20at%207.45.51%20AM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="130" data-original-width="942" height="55" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaQ7HYc06v4TNGkGVF51sjrgLz8MWOnjlnTrRABvfYV21FylhvnitKGd1M2lvZlMFWaiUGDJzH3zP8Oqh46t8_H9dkVB4VzWTgQGGdihgf3aE0tUKNVTRzTMNdTRZQ9oM2uw5WnQoyyboX8KSsg7yu2U7ojcdQWi5NzyzKLO6w8AF9vm7X2vbe3LpLJQ/w400-h55/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-07%20at%207.45.51%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Deemers got her New Hampshire address right but something else is missing. Where is the "DL#"? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even in the unlikely event that her license was valid, that fact might explain her driving or riding along to visit Grogan, while Manson drove and a member of the inner circle like Brunner went inside to talk to Grogan but it does not explain why she was the messenger. Someone told her the escape plan or she already knew it and she was the one to pass it on to Grogan and probably even waited for him to make his break. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her visit is the same day he skipped out: July 19</span><sup style="font-family: inherit;">th</sup><span style="font-family: inherit;">. The hospital noted their </span>belief<span style="font-family: inherit;"> someone left Grogan a car. Tracing Linda Drouin would lead to Wilson's house and, of course she would not be there. But maybe they/she waited for him. How many cars did they have at the ranch? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This page shows Kasabian as an active participant in the </span>organization, <span style="font-family: inherit;">planning and execution of Grogan’s escape (a crime by the way). I do not think Bugliosi wanted that to be part of the record, any record, including his own version when he did everything in his power to distance Kasabian from any such role including, specifically, disarming her at Cielo Drive.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I think Ms. Kasabian was a little more involved, a little closer to the throne so to speak, than we were led to believe by Mr. Bugliosi. I also think Bugliosi knew that and that is why he didn’t name the "one of the girls from the Family" who helped Grogan escape. “One of the girls from the Family” makes you think of someone other than Kasabian, doesn’t it? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I tried to find where Bugliosi eventually identified this ‘girl’ in Helter Skelter. I searched the terms Grogan, Clem, escape, Camarillo, hospital and even Kasabian and Drouin and found nothing. If it is there somewhere I couldn’t find it. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But even if I missed it and it is there, one could still ask ‘why didn’t you name her right there on page 173? I think the answer is obvious. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pax vobiscum<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dreath</span><span face="Aptos, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551377673977145628noreply@blogger.com69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-74542499852966689092024-03-04T00:17:00.000-05:002024-03-04T00:17:34.899-05:00The Road To Heaven<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Back when I was researching something related to all this, I stole this image from Cielodrive. </span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOdH3hBYh__JD3tj31h2uMFP4-nYnCyUo1h-RRbtdk4FsBblyoh267Aiod9cn747XFy_NdaEMcChOZxD7fRCGqSNULjTZIfHKMzOTJZ2OcSnSU56Vas7KqkLhifMai06CADRg4bAPbswb3dmDfm6s3rdxRnT5vIbBNoHMvzWBtvPPRiaRqe1ncN0OOvE/s843/1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOdH3hBYh__JD3tj31h2uMFP4-nYnCyUo1h-RRbtdk4FsBblyoh267Aiod9cn747XFy_NdaEMcChOZxD7fRCGqSNULjTZIfHKMzOTJZ2OcSnSU56Vas7KqkLhifMai06CADRg4bAPbswb3dmDfm6s3rdxRnT5vIbBNoHMvzWBtvPPRiaRqe1ncN0OOvE/w320-h320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The photograph immediately intrigued me. The intrigue had nothing to do with that guy on the ladder reaching for the phone wires and wearing a short sleaved white business shirt like my father used to wear in the sixties. It also wasn’t because of the wall where Atkins, Krenwinkel and probably Kasabian hid while Watson murdered Steven Parent. It is behind the uniformed officer. It wasn’t the really nice striped pants on the guy pointing at the camera or even the question why one guy showed up in a tee shirt. It wasn’t the cat, either. It was the wagon in the junk pile. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why was there a wagon at Cielo Drive? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A Bit About JF </span>Watkins</h3><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We all know Michele Morgan (Simone Renée Roussel) built the house. Well, it is actually more accurate to say she had it built and then bought it but that’s a technicality. She bought the house from “M.M. Landon”. That would be Minnie M. Landon. Minnie had been married to Arthur Landon who was a contractor. He bought the lot several years before. He passed away sometime in the 1930s. They had a daughter named Opal who married a guy named John F. Watkins. He’s the guy who built the house.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxtJrzMe6dL6Qo2q72-SpXZRjRGMKfYlEtV24rqr5ntVlt2Mz5o7hjXtZPXpggLmDKmdqvMTCqequ0p2oeFni6Sr8ftERVxLXBapeKXGw-RQ7zlZpVPAQJIHlxu8ugv4c7awdANHEgTH0SfLLEiDqrQWal1docwVSz0StIJ6kAQqnrIs5gTZ5-xeiHUY/s7239/3%20WPB.The_Hanford_Sentinel_Tue__Dec_1__1942_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7239" data-original-width="5169" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxtJrzMe6dL6Qo2q72-SpXZRjRGMKfYlEtV24rqr5ntVlt2Mz5o7hjXtZPXpggLmDKmdqvMTCqequ0p2oeFni6Sr8ftERVxLXBapeKXGw-RQ7zlZpVPAQJIHlxu8ugv4c7awdANHEgTH0SfLLEiDqrQWal1docwVSz0StIJ6kAQqnrIs5gTZ5-xeiHUY/w143-h200/3%20WPB.The_Hanford_Sentinel_Tue__Dec_1__1942_.jpg" width="143" /></a></div><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Far from being a small-time operator, the J. F. Wadkins Company appears repeatedly in real estate advertisements in the LA Times in the late 1930’s and early 1940’s. Several have him advertising multi-home subdivisions. In fact, in 1942 he got in trouble for violating the regulations that limited production at the start of World War II by starting a 36-home subdivision without authorization. <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09fL9BxE8iZyIUxd0vuKG9gwfafYMuAkeSlmJtd4nMEQjmef-4boYDbdgJhFmi_hit-F9PTDNBKDHPMnvSfiHOB-WWcc9B-1BH0Ro-iLxdQaxJOVqtxCRp_CJw-uC7RN34e76pzosl8VGGtHr-GpMupqd7YCTK4U8eac-VvyZ5kn0OAZmaFRJ0X3AUlA/s7014/4.%20Death%20WatkinsThe_Los_Angeles_Times_Fri__Nov_5__1943_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7014" data-original-width="5122" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09fL9BxE8iZyIUxd0vuKG9gwfafYMuAkeSlmJtd4nMEQjmef-4boYDbdgJhFmi_hit-F9PTDNBKDHPMnvSfiHOB-WWcc9B-1BH0Ro-iLxdQaxJOVqtxCRp_CJw-uC7RN34e76pzosl8VGGtHr-GpMupqd7YCTK4U8eac-VvyZ5kn0OAZmaFRJ0X3AUlA/w234-h320/4.%20Death%20WatkinsThe_Los_Angeles_Times_Fri__Nov_5__1943_.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wadkins passed away in 1943 after a horseback riding accident. Ed Sanders might add an oo-ee-oo, here: horses…Wadkins…Spahn Ranch. I was not able to find the location where Wadkins was injured. It obviously was not at Spahn Ranch.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Michele Morgan Ghost Story</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t think Michele Morgan actually sold the home because of the creepy factor as she claimed in her autobiography. That story can be found, here. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><a href="https://www.mansonblog.com/2013/08/jeepers-original-cielo-owner-was-scared.html">https://www.mansonblog.com/2013/08/jeepers-original-cielo-owner-was-scared.html</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Later in her autobiography, she seems to contradict her own claim. She says that she sold 10050 Cielo Drive because her new husband, William Marshall, refused to live in a home owned by his wife. Obviously, Mr. Marshall was a modern, open minded and progressive male. Ok, he wasn't. However, apparently, he wasn’t above using the money from the sale of his wife's home to buy a home in his name. A home he was awarded in their divorce.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bill Marshall never lived at Cielo Drive. However, Michele Morgan’s good friend, Madeleine LeBeau, was her roommate at Cielo for a time before Michele married. You might recognize her. She had a small role in the film, <o:p></o:p></span>Casablanca. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm2yT5bswOaRjFW-RPzgyFu5SloEVsITe9-NWnk5rQfAhHo0AoioTEnySXJDa2Iyqxdrya3rp1GUtQkvUAzXcNyvd5WIf5PQFHcUNIxrgXloS2gTnfA_HP81Ycaorf01fKZewRzi_67ms74o6cUtNTmKtRxJaKdfe-Bb2MbDQP8aWpUol_oUueMFquYk/s1696/5%20Madeleine%20LeBeau.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1696" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm2yT5bswOaRjFW-RPzgyFu5SloEVsITe9-NWnk5rQfAhHo0AoioTEnySXJDa2Iyqxdrya3rp1GUtQkvUAzXcNyvd5WIf5PQFHcUNIxrgXloS2gTnfA_HP81Ycaorf01fKZewRzi_67ms74o6cUtNTmKtRxJaKdfe-Bb2MbDQP8aWpUol_oUueMFquYk/w320-h213/5%20Madeleine%20LeBeau.png" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Morgan was supposed to get the role of Ilsa Lund in Casablanca, but RKO, her studio, wouldn't release her for the amount of money Warner Bros. was offering and Ingrid Bergman was cast instead. That is a bit of a shame because Morgan’s flight from occupied France is straight out of the movie. She escaped occupied France (Normandy) and first crossed Vichy France to Spain. She crossed Spain and left Europe from Lisbon, Portugal. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Rudolfh Altobelli bought the house in 1963. There are several deeds changing ownership in the 1950's</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">. But the various deeds all involve a guy named Louis Clyde Griffith (“LC”). Griffith was a theater tycoon in Oklahoma in the 1930’s and 1940’s and from what I could tell he was a pioneer of drive-in movie theaters. Everyone on the deeds from 1949 to 1963 (and there are several) are either business associates of Griffith, his attorney, or his stepson. I believe the transfers are related to a debilitating stroke he suffered in 1946 which led to him relocating to LA in 1949. Eventually the house landed with LC and LC Griffith sold it to Altobelli. The deed is dated October 17, 1963.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Despite the various deeds LC </span>Griffith<span style="font-family: inherit;"> lived in the home throughout the 1950s. The available Los Angeles city directories consistently show LC Griffith as the occupant of Cielo Drive during this time period. The 1950 census places him at Cielo Drive with a nurse. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7Jm2M1QVuwxSllc2SQl79PAsYkqNZ3uZ6R08AbfNSJt8bS6oFL-dtlc2Jlx_qC4-gf3fX5fPLVEAs-gxDHGB3pBloJ7CNv-W6_mCGODOYOQgtCi0UnuFp55scDrJ7PIXqmtjVbtrJUnyUptkdsC7bxzfxEaIXZWuK91m9PRLw_LpqtiTomtGKGqcoiI/s471/1956.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="471" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7Jm2M1QVuwxSllc2SQl79PAsYkqNZ3uZ6R08AbfNSJt8bS6oFL-dtlc2Jlx_qC4-gf3fX5fPLVEAs-gxDHGB3pBloJ7CNv-W6_mCGODOYOQgtCi0UnuFp55scDrJ7PIXqmtjVbtrJUnyUptkdsC7bxzfxEaIXZWuK91m9PRLw_LpqtiTomtGKGqcoiI/w320-h200/1956.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______</span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Tenants</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here, in order, is everyone I could confirm rented Cielo Drive or the guest house after Altobelli purchased the home until </span>Terry<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Melcher and Mark Lindsay. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Henry Fonda rented the guest house for a couple of months in 1964.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"One of the houses I sublet and lived in with Shirlee for a couple of months was on Benedict Canyon in Bel Air," Fonda says. "Does that street name ring a bell? Remember the place where Sharon Tate and her friends were massacred? Remember the guest house? That's where we stayed during the summer of sixty-four. It was a pleasant place. I did a lot of painting there. I had to drive in and park in the area where those violent people parked that night. I'd walk down the same path below the main house to the guest house. That's where the young guy was murdered when he made an exit at the wrong time.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"My God, timing is everything, even <i>outside</i> the theater."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u>My Life</u> by Henry Fonda and Howard Teichmann, Book Club Assoc., page 295, 1982.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For two years after Henry Fonda George Chakiris rented first the guest house and then the main house. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdB9BtAs2VbtNIJUwGqNGUvqtNPH8guXCVrHPLirxfAV_7-lA8uP_STgnv2_1dxX2h8hZFdT_XR5hoamOSYx9__SlMGVyRf4yl6NIjCNS-oB7Vpva70NFybo4qXB2ti0fv0rbSXIUGv7370owMLzTaIwweni8YjRzSht8ZoxySniLLX2xz-nMFBnGad8/s1088/6.%20Chakiris.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1088" data-original-width="1082" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdB9BtAs2VbtNIJUwGqNGUvqtNPH8guXCVrHPLirxfAV_7-lA8uP_STgnv2_1dxX2h8hZFdT_XR5hoamOSYx9__SlMGVyRf4yl6NIjCNS-oB7Vpva70NFybo4qXB2ti0fv0rbSXIUGv7370owMLzTaIwweni8YjRzSht8ZoxySniLLX2xz-nMFBnGad8/w318-h320/6.%20Chakiris.png" width="318" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"By now [1964]I was renting a charming guest house at the end of a pretty little tree-lined cul-de-sac off of Benedict Canyon in Beverly Hills. The guest house and the main house, which I eventually moved into, were owned by a talent manager named Rudi Altobelli. One of his clients, Henry Fonda, had preceded me in the guest house. Henry Fonda was a talented artist, and a painting he’d been working on was still there on an easel.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">******<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I didn’t want to leave Paris. No one ever wants to leave Paris. But I had some packing and moving to take care of back in L.A. The lease was up on the Rudi Altobelli house I was renting off of Benedict Canyon. I’d lived in the two-thousand-square-foot guest house for a year, and then in the thirty-two-hundred-square-foot main house for another year. I’d loved it there. It was quiet and just secluded enough, very French Country, on three acres, with a pool, lots of pine and cherry trees, and a private driveway. I knew I’d miss it, but it was way more space than I needed, and I had too much traveling ahead to justify staying there anyway. Sadly, I’d see that house again, a few years later, on the news. So would the rest of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">******<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Some time after the horror on Cielo Drive, I mustered up the courage to finally visit Rudi Altobelli, who’d cleaned up the house and the grounds and moved back in with a couple of guard dogs. It was eerie and uncomfortable. I didn’t stay long, and I never went back again. I’ve been told that Rudi finally sold the property, the structures there were demolished and replaced by a 12,000-square-foot mansion, and the street address has been changed to discourage the nonstop stream of trespassers, tour buses, and curiosity seekers. Some part of me likes knowing that nothing that was there in August of 1969 is there anymore, not even a single brick or stick of wood or blade of grass.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">******<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I also became socially acquainted with the extraordinary film actress Michèle Morgan. She has too many acting credentials to even try to list them here, including a Best Actress award at the Cannes Film Festival, and she was utterly charming. One night Michèle told the story of how she moved to Hollywood during World War II. She designed a French Country-style home to be built there, fairly private and only a short distance away from the heart of Beverly Hills where most other movie stars were living. But in time she was frightened to live there because she kept hearing what she described as “sinister noises,” and she eventually sold the property. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The house Michèle Morgan built, the house full of “sinister noises” that frightened her, was 10050 Cielo Drive, my former residence and, of course, the house where the murders occurred. What are the odds that I would just happen to become acquainted with her, through a chance encounter with a Greek singer at an Athens I?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chakiris, George. <u>My West Side Story</u> (p. 118, 133, 149 and 151). Lyons Press. Kindle Edition.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe Samantha Eggar was next. That’s her on the cover of the April 2, 1966, edition of Hola magazine near the pool. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here’s a couple more blurry images from that magazine. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplNeT84Pmb9v9rMy54TA4OOV1aMnORK0c1r0OzBOJFzIFnqXYbT7ckGFosKJX1wLptbudrcvEycslF8BS9q1kucY2fUxc1419kSRDvx7nsqar2EgQwoeFFwfDeJinV2oGteDrcDVAfb1GyYVTFyJuzWkzt9KCPPrRJjB8-FWgjvgV2xLdqlE23XwKvlU/s2022/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-26%20at%202.25.27%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="2022" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplNeT84Pmb9v9rMy54TA4OOV1aMnORK0c1r0OzBOJFzIFnqXYbT7ckGFosKJX1wLptbudrcvEycslF8BS9q1kucY2fUxc1419kSRDvx7nsqar2EgQwoeFFwfDeJinV2oGteDrcDVAfb1GyYVTFyJuzWkzt9KCPPrRJjB8-FWgjvgV2xLdqlE23XwKvlU/w400-h223/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-26%20at%202.25.27%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By the way, that’s Samantha Eggar in the top right photo, not Candice Bergen as most online sources claim. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is Candice Bergen and the source claims that it was taken at Cielo Drive.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xJoYSbKHB9n2SlMZDXCm5675AcmJznIqsmz7-970YkGzQRGq_MSi8RykGWY6G3_Z72eJ0ZIrTMWElayNw86zH-tzexjqlbSqoEdrtRfdw4AyrqLZMNXFuCF7q2Bk7Fy1WQU1nF2MAkAlAdeUAkRBKwKwSLMk_XoHGfp4B03CYP0Msb49l5fi9dHhnXM/s1655/Rudolph-Altobelli-and-Candice-Bergen-at-10050-Cielo-Drive.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1655" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xJoYSbKHB9n2SlMZDXCm5675AcmJznIqsmz7-970YkGzQRGq_MSi8RykGWY6G3_Z72eJ0ZIrTMWElayNw86zH-tzexjqlbSqoEdrtRfdw4AyrqLZMNXFuCF7q2Bk7Fy1WQU1nF2MAkAlAdeUAkRBKwKwSLMk_XoHGfp4B03CYP0Msb49l5fi9dHhnXM/s320/Rudolph-Altobelli-and-Candice-Bergen-at-10050-Cielo-Drive.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I left out Cary Grant. I don’t think he ever lived at Cielo Drive. The source of the ‘Cary Grant had a bad acid trip while renting Cielo Drive’ story, as far as I can tell, originates from this gossip column I pulled from the Miami Herald (September 1, 1969). It cites D</span>yan<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Cannon as the source. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirrPRRxv-4g9Yyg4BomsB21wF3DqvbYqmko6hM-82h9mfRg_41hCtuQxeoonBEcGzO7pSPg2HoHIDoA7bvcgC776B-cZ77o6iheOJCtIhXxuEk6HoLSgXnqVCwZbaadUEsMl_3ZL2FSXcIpk_qzRS2lYqEVgH0uN5EAC3gfI2vJA8q6H2h21Kai5Y8Cc/s1034/10.%20Gossip.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="826" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirrPRRxv-4g9Yyg4BomsB21wF3DqvbYqmko6hM-82h9mfRg_41hCtuQxeoonBEcGzO7pSPg2HoHIDoA7bvcgC776B-cZ77o6iheOJCtIhXxuEk6HoLSgXnqVCwZbaadUEsMl_3ZL2FSXcIpk_qzRS2lYqEVgH0uN5EAC3gfI2vJA8q6H2h21Kai5Y8Cc/s320/10.%20Gossip.png" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span>I have five Cary Grant biographies. I am kind of a fan. <i>Now you listen to me, I’m an advertising man, not a red herring. I’ve got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders that depend upon me, and I don’t intend to disappoint them all by getting myself “slightly” killed.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span>One of the biographies places Grant at Cielo Drive in 1940. That, of course, is not possible. The rest do not mention Cielo Drive. They mention the murders either in connection with Grant hiring a </span>full time<span> bodyguard for his daughter after the murders or to mention Grant being on Manson’s Hollywood Hit List. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dyan Cannon says this. Again, no mention of Cielo Drive.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"And so, Cary left for Tokyo, and I was left with the task of finding us a house to live in as fast as possible. I spent weeks looking at houses with Cary’s real estate agent. I airmailed photos to Tokyo for Cary to see. We wound up renting a home off Benedict Canyon recently vacated by the Beatles."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cannon, Dyan. <u>Dear Cary</u> (pp. 225-226). It Books. Kindle Edition.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Beatles House is located at 2850 Benedict Canyon. When it is listed for sale the Beatles and Grant are usually mentioned. The Beatles rented the house in August 1965. </span>George Chakiris was renting Cielo Drive during that time-frame. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Newlywed Murder-Suicide</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></h3><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Melcher-Lindsay period gives us the murder-suicide myth. I am sure everyone has read this. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Rudy said that one of the first couples to occupy the house had been newlyweds, and on their wedding night the bride somehow learned that the groom had cheated on her in the recent past. Supposedly after the marriage was consummated and he was asleep, the new lady of the house took a large knife from the kitchen and stabbed him to death in bed. She then put a bullet in her brain using the small "lady's pistol" that he had given her for protection as one of her wedding gifts.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Rudy told us the whole affair had been hushed up and was never talked about because it would reflect negatively on the real estate value. He said that although the femme fatale's spirit still lingered, she probably wouldn't bother two guys -- although he warned that she didn't seem to tolerate beautiful women very well. "As long as you don't let your girlfriends stay over too long, you should be okay," he warned. And then he went back to his residence, leaving us to ponder."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.mansonblog.com/2020/10/a-little-something-for-halloween.html" style="color: #96607d;">https://www.mansonblog.com/2020/10/a-little-something-for-halloween.html</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It never happened. No newlyweds ever lived in the home and there were only three owners prior to Altobelli. All three lived in the house and/or the guesthouse the whole time they owned the home. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Wagon</span></h3><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am sure most of you know most of the above information. T</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">his post is about that wagon but if I had not added the other stuff the post would be really short which would be out of keeping with my post history. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And that brings us back to Doctor Hartley Dewey and his wife, Louise. Hartley was this guy’s cousin. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXvSAFHb8r382ITZzuGAsvy-BOgAoMCNBRIkNA09hcUBBD9oF38jdj_PHQvzQ3vUB7Ah58OeYRnV7ytQPTt20oQ2FehUxgc59Nd_ES53qaACJcXleD-RrIY4Qd2V_0DxcvZ2RHHijvv7ksfdN3Mnzf76IV0yIn7sY6dEWkxqdE8Bun1zW5pvZfWD1Gsw/s269/11.%20Dewey%20Wins.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="269" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXvSAFHb8r382ITZzuGAsvy-BOgAoMCNBRIkNA09hcUBBD9oF38jdj_PHQvzQ3vUB7Ah58OeYRnV7ytQPTt20oQ2FehUxgc59Nd_ES53qaACJcXleD-RrIY4Qd2V_0DxcvZ2RHHijvv7ksfdN3Mnzf76IV0yIn7sY6dEWkxqdE8Bun1zW5pvZfWD1Gsw/s1600/11.%20Dewey%20Wins.jpeg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Deweys bought the house from Michele Morgan in June 1943. They had three sons all of whom served in World War II. One, a bomber pilot over Europe, was missing in action for several months. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Deweys came to LA from </span>Yosemite National Park. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Doctor Hartley G. Dewey opened the new W. B. Lewis Memorial Hospital during Christmas week 1929. The services to Yosemite rendered in this fine hospital were much needed as the increase in visitors, as well as permanent and seasonal employees, had doubled during the past decade. Dr. Dewey needed additional help so another doctor and more nurses were added to the staff. A permanent Dentist Office was also established for full time work, with Doctor Raleigh Davies in charge.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Doctor Avery Sturm joined Doctor Dewey at the Lewis Memorial Hospital in 1935. This team practiced until 1942 when Doctor Sturm entered Military Service during World War 2. Doctor Dewey’s contract was up in April 1943, so he, too, left the Park."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="-webkit-standard, serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><a href="https://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/guardians_of_the_yosemite/hospital.html" style="color: #954f72;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">https://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/guardians_of_the_yosemite/hospital.html</span></a><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After they purchased Cielo Drive, the Deweys converted the barbeque pavilion into the guest house. They added a dressing room for the pool off the back of the house and redecorated the home. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Their friend, Walt Disney, hand rendered images of Mickey Mouse on the walls of the bar. I don’t know if the drawings were still there in 1969. I couldn't find anything about them after the Deweys. I find that sort of surreal if they were there in August 1969.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Deweys make multiple appearances on the society pages of the LA Times in the 1940s. I believe Louise was good friends with Lucille Lambert who wrote the column <i>Confidentially</i>. Here is an example. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIURe3LcYYEzQdNyFw5g99DFG_Op2iAh4PyJVuJyiw5YFMICBNsGrBhp9J2rxdAcWnmQAxIQA4HhTo8qxjzqPbdH_7IwMDVS10QuTZtWP0H0dpLC_p9FrOMJt2zGdM2rylv99pQRz8Y9U4HMwAzeTIHQf6xnbzAVusaHDi0L45BQHrm-m5NqeNMH5PKgM/s6971/12.%20The_Los_Angeles_Times_Fri__Jun_22__1945_%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6971" data-original-width="5238" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIURe3LcYYEzQdNyFw5g99DFG_Op2iAh4PyJVuJyiw5YFMICBNsGrBhp9J2rxdAcWnmQAxIQA4HhTo8qxjzqPbdH_7IwMDVS10QuTZtWP0H0dpLC_p9FrOMJt2zGdM2rylv99pQRz8Y9U4HMwAzeTIHQf6xnbzAVusaHDi0L45BQHrm-m5NqeNMH5PKgM/s320/12.%20The_Los_Angeles_Times_Fri__Jun_22__1945_%20copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ms. Lambert even wrote an article about the remodel for the Times. </span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lillian Gish rented the main house from the Deweys in 1945. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She later sued the Deweys for over $11,000 for violating the wartime rent restrictions. She won. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Deweys moved to Carmel in 1949 and sold the house to Henry Griffing. Griffing worked for LC Griffith at the time. Later he attempted to launch what we would now call cable (pay) TV. In theory you could drop coins in a box on the TV and watch movies that had recently been in the theater. It didn’t catch on. Griffing died in a plane crash in 1960. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I periodically stop at antique malls looking to replace the vinyl I sold to fund one of my obsessions when I was in college. I later married her, but I digress. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On one such trip I wandered into a stall filled, in part, with sixties memorabilia. They wanted too much money for the 1964 GI Joe and they didn’t have any Moby Grape albums. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They had a whole section of magazines dating back to the 1920s including the Manson Life magazine. I already have that one. They had several Look and Life magazines from the sixties including the walk on the moon, the assassination of Robert Kennedy</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> and even the Mets 1969 World Series win. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My eye, however, was drawn to another magazine less prominently displayed and sort of tossed aside with some other obscure pre-sixties titles. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here was the August 1945 edition of <i>American Home</i>. There on the cover, in full color, stood Louise Dewey. She was standing in front of the garage at 10050 Cielo Drive and there in the background of that photo.... was the wagon. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">August 1945. Ed Sanders might add an oo-ee-oo here too. Here is the whole American Home article. The text on the last page is not about Cielo Drive. In fact, aside from the image captions, there is no text. Louise took the photographs. I also included the LA Times article about the remodel which mentions the Disney characters and, oddly, a garage 'at the foot of the hill'. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><a href="https://wvw.mansonblog.com/pdf/American_Home.pdf">https://wvw.mansonblog.com/pdf/American_Home.pdf</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One more thing. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I think most people have seen this image. It originally appeared in the November 15, 1969, edition of <i>Paris Match</i> magazine. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsjUxPe4ElCVngRIXOYB2aeFhYBNI3Tscu8nUoTMOvCmhKKAtt1823JG8KVJEI9nTJqdzEjfsbkDmRtVh2NcHmRJt2p712H5WY7isWHxdFcs2wsOsuUhJKEmaniwIKWNddFoiVH-85wdCdKvnBi5pKKKSWB58q5Gasx8f8gaHq0B5fAlzBvgPl_9Jz5o/s1600/15.%20Paris%20Match%20Cover%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsjUxPe4ElCVngRIXOYB2aeFhYBNI3Tscu8nUoTMOvCmhKKAtt1823JG8KVJEI9nTJqdzEjfsbkDmRtVh2NcHmRJt2p712H5WY7isWHxdFcs2wsOsuUhJKEmaniwIKWNddFoiVH-85wdCdKvnBi5pKKKSWB58q5Gasx8f8gaHq0B5fAlzBvgPl_9Jz5o/w240-h320/15.%20Paris%20Match%20Cover%20copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-NBAJnvwF2a8f3ETPHPC8o0W7LEKYqZyovjhphTcNot5F1HU3aOaHqgWFZjZNP7XcrEDM-XMu-D5_ynj6WNg7KhIjUa9GtNkfAv9Q6kCIgGhKcFsQdJFRqB3PFgEzO7E4V4YC10HsZx79AZPmx3Y_dPLJdFk4DndPIB6D8yFA0z3LWQsgP4_M040GeY/s1024/16.%20dc01c-cielo-drive-10050-at-night%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1024" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-NBAJnvwF2a8f3ETPHPC8o0W7LEKYqZyovjhphTcNot5F1HU3aOaHqgWFZjZNP7XcrEDM-XMu-D5_ynj6WNg7KhIjUa9GtNkfAv9Q6kCIgGhKcFsQdJFRqB3PFgEzO7E4V4YC10HsZx79AZPmx3Y_dPLJdFk4DndPIB6D8yFA0z3LWQsgP4_M040GeY/s320/16.%20dc01c-cielo-drive-10050-at-night%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The photograph was likely taken in October 1969. The photographer was standing off the north end of the porch, to the right of the walk, just about in front of the window Watson entered that night. Kasabian would have been standing about five feet to his left that night according to the trial exhibit. This is as close as we will ever get to seeing what she saw that night. How many still think she saw the pool from here? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">______<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pax Vobiscum<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dreath<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551377673977145628noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-10384790829447147912024-02-26T01:03:00.001-05:002024-02-26T01:03:35.633-05:00Tate Suspect List<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7txjkeOAKzwlZChKipSlX1pItexuLyeNrSoOxS5IO3BRojIwweqFUjz5Bw7wqXq1d_nrZAQ29fs24cnlDtQSW1ipMV2cG_ZEqUSieOfNvmRr8H6F4ZKKlzRB071BU8B185nQrZLEBzIF_575qw5kHmNXPmhDMKC4APYoKdT5JBK85lGyw2dlI3ot15QB7/s497/Fingerprint%20analysis.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="497" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7txjkeOAKzwlZChKipSlX1pItexuLyeNrSoOxS5IO3BRojIwweqFUjz5Bw7wqXq1d_nrZAQ29fs24cnlDtQSW1ipMV2cG_ZEqUSieOfNvmRr8H6F4ZKKlzRB071BU8B185nQrZLEBzIF_575qw5kHmNXPmhDMKC4APYoKdT5JBK85lGyw2dlI3ot15QB7/s320/Fingerprint%20analysis.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Suspects Eliminated By
Fingerprints<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Today fingerprints are fed
into a computer and finding a match or not isn't a laborious or time-consuming
process like it was in 1969 when the Tate and LaBianca murders were
investigated. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">So, just how did they narrow
down fingerprints to streamline the process in the TLB cases?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">The Henry Classification
System was used categorize the different types of fingerprint characteristics
that are made by friction ridges and furrows. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">There are three main types
of fingerprints, loops, whorls and arches. Within those three groups loops,
which recurve back onto themselves to form the loops, are divided into radial
loops that point towards the radial bone (thumb) or the ulna bone (pinky finger).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Whorls form circular or
spiral patterns and are divided into four groups. Plain whorls are concentric
circles, central pocket loops are loops with a whorl at the end, double loops
that create an S-like pattern and accidental loops are irregularly shaped.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Arches make a wave like
pattern that are either plain or tented. Tented arches rise to a sharper point
than plain arches.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">The palms of the hand also
have distinct ridges and furrows. Another type of print is the chop. The chop
is the side of the hand from the tip of the pinky finger to the wrist. The best
example of where you might find the chop is if you were to place the sides of
your hand on a window to block out glare while peeping.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">No two people have the same
fingerprints, even identical twins and no one person has the same fingerprint
on more than one finger or thumb.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Here are the lists of the suspects eliminated by fingerprints courtesy of Cielo Drive. The second page is a list of law enforcement personnel who were at the crime scene.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHs-40dTBwlnUi5JUHNWC9ezWsiRFIPb7eknrfsJiWOKsN45chzPeAbb9HYXrUx76Q6mUauEuVv4NpUnU9sR-AWHhofZq07nEl4vHabU2PizWYgMS3CN1rSqNFUHTA44Qvj5mWmOanozHf8Bmwc2AbCHc3kCakFZSN2HhAMPPTD9C1zUKl1ee6DpY-xVo/s3268/tate-murder-suspect-list_Page_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3268" data-original-width="2485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHs-40dTBwlnUi5JUHNWC9ezWsiRFIPb7eknrfsJiWOKsN45chzPeAbb9HYXrUx76Q6mUauEuVv4NpUnU9sR-AWHhofZq07nEl4vHabU2PizWYgMS3CN1rSqNFUHTA44Qvj5mWmOanozHf8Bmwc2AbCHc3kCakFZSN2HhAMPPTD9C1zUKl1ee6DpY-xVo/w486-h640/tate-murder-suspect-list_Page_1.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPGxthMDARMOBMcaHrv6b8GAU7oUy_VQvkZqZ_I2H3H4TlPspnmyIhrO4AiwXEMPixwAmu2x1C2Wa2J_CrTGU2PQ0kHSlRTXtA83hiLml0b_GYkA0qjLW66Lw3glRRzJNig7fYsx1qk2-Badrrd3Ptkmvgnen4nZbeGUpb3ZDlNQz5UhK_-We3-ZEUJlv/s3312/tate-murder-suspect-list_Page_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-37213055591432387522024-02-19T00:15:00.000-05:002024-02-19T00:15:46.375-05:00The Melba Kronkright Letter<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVXIVUwLvxc7BgPyl6WwkTeVh43vgD4tnbzgqxr6LOddsWL9Cmh9bhUM0K1am8bvBhG8j5123C8DUcoMBW8P8Ay1f0SaJ5VB_uTe3qA2Iips7WaC9TQQPigl7R6nvF50aiN_v2cFMFmgttqZ-RzvD7hz5c1qW4f2xvuvAYVJXC788N92mS5ZEfNDEqbaW/s500/Melba%20Kronkright%201949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="500" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVXIVUwLvxc7BgPyl6WwkTeVh43vgD4tnbzgqxr6LOddsWL9Cmh9bhUM0K1am8bvBhG8j5123C8DUcoMBW8P8Ay1f0SaJ5VB_uTe3qA2Iips7WaC9TQQPigl7R6nvF50aiN_v2cFMFmgttqZ-RzvD7hz5c1qW4f2xvuvAYVJXC788N92mS5ZEfNDEqbaW/w400-h329/Melba%20Kronkright%201949.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Cielo Drive has been
gathering more and more documents for his Patreon website. Some of the things
he has been able to obtain are very enlightening. Below is a letter that Melba
Kronkright wrote to someone in law enforcement or the district attorney's
office regarding her dealings with Charles Manson and members of the Family. One
thing is certain, Mrs. Kronkright was terrified that she would be killed by
Manson or his followers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Mrs. Kronkright jumps around
a bit when retelling her dealings with Manson and the Family. While it is clear
that she knew them over a period of a couple of years, it’s difficult to pin
down the exact timeline of each incident that she recalls.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">I am not sure who Diane
Adams was but think it might have been Dianne Lake. If anyone has an idea please post
what you know in the comments.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>This time Cielo Drive typed out the contents of Melba's letter!</o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>December 15, 1969<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>Dear Sirs:<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I keep getting phone calls
that are unanswered after I speak hellow into the receiver.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I have also written a letter
to the attorney Mr. Paul Caruso.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I am a widow and live alone
at the above address and about two years ago I found a group of young
unemployed people through a Mr. Sweeney. A service station owner here in
Malibu. The group were the Charles Manson people. I needed their services to
clean the stables and help on my property and home of four and one half acres
in Malibu. I am in fear for my life and will give all of the reasons I can
think of.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>About two years ago as I
have said Charles Manson directed various ones in his group to work at least
once a week on my property. They were paid at first then I explained that a
good sum of money was owed to me and that until that time I didn’t have money
to continue their service of once a week. They continued to come here for at
least six months from time to time and say they just wanted to help and didn’t
expect me to pay them. One of the girls had had a baby and they had all been
arrested for camping out on private property in Ventura county. The baby was
just five days old. Mary Brunner the mother was charged with child neglect and
kept in jail. Others came here knowing that I was a social worker and told me
that Mary had promised to take the baby and go back to Eu Clair Wis. to Mr.
& Mrs. George Brunner her parents. She was released in my custody. Mary
used my address as her new address but stayed only one night. She did not go
home as promised.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>Early part of last August I
received a phone call from Mary saying that she was in Sybil Brand jail and it
would take sixty four dollars to bail her out with a property owners signature.
I told her that my daughter is a police sargent and that if I put my name on
any thing it could be traced and I would then be thought of as helping them do
what got them in jail and I could be in trouble. My daughter is Mrs. Roy Hovas,
Sherl Rae Hovas or Sargent Hovas. Then Charles Manson came here in the middle
of the night and said that he needed money to get Mary out of jail. I told him
that I didn’t have any money but if I did that I would only get myself in
trouble in helping them that my daughter was a police sargent etc. He left, but
I’m sure that this was the same night the couple that owned the grocery store
was killed.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I feel had I received the
money that they had been expecting me to and not given them what they asked for
that they would have killed me. He had asked had I received my money as yet.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>When Mary was in jail I
called her mother to come out and get custody of the child (Michael). I again
called Marys’ mother and told her after the Tate murder case was disclosed that
not to ever tell Mary that I was the one that told her that Mary was in jail
and to come here to get the baby.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>At the time Charles Manson
was coming here and directing his group to work he would talk to me in the
kitchen about his views on the Negro situation. I told him how as a social
worker I was in the mist of the Negro situation in the Gettos. He tried to discourage
my efforts. Therefore, this if nothing else would have been a reason to direct
the blame on the negros to have killed me. He also told me that there were many
people as his followers all over the United States that at his word could start
a war.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>In my letter to Mr. Paul
Caruso I gave names of most of the group that I had met at one time or another.
I also told Mr. Caruso that if he defended these people to let them out on
society that my death was next.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I just reread my letter to
you and you can tell I am more than a little upset. I have pictures of Charles
Manson and a picture taken by Mary Brunners mother of Mary and the baby since
Mary was released if she would return to her parents. The letter from Mrs.
Brunner speaks of it’s self in gratitude.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I don’t feel that we have
seen the last of this mess. As long as the many young women that Manson
fathered their children are out and about - with loyalty and love for him -
there is going to be effort put forth to help him. Such as Lynn Frome, Sandy
Pugh, Ella Cinders, Mary Brunner, Diane Adams and many, many more that I met
but can’t recall their names.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I talked to Diane Adams
father at the time she escaped from Silmar (indistinguishable). I told him to
get Charles Manson. I said that Manson was the one that told me that he helped
her escape and got her over to Arizona. Mr. Adams seemed relieved that he
didn’t have to worry about her coming into his home and bringing such people
and taking his car in the middle of the night etc.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>Mr. Adams called me just
before the news came out the Tate case was solved. He said that his daughter
was on a boat up the coast the last time her heard from her. I know of at least
three girls that have babies that know that Manson is the father. Mr. Adams
also told me I was lucky to not have been killed by the Manson group.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>I hope that something in
this letter will help and because I pay three hundred dollars a month taxes
that I can expect some extra thought of safety.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>Feel free to come out and
talk. Please don’t get my name in the papers or get me anymore added problems.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><i>Thank you sincerely,<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
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It is well worth the money.</span></div><br /><p></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-4583913601490710552024-02-12T00:13:00.001-05:002024-02-12T00:13:32.909-05:00Bruce Davis Podcasts<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvBuN60Nd-YkI9UFb1kaAqOwwbvJS5yVESnSppMzkXgL3WggTEf-euEpfj4t8DjZJEnCJrx5jsUsvW4S9_r2Wrkg7cIQiuTlKlYZm128iDlRE3wynJ6VXbvMk5Hy7eKmRYZBc6oDdJxKuJQAE1UP9lhrUGLEwEUie1gUxc9bWCTbwrpE7mcl__4wQitGj/s2751/Bruce%20Davis%20Cappy%2012-70%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2751" data-original-width="2365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvBuN60Nd-YkI9UFb1kaAqOwwbvJS5yVESnSppMzkXgL3WggTEf-euEpfj4t8DjZJEnCJrx5jsUsvW4S9_r2Wrkg7cIQiuTlKlYZm128iDlRE3wynJ6VXbvMk5Hy7eKmRYZBc6oDdJxKuJQAE1UP9lhrUGLEwEUie1gUxc9bWCTbwrpE7mcl__4wQitGj/s320/Bruce%20Davis%20Cappy%2012-70%201.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Bruce Davis was scheduled for a parole suitability hearing January 18, 2024. That hearing was continued until August 8, 2024. According to news sources the reason for the continuance was because Bruce took part in two podcasts hosted by Keith Rovere of "The Lighter Side of Serial Killers".</p><p>Keith Rovere, 51, lives in New Jersey. He has worked for the same wood flooring company for the last 20+ years, he refinishes vintage furniture in his <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KeithsGarageSJ/" target="_blank">garage</a>, he helps minister in prison and prison aftercare in Camden New Jersey with Seeds of Hope Ministries, he writes <a href="https://soundcloud.com/keith-rovere-music/sets/keith-rovere-music" target="_blank">music</a>, he writes <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BGN66B8P/ref=cm_sw_r_apa_i_49M78HSMQYJY3APZWCFH_1" target="_blank">books</a> and he has the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorkeithrovere/" target="_blank">podcast</a>. Busy guy!</p><p>If I were Bruce Davis, I would not decide to make my first public appearance, so to speak, on a podcast named "The Lighter Side of Serial Killers". The name seems flippant and does not convey any sympathy towards the victims. Rovere does not offer any context as to why he chose that particular name. There really is no lighter side to being a serial killer, it's a heavy subject and Bruce Davis was not a serial killer per se. Perhaps because Rovere has a background in religious teachings Bruce deemed him acceptable. There are a lot of podcasters out there with better names who Bruce could have spoken to and not raised the hackles of the parole board.</p><p>One sentence in the <a href="https://www.foxnews.com/us/manson-family-cultist-bruce-davis-has-parole-hearing-postponed-after-appearing-true-crime-podcast" target="_blank">article</a> I read had me scratching my head. </p><p><i>"I've yet to hear the podcast," Davis told Fox News Digital in an email, before asking about it. "Does it sound as if I'm glorifying Manson or my crimes?"</i></p><p>California does not allow prisoner's to have email accounts or use the internet. That does not mean that prisoners can't figure out others ways to access the internet, usually by means of a smuggled cell phone. </p><p>Either the reporter meant snail mail or they just dropped a dime on Bruce for having a smuggled cell phone.</p><p>As far as the podcast interview goes, it was interesting. I've never heard Bruce speak at length. I did notice a few instances in the first podcast of Bruce using buzzwords and phrasing that were very similar to what Manson has said in the past. Bruce may be stuck in the sixties, which is where Manson was stuck, but I would think that after so many years in prison with a large turnover of fellow prisoners that Bruce would have learned the contemporary equivalent of those words and phrases.</p><p>The podcasts most likely haven't done Bruce any favors. It wouldn't be a surprise to learn they earned him an even longer period before he's allowed to have another hearing.</p><p>The podcasts can be heard at most of the places where you listen to them. </p><p>Look for Season 1 Episodes 14 and 22.</p><p>Here's the link to the podcasts at <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/1Lm9OJFr0f1CBSqz24o7La?si=-I0feDIOSZijKrWEYUEtdw&nd=1&dlsi=dcc1e00f498d4a95" target="_blank">Spotify</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVGafcFiQGp_YpUfgU6KWj3pnCsuzykXwxaUS4j_vXD3RDCOuTvLoUuglA9jz6HJ95zUVT3hIGQJb6H8SIJCJVQ7hblCIDmvf3ON4e1H3WNkceHV7v2JxCCpaLpyXK1MV5L4dVGIIFAZiXsAY4RWIGWEEVc335E2UnukBUewl76jOxWQVBDZeawJnHi2q/s231/Lighter%20Side%20of%20Serial%20Killers%20logo.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="231" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVGafcFiQGp_YpUfgU6KWj3pnCsuzykXwxaUS4j_vXD3RDCOuTvLoUuglA9jz6HJ95zUVT3hIGQJb6H8SIJCJVQ7hblCIDmvf3ON4e1H3WNkceHV7v2JxCCpaLpyXK1MV5L4dVGIIFAZiXsAY4RWIGWEEVc335E2UnukBUewl76jOxWQVBDZeawJnHi2q/s1600/Lighter%20Side%20of%20Serial%20Killers%20logo.png" width="231" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-9540162476793357752024-02-05T00:11:00.000-05:002024-02-05T00:11:06.217-05:00The Bastardy Suit<p>We have all been told about the bastardy suit and have had no reason to doubt that it existed. There are few surprises. It is interesting to note that Colonel Scott did not dispute that he was Charles Manson's father. The only thing that did surprise me was the length of time that Colonel Scott was obligated to pay the child support. Manson would have been about ten and half years old when his father was no longer under a court order to pay the support. </p><p>Five dollars in 1937 is equal to $105.80 in 2024.</p><p>Here is the documentation for the bastardy suit filed by Charles Manson's mother against Colonel Scott.</p><p>It's difficult to read so the meat of the judgement has been typed out.</p><p>It is the third "In Re:" on the page.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DeldmlUWsHXdmkLQiAdirb7Yp4s8faSMmi-PXNTTWeG0l_9EY3_E6Oz8ypMt8kZzMKd2pRS3MItbZ9MiiMkXgBJDLQqk7gvoCIs_Lz_2QLN3POLlRfKcatDCu5jtkv4uucQp5rh-lLCRyvfbrgaX163_XUkWbxSl3ElgZCzNbaqtESTv27EJSz21xgsc/s2200/Manson%20Bastardy%20Suit_Page_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DeldmlUWsHXdmkLQiAdirb7Yp4s8faSMmi-PXNTTWeG0l_9EY3_E6Oz8ypMt8kZzMKd2pRS3MItbZ9MiiMkXgBJDLQqk7gvoCIs_Lz_2QLN3POLlRfKcatDCu5jtkv4uucQp5rh-lLCRyvfbrgaX163_XUkWbxSl3ElgZCzNbaqtESTv27EJSz21xgsc/w494-h640/Manson%20Bastardy%20Suit_Page_2.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><i>Orders Boyd County Court</i></p><p><i>Special Term, 19th Day of April 1937</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i> Special Term Boyd County Court Held at the Court House thereof</i><i> </i></p><p><i> On the 19th Day of April, 1937</i></p><p><i> </i><i> Honorable P.H. Vincent, presiding.</i><i> </i><i> </i><i> </i></p><p><i>In Re: Commonwealth of Kentucky,</i></p><p><i> on relation Cathleen Manson Plaintiff</i></p><p><i> vs. </i></p><p><i> Colonel Scott, Defendant</i></p><p><i> Agreed Judgement</i></p><p><i> This being set for hearing by agreement of the parties on this 19th day of April, 1937, and the plaintiff being represented by David Browning, Attorney at Law and Thomas Burchett, County Attorney, and the defendant being present in person and represented by Joseph H. Spears, Attorney at Law, whereupon, came both the Commonwealth and defendant by counsel and announced to the court that the parties hereto had agreed upon a judgement, to-wit: That defendant shall pay to Cathleen Manson for the use and benefit of Charles Mille Manson the sum of $25.00, within sixty-days from this date and a further sum of $5.00 per month payable on the 5th day of each and every month for a period of eight-years beginning on the 5th day of July, 1937.</i></p><p><i>It is further agreed that the execution of bond as required by the statute be waived. Therefor, it is ordered and adjudged by the court that the defendant, Colonel Scott, is the father of Charles Mille Manson, the bastard child of Cathleen Manson, formerly Cathleen Maddox, and that he shall pay to the said Cathleen Manson the sum of $25.00 on or before sixty days from the date of this judgement, and that he shall further pay to the said Cathleen Manson the sum of $5.00 per month on the 5th day of each and every month thereafter until and for a period of eight years; the said $5.00 payments shall begin on the 5th day of July, 1937, all of which payment to the said Cathleen Manson, shall be for the use and benefit of the said Charles Mille Manson; and it shall be further ordered and adjudged by the court that the said Colonel Scott shall pay the court costs of this action.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i> P.H. Vincent</i></p><p><i> Judge </i></p><p><br /></p><p>This is followed by a notary statement.</p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-60652956476763613732024-01-27T09:28:00.003-05:002024-01-27T09:29:12.782-05:00Her Parents Were In The Manson Family<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="326" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mhCgmh4309k?si=HUpAQwKsRxBZe2S4" title="YouTube video player" width="580"></iframe></div>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766282574442161929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-43000204757222026222024-01-22T00:14:00.000-05:002024-01-22T00:14:01.698-05:00 Sexy Sadie<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDuJKD1laULDrwZhn1HKL3OoWJclGDOh-COgsC-zgrLIa2XxMI1gM0JIWV33ARTLcTZNTfyRNnjMC_3au72xjR9Q16PE4C7Ad1PEEaKPVEth8o2vFncm1W-39LElQ1TUdRFLA4vBRLc4tqOQexeWRTtx1b7YHOmhF8WwbcjnFS41s_ruiUUIDUUcZAB0X/s781/Beatles%20Sexy%20Sadie%201.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="781" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDuJKD1laULDrwZhn1HKL3OoWJclGDOh-COgsC-zgrLIa2XxMI1gM0JIWV33ARTLcTZNTfyRNnjMC_3au72xjR9Q16PE4C7Ad1PEEaKPVEth8o2vFncm1W-39LElQ1TUdRFLA4vBRLc4tqOQexeWRTtx1b7YHOmhF8WwbcjnFS41s_ruiUUIDUUcZAB0X/s320/Beatles%20Sexy%20Sadie%201.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Who was ‘Sexy Sadie’ in The Beatles song?</span></b></p><p>Lucy Harbron</p><p>Far Out magazine</p><p>Sat 20 January 2024 20:15, UK</p><p>There have been a few instances in history where a song has proved dangerous, even deathly. But none have had as strange or as chilling of a legacy as ‘Sexy Sadie’, The Beatles’ track that has become forever tied to abuse and murder.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sitting on the band’s 1968 The White Album, the song seems utterly harmless on the surface. “Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all,” John Lennon sings on the track, with lyrics that could easily just be about an attractive ex-partner. Even the more cutting or critical lyrics could sit well within the realm of songs from scorned loves. However, the truth of the track is far darker than a bad breaker.</p><p><br /></p><p>“However big you think you are / Sexy Sadie, ooh, you’ll get yours yet,” is perhaps the most telling lyric on the track. It sounds like a pointed finger or the band glaring someone down. Like the Liverpudlian quartet are calling upon karma to come after this person. </p><p><br /></p><p>That’s exactly what they’re doing. When the story of the song is revealed, ‘Sexy Sadie’ turns into a genuine threat. “We know the truth, we know what you did,” the band seem to be saying as they talk directly to a famous figure.</p><p><br /></p><p>Who was ‘Sexy Sadie’?</p><p>‘Sexy Sadie’ was written after the band’s infamous trip to India to study the Maharishi’s Transcendental Meditation. Part of the wave of 1960s counterculture figures fostering a new interest in hallucinogens, meditation and reality broadening, the whole band took off to the retreat along with other figures like actress Mia Farrow. </p><p><br /></p><p>However, they quickly felt uneasy. During their retreat, the band began to suspect that the Maharishi might not be an angelic spiritual figure guiding them to enlightenment but might simply be a crook. His followers began to feel like cult leaders, utterly controlled by the yogi who didn’t seem to practice what he preached. </p><p><br /></p><p>What went down on the trip inspired several songs on the record. At one point, Prudence Farrow heard that the supposedly celibate yogi had hit on and assaulted Mia Farrow, and that his advances were a common occurrence at the retreat.</p><p><br /></p><p>It burst their bubble on the whole experience, suddenly looking at the Maharishi with mistrust and anger. To deal with the situation, Lennon picked up his pen. He said of the song, “That was inspired by Maharishi. I wrote it when we had our bags packed and were leaving.” Initially writing, “Maharishi, what have you done / You made a fool of everyone,” the name in the track was changed to stop the band from getting sued. But the pointed remarks maintain their target.</p><p><br /></p><p>The Charles Manson connection to ‘Sexy Sadie’</p><p>If that story of deceit and abuse wasn’t enough to taint the track, the song’s dark history only got worse upon release.</p><p><br /></p><p>The strange connection between cult leader Charles Manson and The Beatles is well documented. Manson seemed to think that the Liverpudlian band were communicating with him through secret messages throughout The White Album. He believed they were warning him of an upcoming race war that would end in an apocalypse that would make Manson and his followers the leaders and founders of a new world; he called this theory ‘Helter Skelter’. </p><p><br /></p><p>Manson found connections to almost every song. He believed ‘Honey Pie’ was telling him to write an album, and that that album would trigger the war. He thought ‘Piggies’’ was a warning to prepare for Black men overthrowing the establishment, to not trust the police and to take matters into his own hands. In ‘Revolution 9’, he heard warnings of an apocalypse, instructing him to dig a big hole and hide in it to emerge as the new world leader. </p><p><br /></p><p>But ‘Sexy Sadie’ was perhaps the track that pushed Manson’s entire theory over the edge. While the other songs were cryptic and nonspecific, leading to doubt from his followers about Manson’s message, this one felt direct and pointed. It seemed to mention one ‘family member’ by name.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlFPRKszAhhRk5mSAzcexfOx6iNzcaMdlrQEKWBtRmZ5f6FqrsVY4AzJs1flQOnwN7F3pFUqZAiyKrSOhhtKrb2Gk8xIjIEF8fNZ6wJPk-UgKECX_3VeraNUh94IXgFWWEtAYcnHMxvtGaA5O4lrlBoD_L6I15W9hnYsIWUjTEcc4kaaOTrofz9aujpPA/s273/Susan%20Atkins%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="272" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlFPRKszAhhRk5mSAzcexfOx6iNzcaMdlrQEKWBtRmZ5f6FqrsVY4AzJs1flQOnwN7F3pFUqZAiyKrSOhhtKrb2Gk8xIjIEF8fNZ6wJPk-UgKECX_3VeraNUh94IXgFWWEtAYcnHMxvtGaA5O4lrlBoD_L6I15W9hnYsIWUjTEcc4kaaOTrofz9aujpPA/w199-h200/Susan%20Atkins%20.png" width="199" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Who was Susan Atkins?</p><p>Susan Atkins was one of the main members of Charles Manson’s ‘family’. She met Charles Manson in 1967 and quickly fell into his fold, where Manson would routinely drug and abuse his followers, whipping them into violent rages that he’d later use for murders.</p><p><br /></p><p>Nicknamed Sadie Mae Glutz by Manson, upon hearing ‘Sexy Sadie’, they believed the track was directly about Atkins. Tex Watson, another member of the family, said that the lyrics fit Atkins so perfectly “that it made us all sure [the Beatles] had to be singing directly to us.” It was the final push Manson needed to enact the plot he believed the band was telling him.</p><p><br /></p><p>In 1969, Susan Atkins, along with six other Manson family members, carried out the infamous murders of Sharon Tate, Jay Sebring, Abigail Folger, and Wojciech Frykowski, along with Steven Parent, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca. </p><p><br /></p><p>Atkins, despite being rehabilitated and making statements of repentance for her crimes later in her life, served a full life sentence. At the time of her death, she was the longest-serving female prisoner in California, with the record only being surpassed by her two fellow Manson family members, Leslie Van Houten and Patricia Krenwinkel. They claimed they were being held as political prisoners, receiving extended punishment due to the Manson family’s anti-establishment beliefs.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/who-was-sexy-sadie-in-the-beatles-song/" target="_blank">Original Article</a></p><p><br /></p><p><u>Sexy Sadie lyrics</u></p><p>Yeah, it's getting better all the time</p><p>Is that right?</p><p>How fast John?</p><p>However you like, feel it</p><p>Sexy Sadie, what have you done</p><p>You made a fool of everyone</p><p>You made a fool of everyone</p><p>Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done</p><p>Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules</p><p>You laid it down for all to see</p><p>You laid it down for all to see</p><p>Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules</p><p>One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover</p><p>She came along to turn on everyone</p><p>Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all</p><p>Sexy Sadie, how did you know?</p><p>The world was waiting just for you</p><p>The world was waiting just for you</p><p>Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know</p><p>Sexy Sadie, you'll get yours yet</p><p>However big you think you are</p><p>However big you think you are</p><p>Sexy Sadie, ooh, you'll get yours yet</p><p>We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table</p><p>Just a smile would lighten everything</p><p>Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all</p><p><br /></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-2743292210969094742024-01-18T14:23:00.002-05:002024-01-19T17:52:35.013-05:00Spiral Staircase House Identified!<p> Ages ago, in 2013, the blog tour visited with Michael Channels on his Back Porch. We were treated to view his <a href="https://www.mansonblog.com/2013/05/hanging-out-with-michael-on-his-back.html" target="_blank">collection of memorabilia</a>. We took lots of pictures. One picture I took was of an arrest report that Michael had where Manson had been arrested for failure to pay a traffic ticket. On that arrest report Manson gave his address as 3924 Topanga Lane, Malibu.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTgcZAJdXOafzZYct8Wk8ySocgh7xKy19f9UYyV0z1yPlIeGTMKfEQHxWjxLhO8L4maq4Nm4X9uwnFLGnH_jJaAQTemm7teEst5554PVwK4_64_4NsyPxHKPqBz1N1ZPyybSJ6_KO44dqxjA8UTsiLQEjJYu1TpqgICGVtZNSthXc0aRu8HJV-xIOIDJs/s960/Manson%20Traffic%20arrest%202-19-68%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTgcZAJdXOafzZYct8Wk8ySocgh7xKy19f9UYyV0z1yPlIeGTMKfEQHxWjxLhO8L4maq4Nm4X9uwnFLGnH_jJaAQTemm7teEst5554PVwK4_64_4NsyPxHKPqBz1N1ZPyybSJ6_KO44dqxjA8UTsiLQEjJYu1TpqgICGVtZNSthXc0aRu8HJV-xIOIDJs/w400-h300/Manson%20Traffic%20arrest%202-19-68%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Brass Tacks Press, a website that features all things Topanga, has an archive of photos that includes photos from the 1960's in Lower Topanga. Among those photos is a picture of a home that looks to be all boarded up and has a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. There is a house number visible in the picture and it's the same house number that is on Manson's arrest report! </p><p><a href="http://brasstackspress.byethost11.com/archive.html" target="_blank">Photo Archive</a> Scroll to the 1960's and the picture of the house is in that group about 3/4 of the way down the page. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFU7CV9iodymq0RDkBayjrAahuOicKA_xXWyuYhZirNue5SQBWBm5JbXG-mFWyEbKUkVyURf9myawXM5XA2HJ6Th_CPmVxbtD4jn1ZbJ-MwYjDdNJV1tHtlVXcWhzEED7TCfruoCdaBHoRQyL_UZx0Dr9yf7h-HWK6nQsI63x3IxKjjA8oDvvsBNWcWd75/s456/Sprial%20Staircase%20house%203924%20Topanga%20Lane.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="456" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFU7CV9iodymq0RDkBayjrAahuOicKA_xXWyuYhZirNue5SQBWBm5JbXG-mFWyEbKUkVyURf9myawXM5XA2HJ6Th_CPmVxbtD4jn1ZbJ-MwYjDdNJV1tHtlVXcWhzEED7TCfruoCdaBHoRQyL_UZx0Dr9yf7h-HWK6nQsI63x3IxKjjA8oDvvsBNWcWd75/w400-h309/Sprial%20Staircase%20house%203924%20Topanga%20Lane.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihgl59yG8a_n8FXKklBL654ecXD8Zl2E9FnfvmnPDXHE9bxXQkR1yD79U8ip7nBKQHfbDLFnPqtkFIA9wpxbE5gEs0wnoUMaI8ZG843O0MiBrnUgUyS_M-WCq4PaZNk9VCJ_plKLmx66NhI_UUgXJG07HiM40DGtD7E0IL5t880zByiJ4yMbOe2u9ymgJ/s195/Spiral%20Staircase%20house%20number.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="106" data-original-width="195" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihgl59yG8a_n8FXKklBL654ecXD8Zl2E9FnfvmnPDXHE9bxXQkR1yD79U8ip7nBKQHfbDLFnPqtkFIA9wpxbE5gEs0wnoUMaI8ZG843O0MiBrnUgUyS_M-WCq4PaZNk9VCJ_plKLmx66NhI_UUgXJG07HiM40DGtD7E0IL5t880zByiJ4yMbOe2u9ymgJ/s1600/Spiral%20Staircase%20house%20number.png" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>At long last the house has finally been identified.<div><br /></div><div>UPDATE</div><div><br /></div><div>I've gotten a couple of emails that say the house number is photoshopped in the image of the house. I don't believe it is photoshopped. </div><div><br /></div><div>David sent me a link to a piece about an artist named Earl Newman who was interviewed for <a href="https://www.willametteliving.com/checking-in-with-earl-newman/" target="_blank">Willamette Living Magazine</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>The article states in the paragraph just below the rainbow trumpet: </div><div><br /></div><div><i>He related a story about a house he’d sold to a friend in Topanga Canyon (Southern CA)… “…it was kind of a weird place, it was kind of off the main road into Topanga, the houses weren’t a big deal, I sold it to him for $5,000. He never moved in and kind of disappeared, so I went to check on the house, Charles Manson had moved in, so I kind of let it go.”</i></div><div><br /></div><div>If you click on the link "Photo Archive" above and find the picture of the house, click on the picture and it will open in a new window. In the lower left corner of the picture it reads (pic:c/o Newman Family). The Newman family donated that picture to the archive. I have to believe that the picture is genuine. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRVKdFfaOpJbrR5c3Z8EjDUzyYnyBHQ59EmlDRPwqof0lMw6TCUdCVprn_3a72VUSd5QLS01tbQZBHmhVLgE_hTlz6ZWfpBTY2OWWVD0n8gNpEdC7LTiGdLlinxrJ19oa7rvEgke1S6ab9d0IrFkDHroS3GKF7VR2IQwK-mWn6hb_y0QGJMT7cO2krgCz/s1487/Spiral%20Staircase%20house%20Newman.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1487" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRVKdFfaOpJbrR5c3Z8EjDUzyYnyBHQ59EmlDRPwqof0lMw6TCUdCVprn_3a72VUSd5QLS01tbQZBHmhVLgE_hTlz6ZWfpBTY2OWWVD0n8gNpEdC7LTiGdLlinxrJ19oa7rvEgke1S6ab9d0IrFkDHroS3GKF7VR2IQwK-mWn6hb_y0QGJMT7cO2krgCz/w640-h276/Spiral%20Staircase%20house%20Newman.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-11399969898982260402024-01-15T00:46:00.000-05:002024-01-15T00:46:46.571-05:00 Louise LaBianca <p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Manson Family Murders: Victim's Daughter Reflects on Uneasy Journey Through Grief & Forgiveness</span></p><p>For me, the battle has always been one of trying to accept the unacceptable; to believe the unbelievable; and, hardest yet, to forgive the unforgivable</p><p>LOUISE LABIANCA</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEn8mEcL7ki4Y_LZgEsZp1OEY3NqdkI-bsW06zkP28siWBORV1WgVeTOzQfIUMuoujlxEYdgOZQGcyKBUobZhD6uXKQdzx25ZfxSkKozl85EdXD6REdDUQ5bcyB7y_REURPfhgabt4_HW_tfbaX4NilS7iNCsrGcjhgZ9ftNHvy2cPZx_a2Qrxznd6GIX/s702/Louise%20LaBianca%201.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="702" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEn8mEcL7ki4Y_LZgEsZp1OEY3NqdkI-bsW06zkP28siWBORV1WgVeTOzQfIUMuoujlxEYdgOZQGcyKBUobZhD6uXKQdzx25ZfxSkKozl85EdXD6REdDUQ5bcyB7y_REURPfhgabt4_HW_tfbaX4NilS7iNCsrGcjhgZ9ftNHvy2cPZx_a2Qrxznd6GIX/w400-h323/Louise%20LaBianca%201.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>My father, Leno LaBianca, was killed by members of the Manson family in August 1969 when I was 13 years old. The LaBianca name became attached in the media as the Tate-LaBianca murders a few months later, which added doubly to my grief-stricken horror as a young girl. The infamous murders also ended the life of my stepmother Rosemary, a beautiful soul who had been in the LaBianca family for nearly 10 years. We spent holidays and summer vacations together every year. Dad was a proud father who took his responsibilities seriously and provided all of us with many privileged experiences — for me, private schools, beautiful clothes and gifts at Christmas and on my birthday in September every year.</p><p><br /></p><p>I was living in Newport Beach at the time of the murders with my mother and siblings. It was a sad time for me as my 14th birthday was approaching. No more running to the front door to see my dad with his friendly, loving smile and the packages he brought to show his love. No more drives from Newport to L.A. as he sang to me a sentimental song or asked me how I was doing in school. No more greetings from Rose and her talking parrot upon our arrival. All gone because of one horrible night of bloody carnage — and for what purpose? </p><p><br /></p><p>According to the news reports, the Manson family had randomly targeted wealthy or famous individuals in order to gain worldwide attention. "Death to Pigs" scrawled on the walls of the family home, written in my father’s own blood. The facts were presented in daily news reports on television or in the papers, each one more baffling than the next for me. Our family was not known; had no fame or celebrity attached; and not particularly wealthy by comparison to others living in the Los Feliz area. Why did they single us out? I never could understand. I began to shut out the news but it was everywhere.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLNcBdKnuTxuFZ5ytOndQ341l7zuSQac08zJq-M7qWfRLlcSp1Q6cByAYtfBJcaAWbq0AiTSogC7rasDaRHjRLJX1PSIIRgv1Pud9Bhsi6lGtcWqfWq5FcXUTCniDtncPUP7bxBAmfUwjeb8CC2xZybG1NZD5qAtwEV3pR4nEDqm21qF3y98MUJmhjLe5/s631/Louise%20LaBianca%202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="631" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLNcBdKnuTxuFZ5ytOndQ341l7zuSQac08zJq-M7qWfRLlcSp1Q6cByAYtfBJcaAWbq0AiTSogC7rasDaRHjRLJX1PSIIRgv1Pud9Bhsi6lGtcWqfWq5FcXUTCniDtncPUP7bxBAmfUwjeb8CC2xZybG1NZD5qAtwEV3pR4nEDqm21qF3y98MUJmhjLe5/w400-h361/Louise%20LaBianca%202.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>How did I cope? Mainly I turned to close friends and family members, though in all honesty I lost a few childhood friends in the beginning. We moved around; I changed schools several times; and my popularity skills were at an all-time low during those years except when I was with my family. Support groups for victims of violent crimes and their families were non-existent. Nobody knew what to say when they learned about my connection — a victim’s daughter. Their shocked looks told me all I needed to know.</p><p><br /></p><p>A cloud of sorrow seemed to follow me everywhere I went for a while, except when I could find a quiet spot along the beach on any given day of the week. It may sound like a cliché but I found peace in the warm California sun and ocean waves. There I could find solace, swimming in the water even on blustery days, or reading for hours as I stretched out on the sand — always present, in the moment, in my own peaceful reality where I never talked about it with new people I met. Fortunately, I inherited my dad’s warm, friendly smile and zest for life. Those qualities helped me find new pathways to explore, and life became good again. Sometimes I felt a little lost, unsure of where to go next academically. I eventually settled on a path of study in childhood development. For the next 25 years of my life, I spent most of my time enjoyably with young children — my own as well as in my chosen role as a teacher.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4qyHto2uFROT8aH_fsmOg5NaxN4UZYPZneHm15u4hooD4pq9BNroSyesaDCmnb4vaAtI5-69JKlbqjx3dR4TMupimF_QVOlc6ycYrtmaQnisBC0zdUDCWHBbVOaIuoH8kYFrGYLPENoRUbNcxr3PLlreppGbu49-V8p2G00r3agAKuhWeLLzN9q2nS9M/s545/Louise%20LaBianca%203.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="350" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4qyHto2uFROT8aH_fsmOg5NaxN4UZYPZneHm15u4hooD4pq9BNroSyesaDCmnb4vaAtI5-69JKlbqjx3dR4TMupimF_QVOlc6ycYrtmaQnisBC0zdUDCWHBbVOaIuoH8kYFrGYLPENoRUbNcxr3PLlreppGbu49-V8p2G00r3agAKuhWeLLzN9q2nS9M/w258-h400/Louise%20LaBianca%203.png" width="258" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Then the various media reports about the Manson murders came to my awareness, especially those focused on parole hearings — a long, arduous process that has been going on for several years. As a group, the LaBianca family steadfastly opposed any releases on moral and ethical grounds. Some were more vocal than others and participated in the difficult process of attending parole hearings. My cousin Lou Smaldino was one of the most active and well-known members of the LaBianca family, while I personally stayed out of the discussion. I zealously guarded my privacy for many years. Yet something changed within me on a deep level of understanding when the first parole related to the Tate-LaBianca murders took place in July 2023. Leslie Van Houten may have earned her freedom according to California laws. Indeed, she may have worked very hard to earn it. I have no idea. It’s not the LaBianca family’s battle anymore, if it ever was. The California justice system has evidently been at the helm since day one. With the possibility of several more parole releases upcoming in the next few years, speaking out publicly weighs heavily on my mind.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcroTpFg6_wBcSQ57NVSpKqwDCQXQdjMxnztT8kKMrr7F_mrmE6b40RY6ifW1IRuXqGALHl9ymiNZdfDyXkUmUqCc0ATRuZuS7EhYfHwIiIQsxW_a34xqM27Tp5vSRprc2BJDNZB-4Pq6lP81bMQtlJWRrfy3Wvw_ifUSTGFTw2Dk2b66acVSKsWGM8Noi/s572/Louise%20LaBianca%204.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="488" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcroTpFg6_wBcSQ57NVSpKqwDCQXQdjMxnztT8kKMrr7F_mrmE6b40RY6ifW1IRuXqGALHl9ymiNZdfDyXkUmUqCc0ATRuZuS7EhYfHwIiIQsxW_a34xqM27Tp5vSRprc2BJDNZB-4Pq6lP81bMQtlJWRrfy3Wvw_ifUSTGFTw2Dk2b66acVSKsWGM8Noi/w341-h400/Louise%20LaBianca%204.png" width="341" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Did the Tate-LaBianca murders become politicized so much over the past 50-plus years while I was busy raising a family and teaching classes in California schools? I never forgot my father but I certainly wanted to forget the circumstances surrounding his untimely death. For me, the battle has always been one of trying to accept the unacceptable; to believe the unbelievable; and, hardest yet, to forgive the unforgivable. For me, the passage of time changes nothing. As a group, the LaBianca family has been strong in terms of moving on with our lives — to pursue our individual life’s dreams without falling into a clump of tears every time the justice system disappoints us and we are again reminded of our losses. For me, it is an uneasy journey that demands an inner sense of balance and integrity. The farther along the path I travel, the stronger I become as a person and as a spiritual being. The journey continues. </p><p><a href="https://lamag.com/crimeinla/manson-family-murders-victims-daughter-journey-grief-forgiveness" target="_blank">Original Article</a></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-71686360190829596962024-01-08T00:29:00.000-05:002024-01-08T00:29:19.073-05:00Scratch 2<p> After a long holiday hiatus you are probably ready for something new to read. Here's a new batch of scratch for you!</p><p>As you can see by the first page of the pdf some 16mm movie film was taken into evidence during the raids and aftermath at Barker Ranch. It looks like they were not able process the film. You have to wonder if this was the infamous film that everyone has looked for, or maybe film of the Family singing and talking, or if it was film that was already in a camera that was stolen.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl6braMgugD25odbAGVYqkscxn7G7BF59xd26AApvgpYjXkWk9hpG7un82vhfSQMbybL7VJUYsTe4qlDBcLZ6PTB2KAYTjJxFdinMnHLDcrzEfVZ9bnU2za1kipsqi_dZiJ9sPTA4Hy8jt6daBIsKA1fYh_YfMkVdSWyFWef-6mAOEO3KfyGtBbpHhA71/s2390/2005-22_03%20inyo%20co.%20ca.%20police%20rprt_Page_104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2390" data-original-width="1756" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl6braMgugD25odbAGVYqkscxn7G7BF59xd26AApvgpYjXkWk9hpG7un82vhfSQMbybL7VJUYsTe4qlDBcLZ6PTB2KAYTjJxFdinMnHLDcrzEfVZ9bnU2za1kipsqi_dZiJ9sPTA4Hy8jt6daBIsKA1fYh_YfMkVdSWyFWef-6mAOEO3KfyGtBbpHhA71/w294-h400/2005-22_03%20inyo%20co.%20ca.%20police%20rprt_Page_104.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><br /><p><a href="https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:US:5007216c-713b-421d-831b-674405095744" target="_blank">Scratch 2 file</a> 20 pages</p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-53113858313195040112023-12-25T01:16:00.000-05:002023-12-25T01:16:42.666-05:00Happy Christmas!<p> We at the blog wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCnvRQfJ0skM7dvXu0TOnbWW4KbAepIBABq82XXkD-mABfEHnpr4mxBVxpr_GNRjx54EiGJeyGo6gSjlwvltI9vTa3dTsO8W78_zcCsjQrs6zMlZlaEG90RK4nABHfte4JCRk6nT_kMPLh0Kt-TIjgF8PwBWUufVf9uffBMCCqwoZtLQ-O_8KOgfYsz-c/s507/Christmas%20flat.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="507" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCnvRQfJ0skM7dvXu0TOnbWW4KbAepIBABq82XXkD-mABfEHnpr4mxBVxpr_GNRjx54EiGJeyGo6gSjlwvltI9vTa3dTsO8W78_zcCsjQrs6zMlZlaEG90RK4nABHfte4JCRk6nT_kMPLh0Kt-TIjgF8PwBWUufVf9uffBMCCqwoZtLQ-O_8KOgfYsz-c/w400-h299/Christmas%20flat.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-2497110538811700632023-12-21T11:21:00.001-05:002023-12-21T11:21:28.748-05:00The Never-Ending Story Alta Magazine<p> This article was published by <a href="https://www.altaonline.com/dispatches/a45965762/california-parole-incarcerated-bruce-davis-joe-garcia-kate-mcqueen/" target="_blank">Alta magazine</a>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs14_1STsionq5zFq2fzRa0PJDgG2GcUhWtdSc1o6aaN_r8JCgQmU_moE5lPOREluoS-2XInwPP9wHfkEsb9k67Z7VqxRdP0t4ARtJq09msLE6SD4ufUOXeomACd2N5LefSyyH3xLr_hf1mXh74R5mGB37RdnyGqfTmK_Ah3APzR0R4LZVn019GOQugKI/s619/Bruce%20Davis%20mug.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="515" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs14_1STsionq5zFq2fzRa0PJDgG2GcUhWtdSc1o6aaN_r8JCgQmU_moE5lPOREluoS-2XInwPP9wHfkEsb9k67Z7VqxRdP0t4ARtJq09msLE6SD4ufUOXeomACd2N5LefSyyH3xLr_hf1mXh74R5mGB37RdnyGqfTmK_Ah3APzR0R4LZVn019GOQugKI/s320/Bruce%20Davis%20mug.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The Never-Ending Story</p><p>Former Manson family member Bruce Davis is one of more than a hundred high-profile California lifers who face repeated parole denials and gubernatorial reversals.</p><p><br /></p><p>JOE GARCIA AND KATE MCQUEEN </p><p>PUBLISHED: DEC 21, 2023</p><p><br /></p><p><i>Editor’s note: This is a co-authored article. Incarcerated journalist Joe Garcia reported from inside San Quentin State Prison; free-world writer Kate McQueen interviewed sources and wrangled documents on the outside. Garcia serves as the article’s narrator, but the writing itself was a joint effort, with both authors touching all parts of the text.</i></p><p><br /></p><p>When Bruce Davis stepped off a transfer bus at San Quentin State Prison in 2019, the news of his arrival spread quickly through the incarcerated community. A Manson family member now lived among us. Helter skelter. Swastikas carved into foreheads. Fanatical female cultism. All the hype surrounding Charles Manson still had pull 50 years after the fact, even here.</p><p><br /></p><p>As an incarcerated journalist, I’ll admit my curiosity was triggered too. How many reporters can say they walk the yard or sit down to breakfast with the person sometimes referred to as Manson’s right-hand man? Though not involved in the famously gruesome killing of Hollywood star Sharon Tate, Davis was found guilty of two other 1969 Manson family murders, of musician Gary Hinman and stunt person Donald “Shorty” Shea. I approached Davis with aspirations of delving inside the mind of a famous killer.</p><p><br /></p><p>What I found instead was altogether more shocking to me. Our frequent conversations revealed a humble, contrite, down-to-earth old man who had confronted his demons long ago and spent decades working to resolve the dark implications of his own criminal acts. Davis is 81 years old, a born-again Christian whose soft speech is often broken by coughs from emphysema. When he arrived at San Quentin, he moved as if he were made of glass, one fully replaced hip slowed by another badly in need of repair. It’s hard to imagine anyone feeling scared by him today.</p><p><br /></p><p>California’s Board of Parole Hearings had also seen what I witnessed. The board had found Davis suitable for parole right before his transfer to San Quentin. It was his 32nd parole hearing and the sixth consecutive time that the BPH decided he was not a threat to public safety.</p><p><br /></p><p>Parole is the conditional release that rounds out an indeterminate “life term” prison sentence like Davis’s, and like mine. I’ve been incarcerated since 2003, when I shot and killed a fellow drug dealer. And like Davis, in the years since my sentencing, I’ve spent countless hours working to understand what led me to commit my crime and preparing for life outside the walls.</p><p><br /></p><p>In exchange for this type of rehabilitative effort, parole is, in theory, a promise that a lifer may earn their freedom after they’ve served their minimum term. In practice, it is a system that transfers the decisions about release out of the hands of a judge and into the hands of a governor-appointed board that operates with considerable latitude. And in addition to the BPH, lifers in California face another hurdle, the gubernatorial veto, a privilege that only one other state—Oklahoma—permits. Before Davis’s transfer, then–newly inaugurated governor Gavin Newsom reversed the board’s recommendation, becoming the third consecutive governor to deny Davis release.</p><p><br /></p><p>Newsom’s decision surprised none of the outside journalists I spoke to. Nikki Meredith, a retired Bay Area journalist and the author of The Manson Women and Me: Monsters, Morality, and Murder, figured that letting any of the Manson family members go was a risk that verged on political suicide.</p><p><br /></p><p>William J. Drummond and John C. Eagan, two other veteran reporters, said the same thing when I expressed concern about Davis’s situation. Drummond recalled how his Los Angeles Times front-page story on a crashed plane at the California-Nevada border was bumped to below the fold when the news of the Tate-LaBianca murders broke. That kind of crime, when it happens, eclipses all other news.</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s a tough balancing act to take seriously the damages caused by crimes and also make it possible for people guilty of crimes to eventually go home. It’s also the law. California has had a parole system since 1893. In 2005, the state legislature reemphasized California’s long-standing commitment to parole by renaming the Board of Prison Terms as the Board of Parole Hearings, expanding the hearing board, and adding the last two words to the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation name. The state’s parole statutes stipulate that parole “shall normally” be granted. But what rehabilitation actually means, the legislature hasn’t defined.</p><p><br /></p><p>Today, about 33,000 people are serving life sentences in California state prisons. Lifers like Davis, who face repeated parole denials and gubernatorial reversals, are the ultimate stress test for the state’s justice system—one invested in more than retribution. For these high-profile lifers, achieving their physical release from prison requires them to be not only rehabilitated but also freed from the aura surrounding an infamous crime.</p><p><br /></p><p>In order for that to happen, another story, one about the hard work of preparing for release, needs to take its place.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Yq7kOLfTw64bGTZ5ZllGYKSjQ_cTeJzxFdWCHG1TA-UQPOeJ2CqihuRgf7e5PYHJyL4ZDTrjRqcvkaVx4VicgL6k4EiHQRHoPnzQQ86RF1I_Yd00l823gClD2Vwpex6m_mEhinw_Xy2GbT_0T8yBOJ5UcGe2VhwU3-PyFLIb7ygHtmjrxCZnFCrfQsIq/s572/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%201.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Yq7kOLfTw64bGTZ5ZllGYKSjQ_cTeJzxFdWCHG1TA-UQPOeJ2CqihuRgf7e5PYHJyL4ZDTrjRqcvkaVx4VicgL6k4EiHQRHoPnzQQ86RF1I_Yd00l823gClD2Vwpex6m_mEhinw_Xy2GbT_0T8yBOJ5UcGe2VhwU3-PyFLIb7ygHtmjrxCZnFCrfQsIq/w310-h400/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%201.png" width="310" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Few crimes have been as culturally significant as the Manson family’s murders.</p><p><br /></p><p>Committed in the summer of 1969, they fanned the flames of an already explosive year. That July, humans landed on the moon for the first time. War raged in Vietnam. Black Power ascended within the civil rights movement. Hippies descended onto a Woodstock farm. And Nixon had just begun his tenure in the Oval Office. By the time members of the Manson family killed their first victim, Hinman, in a robbery attempt on July 27, 1969, Angelenos were already on edge.</p><p><br /></p><p>Writer Joan Didion, then living in Hollywood, was one of them. Despite many carefree moments, “there were odd things going around town,” Didion reported in her essay “The White Album.” “This mystical flirtation with the idea of ‘sin’—this sense that it was possible to go ‘too far,’ and that many people were doing it—was very much with us.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Hinman’s death didn’t make the Los Angeles Times. But news of the August 9 murders at Tate’s house on Cielo Drive “traveled like brushfire,” Didion remembered. Five victims shot, stabbed, or throttled in what appeared to be a ritualistic mass murder. The murders of supermarket executive Leno LaBianca and his wife, Rosemary, the following day further fueled the hysteria. By the time the final victim, Shea, disappeared on August 25, panic had set in.</p><p><br /></p><p>From August until the indictments of Manson family members in December, Los Angeles was gripped by the apparently chance sequence of events surrounding the crimes, their terrible violence, and the circus atmosphere of the trial. Didion was not alone in feeling certain that the year’s crimes “did not fit into any narrative I knew.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Her brother-in-law, journalist Dominick Dunne, made similar observations in his 1999 memoir. “The shock waves that went through the town were beyond anything I had ever seen before,” he wrote. “People were convinced that the rich and famous of the community were in peril. Children were sent out of town. Guards were hired. Steve McQueen packed a gun when he went to [Manson family victim] Jay Sebring’s funeral.”</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s in the context of these inexplicable crimes that Didion wrote “The White Album” ’s iconic first sentence: “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” And out of the fog of fear, prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi spun the first significant story around the Manson family, one that recognized our deep societal need for monsters.</p><p><br /></p><p>“These defendants are not human beings, ladies and gentlemen,” Bugliosi told the jury during the first Tate-LaBianca trial. “These defendants are human monsters, human mutations.”</p><p><br /></p><p>This interpretation still seems to exert a cultural hold. It appears, notably, in Newsom’s 2019 statement reversing Davis’s parole grant. “Mr. Davis was part of one of the most notorious criminal cults in California history,” it reads. “It is difficult to overstate how impactful these crimes were on the people of California. They left a legacy of terror and pain that continues to haunt the state today.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Ask anyone on the street whether they can identify a Manson family member by name, and the answer is likely no. But haunting can take many forms. The current one, congealed and reworked by popular culture into a “Manson-industrial complex,” as cultural critic Peter Biskind called it, has produced some 60-odd books, feature films, documentaries, and TV series as well as an opera.</p><p><br /></p><p>The fresh onslaught of retrospectives delivered by the 50th anniversary of the murders didn’t add much clarity. But they spoke to the continued hold the story has on the American public. Quentin Tarantino’s 2019 film about the Manson era, Once Upon a Time in…Hollywood, with its evocative fairy-tale title and revenge-fantasy ending—in which the bodies knifed and bloodied are those of dirty hippies rather than the beautiful Hollywood elite—did offer one piece of insight. It’s an alternate history that channels the memory of the trauma and a desire for retribution that is difficult to escape.</p><p><br /></p><p>One of Davis’s first appearances in the public narrative of the Manson family’s crimes occurred on December 3, 1970, when he surrendered outside Los Angeles’s Hall of Justice. A front-page photo in the Los Angeles Times captured the moment as Davis—bearded and barefoot and grinning, with a freshly carved X displayed just between his eyebrows—disappeared into the court building. Fifteen months later, on March 14, 1972, a jury found him guilty of first-degree murder, after 12 days of deliberation. The judge sentenced the 28-year-old to seven years to life in prison.</p><p><br /></p><p>The story of what led him to surrender at that courthouse was one of the first things I hoped to learn from Davis when I started meeting with him in San Quentin’s common areas, wherever we could find a peaceful spot for conversation. From these talks, and his parole transcripts, a far different picture of Davis emerged.</p><p><br /></p><p>A Louisiana boy who enrolled briefly at the University of Tennessee before hitchhiking west in his early 20s, Davis worked odd jobs to make ends meet. Wherever he could, he’d rely on his considerable skills as a welder, a trade passed down to him by his father. These skills were the only source of positive memories of an otherwise mean-spirited alcoholic.</p><p><br /></p><p>For Davis, the 1960s were a time of drug-addled absence, which he looks back on as “aimless, desperate, seeking.” It was in this spirit of disjointed wanderlust that he first encountered Manson at the cult’s Topanga Canyon complex in the spring of 1968—lounging in a tree-shaded antique bathtub with several young women. Davis had been taken there by a mutual friend, and the two stayed for a while, playing music, doing drugs, enjoying the female company. He was immediately attracted to Manson, whom he saw as a charming, talented person with lots of musician friends.</p><p><br /></p><p>A year later, after some months of traveling, Davis settled in with the Manson family, even as the situation changed from peace and love to something harder. When the group, who otherwise lived off stolen credit cards, decided to try out robbery on a larger scale, Davis played a role as Manson’s driver. Some of the girls got it into their heads that Hinman, a young music teacher who lived nearby in Topanga Canyon, had an inheritance they could take. In late July, the group invaded Hinman’s home with extortion in mind. After days of threats and torture, Hinman was stabbed and died from wounds to the chest.</p><p><br /></p><p>Davis said he did not know in advance about or participate in the attacks on the Tate and LaBianca households a few weeks later. But he told me that when he found out what his companions had done, it didn’t change his perspective: “It didn’t mean a thing as long as I had what I wanted—sex, drugs, rock ’n’ roll.”</p><p><br /></p><p>He was involved in the death of their last victim, Shea, a general hand at Spahn Ranch, where the family had moved its compound. Manson was convinced Shea was a “snitch.” No one asked questions when Manson organized Charles “Tex” Watson, Steve “Clem” Grogan, Bill Vance, and Davis to get Shea into a car on the pretense of picking up new car parts in town. On the drive, they pulled off to the side of the Santa Susana Pass, an old road between the San Fernando and Simi Valleys, and attacked him in the underbrush. Shea was stabbed by Manson and the others. Grogan delivered the fatal blow. They buried him in late August, near Spahn Ranch. Shea’s body was eventually found with information from Grogan, who described the burial place in return for early release, in 1985.</p><p><br /></p><p>Davis recalled that during Shea’s murder, he walked away, down the hill and up a creek bed to the ranch. He went into one of the bunkhouses and slept for a long time. But the shock wore off within a few days, and until Manson’s arrest on October 12, 1969, he carried on with life at the ranch. Afterward, Davis hid out with a couple of young women in San Bernardino. Then one morning, he woke up and knew he was going to turn himself in. “That was my first good decision in a long time—I suppose my first step toward rehabilitation, in kind of a left-handed way,” Davis said. “I didn’t realize the implications of it. I just knew that I couldn’t live on the run.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHEK3-5mcNr-IfWJpdx4_vr6moQTHsF2QT5JDXk4ONVIwE1ZTxk5cwa1yUbOoezDvJEEzLpQ3Xy_oQYi_epn0a-Yr3iex4Ahi7VwXkuA3bBpcgR_6Wn8nkZzrxlXXRQKIgd1hBVPzfvOXf9L3sFl9aC26cS2U9Ln8kumixZpfHo2hwFoq9c3VL3DYhrCyU/s572/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHEK3-5mcNr-IfWJpdx4_vr6moQTHsF2QT5JDXk4ONVIwE1ZTxk5cwa1yUbOoezDvJEEzLpQ3Xy_oQYi_epn0a-Yr3iex4Ahi7VwXkuA3bBpcgR_6Wn8nkZzrxlXXRQKIgd1hBVPzfvOXf9L3sFl9aC26cS2U9Ln8kumixZpfHo2hwFoq9c3VL3DYhrCyU/w308-h400/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%202.png" width="308" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I couldn’t hang out with Davis for long and not cross paths with someone who knew him from California Men’s Colony (CMC), in San Luis Obispo, where he served the majority of his sentence. As a nonchurchgoing person, it didn’t occur to me right away that Davis’s friends view him as an essential presence in their Christian community. Whenever they talk about Davis, they invariably mention his unwavering faith and the impression he’s made on their own religious experiences.</p><p><br /></p><p>One of them is Derry Brown. Brotha D, as he’s affectionately known, never hesitated to stop whatever he was doing and hug Davis warmly when he saw him. In other prison situations, it’s unheard of for men of different ethnicities and races—in this case, one Black, one white—to display their camaraderie so freely on the yard. But the sincerity of Brown and Davis’s friendship superseded racial boundaries.</p><p><br /></p><p>Before arriving at CMC in 2001, Brown had heard all the prison rumors about one of Charles Manson’s followers being a pillar of the church, so he knew who Davis was before he got to know him personally. They fellowshipped as brothers, and, Brown told me, “I came to love him as a brother.”</p><p><br /></p><p>“It’s a trip to juxtapose his journey with Manson’s,” Brown said. “Just the other day, there was some footage of Charles Manson on TV way back before he died, and he just looked so ancient—not at all vibrant and full of life like Bruce. It’s obvious that Bruce’s faith has kept him going strong. That’s why he’s still around.” Brown was close with Davis at CMC and then at San Quentin; he has since been released on parole.</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s true that Davis is one of San Quentin’s most visible elderly residents. Before his latest hip replacement surgery, in September 2021, he made it a point to come out to the yard for a few hours each day to conduct impromptu Bible studies. Sometimes he’d sit on an upside-down five-gallon plastic bucket with a worn woolen blanket folded on top, surrounded by handfuls of men, some he’d known for years and others he’d only just met. The sloped length of faded asphalt overlooking the yard became his pulpit. Beside him lay his drab aquamarine guitar case and his state-issued mesh laundry bag, in which he transported his treasured leather Bible.</p><p><br /></p><p>Other times—depending on the weather and San Quentin’s yard schedule—Davis stood alone, strumming his guitar and rasping serenely. “The Lord has got my back,” went the signature verse of his own original song. “The Holy Ghost is pulling my slack.… The Devil had me down. And Jesus is putting my feet on solid ground.”</p><p><br /></p><p>For many who spend time with Davis, his faith is what matters. Roberto Morales, for one, did not know who Davis was when he caught one of his sermons at CMC in 2013. But Morales liked what he heard and signed up for Davis’s Bible study curriculum.</p><p><br /></p><p>“It was the first time in my life I was meeting an authentic Christian,” Morales, who is now at California State Prison, Corcoran, said. “A man who’s lived his faith. He lives and breathes Jesus Christ. And he has this quiet sense of dignity, very unassuming. To me, he’s just a friend. I can’t imagine him being involved [with the Manson family].”</p><p><br /></p><p>Nearing the end of the base term of his 35-years-to-life sentence, 65-year-old Morales is facing his own BPH hurdles as a three-striker struck out on burglary charges. When he walked side by side with Davis on mild sunny mornings, their bright smiles and conversation seemed almost out of place along the dusty cement track. Somehow, Morales’s broad six-three, 225-pound frame never dwarfed Davis.</p><p><br /></p><p>“He’s like this little hillbilly gnome, but you cannot avoid being impacted by him,” Morales said. “He’s helped me realize the transcendence of the Christian journey.”</p><p><br /></p><p>He considers Davis’s repeated BPH denials morally unconscionable.</p><p><br /></p><p>“It’s so sad,” Morales said. “There’s a lot of men like Bruce in prison. They just want to go fishing, go feed the pigeons in the park. We give lip service to rehabilitation, but the idea of redemption—that’s a whole different ball game there. God’s honest truth—I’d do five more years in prison if they’d just let Bruce go.”</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-USAKTc0AZdjWagF5bGVxDxbVDUqjh5_YY5yk6nhu0yJwQ3O_KOSgbGVPCQ1wj_VQqR538GIRp6krC04SRWg6nkFz48QmPXX7uLu0RBQCqMTyWHLeJAzepeMLszVkOk44OkS6-nEDU-D35bbCh8BRBicbFQqrQdoqocY0pOMjcn84SbNwiovfMGM_eUO/s570/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%203.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="457" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-USAKTc0AZdjWagF5bGVxDxbVDUqjh5_YY5yk6nhu0yJwQ3O_KOSgbGVPCQ1wj_VQqR538GIRp6krC04SRWg6nkFz48QmPXX7uLu0RBQCqMTyWHLeJAzepeMLszVkOk44OkS6-nEDU-D35bbCh8BRBicbFQqrQdoqocY0pOMjcn84SbNwiovfMGM_eUO/w321-h400/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%203.png" width="321" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Davis has been parole-eligible since 1977. He first went before the BPH in 1978. His parole was denied. The same thing happened in 1981, 1982, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 2000, 2001, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, and 2008.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then the unexpected occurred. He was found suitable for release in 2010, a decision subsequently vetoed by then-governor Arnold Schwarzenegger. The same process—the board grant, the governor veto—took place again in 2012, 2014, 2015, 2017, 2019, and 2021.</p><p><br /></p><p>The number of times Davis has gone before the board is rare. His need to go is not. The opportunity for parole is a reality for the majority of the people convicted of felonies in the United States. According to the Sentencing Project, a nonprofit working for decarceration, most states make use of indeterminate sentencing. Of them, California holds the largest lifer population, around 30 percent of the state’s total prison population.</p><p><br /></p><p>Parole hearings are a tough hurdle, and with the additional obstacle of the governor veto in California, historically, few have managed to clear it. Until 2008, the number of prisoners found parole-suitable by the BPH remained below 8 percent, while the gubernatorial-reversal rate was high, between 70 and 100 percent.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then the Supreme Court of California intervened, deciding in the landmark 2008 case re Lawrence that the BPH and the governor must provide “some evidence” of a prisoner’s current dangerousness beyond the original crime to justify parole denial. Thanks to another case decided that same year, re Shaputis, the nature of that evidence can be vague; a “lack of insight” could be enough to constitute a threat to the public.</p><p><br /></p><p>Still, the number of lifers who have been paroled has steadily increased. The board released 1,201 life prisoners in 2020, its highest number ever. More than 10,000 lifers have been released since re Lawrence.</p><p><br /></p><p>The BPH is made up of 21 full-time, governor-appointed commissioners and dozens of deputy commissioners who serve as civil servants. Working in pairs, one commissioner and one deputy commissioner preside over a parole-suitability hearing, which proceeds in an interview-like fashion over the course of several hours. In addition to the commissioners, the prisoner, and their attorney, a few others may be present—a representative from the district attorney’s office, victims or their representatives, and, in limited circumstances, members of the media.</p><p><br /></p><p>Parole hearings are not trials. They do not introduce new evidence. They do not relitigate crimes. They are not supposed to dwell on the nature of the crime or what gets referred to as “unchanging historical factors.” Rather, their purpose—set by re Lawrence and re Shaputis—is to assess how prepared a prisoner is to reenter society.</p><p><br /></p><p>Parole hearings are, however, a deeply narrative process. And, as in trials, there are often two stories vying for control. One is the story of rehabilitation presented by the prisoner. And the other is what UC Law San Francisco professor Hadar Aviram refers to in her book Yesterday’s Monsters: The Manson Family Cases and the Illusion of Parole as the “moral memory” of the crime, contained in the statements from victims or their representatives and the district attorney’s office.</p><p><br /></p><p>In Davis’s case, this other set of narrators includes a member of the Los Angeles County District Attorney’s Office and victim representatives, who entered the BPH process in 2012. Debra Tate, a younger sister of Manson family victim Sharon Tate, began appearing as a victim representative of the Hinman family at Davis’s hearings after he was first found suitable for parole.</p><p><br /></p><p>Since re Shaputis, success with the BPH largely hinges on a prisoner’s ability to demonstrate “insight” into their crime. In other words, what matters is how coherently a person can explain the circumstances of their crime, how genuinely they can express remorse, and how fully they can present a transformed version of themselves. As Aviram makes clear, it’s a subjective assessment based significantly on the interview performance.</p><p><br /></p><p>The first time Davis was recommended for parole, the level of detail he offered in his story seemed to be a deciding factor. In his decision, presiding commissioner Robert Doyle said that Davis articulated a level of insight that “didn’t happen overnight.… It was a slow comer.”</p><p><br /></p><p>From that hearing forward, his ability to delineate pivotal moments kept the parole grants coming. Over the years, Davis has reflected on a difficult relationship with his father. Then there was his decision to become sober in 1974, while at Folsom State Prison, which opened him up to a whole new world of emotions. He’s also talked about witnessing the murder of a young Black man in prison around the same time. Looking at that youth covered in blood, Davis told me during one of our long talks, “all of a sudden, I realized what I’d done, and I knew that I really deserved to be in prison.”</p><p><br /></p><p>For Davis, though, the most profound moment in his story was his conversion to Christianity the same year he became sober. An inner voice told him to look out at the yard. Everyone in Folsom’s recreational area suddenly transformed into images from a dark and eerie end of days. “They were cloaked with death. It really frightened me,” Davis said. “When that light came on, it showed all my dirt. It exposed me.” Believing he deserved to die for his sins, he threw his hands up to the heavens and gave himself over to the Lord.</p><p><br /></p><p>In the years following, Davis studied and embraced the Bible. He found a home in the Christian church at CMC and eventually earned a doctorate in theology from Bethany Theological Seminary. For his dissertation, Davis wrote “Spiritual Manual for Maturing Christians,” a curriculum of 10 chapters that he has taught to others ever since. It includes sections called “Your Future: Picture It” and—with unintentional irony—“Re-entry: Returning to Society.”</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_I976uGTYmbrHL-f8RRg4erbiEK-eLvgF8QfD-VXYfGCXPF5B8WoKX-zzQqquy6aNaLtRT7KhVuW329vu5kj1jHLyXqaKUXkiAhXur3Ia98xQVh69W5WL7rmd6z9eUrdRG9VKzzQ2VKMZdZblJLwHbQ4NsfLSgyBamwCTQOnGR5jRSngoMaRAHIIw-ZN1/s576/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%204.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="452" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_I976uGTYmbrHL-f8RRg4erbiEK-eLvgF8QfD-VXYfGCXPF5B8WoKX-zzQqquy6aNaLtRT7KhVuW329vu5kj1jHLyXqaKUXkiAhXur3Ia98xQVh69W5WL7rmd6z9eUrdRG9VKzzQ2VKMZdZblJLwHbQ4NsfLSgyBamwCTQOnGR5jRSngoMaRAHIIw-ZN1/w314-h400/Bruce%20Davis%20Alta%204.png" width="314" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The problem with paying so much attention to insight during parole hearings, critics point out, is that too much emphasis falls on emotion and introspection and not enough on measurable criteria, like professional and therapeutic development, which have been the cornerstones of the California prison system’s correctional approach since 2005.</p><p><br /></p><p>Davis is a textbook example of the rehabilitated prisoner. He’s had no disciplinary write-ups since 1980, and his in-prison vita reflects an exceptional work ethic. Over the past 50 years, Davis has held down a huge range of jobs—as an operator in a printing plant, a clerk, a building orderly, a porter, a culinary department runner, a teacher’s aide, and an instructor.</p><p><br /></p><p>In addition to the Bethany doctorate, he’s graduated from drafting and steel-welding programs, and he’s taken academic courses through Pennsylvania State University, Ohio University’s Patton College of Education, and Berean School of the Bible. He’s made his way through Alcoholics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, the Alternatives to Violence Project, and Yokefellows, a faith-based peer-counseling group. He’s undergone Gestalt therapy, guided imagery therapy, psychotherapy, rational emotive behavior therapy, transactional analysis, and stress management and relaxation training.</p><p><br /></p><p>To get a sense of just how much programming this is, consider the closing remarks of Davis’s lawyer, Michael Beckman, during the 2010 parole hearing: “When my client asked what he could do to make himself more ready for parole, Commissioner [James] Davis [the previous presiding commissioner] did not—because he could not—give him an answer.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Beckman, an L.A.-based attorney who’s been focused on parole law since 1985, represented Davis for 17 years, first under state appointment and then pro bono. During this time, he became more outspoken about the rationale for keeping Davis in prison, even comparing the parole board’s actions to vigilantism. Beckman has made the case again and again that the governor’s continued reversals convert a sentence of life with the possibility of parole into a sentence of life without the possibility of parole.</p><p><br /></p><p>“As held by the California Supreme Court in re Dannenberg, no prisoner can be held for a period grossly disproportionate to his individual culpability for the commitment offense,” Beckman pointed out at Davis’s 2017 hearing. “Such excessive confinement violates the cruel and unusual punishment clause of the California Constitution.”</p><p><br /></p><p>In 2019, Beckman put it in plainer terms: “My client is a political prisoner at this point, plain and simple.”</p><p><br /></p><p>The presiding commissioner that year, Arthur Anderson, came to a similar conclusion. In his decision to grant Davis parole, he reasoned, “The Supreme Court says after a long period of time, immutable factors such as this commitment offense, prior criminality, unstable social history may no longer indicate a current risk of danger in light of a lengthy period of positive rehabilitation.… Well, we must do the right thing and follow the law because if we don’t follow the law, why have a law?”</p><p><br /></p><p>Commissioner Deborah San Juan, who presided over Davis’s parole hearing in January 2021, led with an effort to speak directly to the concerns raised in the governor’s veto. Her interview went point by point through Newsom’s objections, in search of concrete answers. She and deputy commissioner Neal Chambers found Davis suitable for release, citing as special considerations his age, his long-term confinement, his diminished physical condition, and, as San Juan told Davis, his ability to be “open and honest and understanding of what your actions caused.”</p><p><br /></p><p>The sticky issue of notoriety still came up. Chambers voiced concern about potential post-parole challenges related to Davis’s fame and asked him explicitly about his plans to speak or write a book about his crime.</p><p><br /></p><p>Davis’s answer? “When I speak from a pulpit to a religious group, obviously I want to tell them what Jesus did for me. The caveat is I will never talk about my case except to just admit it,” he said. “My message to them is the message of redemption by Christ through his grace. That’s the message.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet Newsom reversed that BPH decision, too.</p><p><br /></p><p>On July 8, 2022, Davis went before the board again. This latest hearing inserted a new twist into his story. The assigned commissioners, Julie Garland and Rachel Stern, denied his parole, after more than a decade of grants by their colleagues. Nothing had changed in Davis’s vita. Still, the commissioners saw in Davis’s story a minimization of personal responsibility and, as Garland put it, a lack of “change, growth and maturity.” They also perceived his ability to tell his own story as a threat, even in a religious context.</p><p><br /></p><p>Commissioner Garland explained that she was concerned about Davis’s “willingness to speak to church groups or others about your, as you call it, redemption.”</p><p><br /></p><p>“You are notorious,” she continued. “The potential impact of you speaking about yourself and your past and your involvement with the Manson family could not only affect the victim’s family, which it clearly would, but it could impact public safety and that others may be inspired to follow a similar path as you.… Our concern is this idea that you want to talk about redemption cannot be disconnected from your involvement with the Manson family.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Davis’s next hearing is scheduled for January 18, 2024.</p><p><br /></p><p>What recourse exists for Davis, and for other lifers who face regular parole denials or reversals?</p><p><br /></p><p>We reached out to the BPH for comment; the press office provided us with the general guidelines outlined for the parole board commissioners from the California Code of Regulations, title 15, section 2281, but no additional solutions.</p><p><br /></p><p>The legal experts we consulted had more to say. Heidi Rummel, a USC Gould School of Law clinical professor of law and a co-director of the Post-Conviction Justice Project, pointed out that the remedy can come from the courts. “There is a due process liberty interest in parole in California, which is unusual. Most states don’t have that,” she said. Re Lawrence found that if the governor or the board does not offer a sound legal basis for denying parole, that decision can be overturned by a court. Judicial review has played an important role in shifting the emphasis in parole board decisions to genuinely assessing risk and rehabilitation.</p><p><br /></p><p>This solution did, in fact, work recently for another Manson family member, Leslie Van Houten. Like Davis, Van Houten was sentenced to seven years to life for murder. She went before the BPH successfully five times, only to have her parole grant reversed each time by California governors. Her lawyers challenged the vetoes before a California Court of Appeal, and in May 2023, the judge ruled in Van Houten’s favor. She was released in July.</p><p><br /></p><p>Beckman would like to see the review standard tightened to something more concrete than “some” evidence, at the very least when it comes to the governor’s review. “An improvement would be requiring a preponderance of the evidence, with current datasets of clear and convincing evidence to overturn [the board’s decision],” he said.</p><p><br /></p><p>California could also choose to get rid of the gubernatorial veto, which often incentivizes the politicization of crimes and parole. That’s just one of several suggestions Aviram lays out in Yesterday’s Monsters. There is room for other institutional changes as well.</p><p><br /></p><p>A big step forward would be to diversify the BPH, which has traditionally been heavy on former law enforcement officers and former prosecutors. Aviram recommends adding people with backgrounds in social work and those with firsthand experience being incarcerated as a way to correct for the confirmation bias and tunnel vision that can come from a shared professional background.</p><p><br /></p><p>“If parole is really designed to protect society, the preoccupation with the symbolic meaning of the crime of confinement, especially decades after the fact, is inappropriate,” Aviram writes in Yesterday’s Monsters. “The protection of public safety, as well as the wise and prudent expenditure of public funds, should lead the hearings to focus on whether inmates might commit future crimes, not on moral judgements about their virtues and flaws.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Some of these changes have been proposed in a new piece of parole-reform legislation, California Senate Bill 81, introduced by Senators Nancy Skinner and Josh Becker on January 12, 2023. The bill would require the BPH to cite more objective criteria for denial, including a “preponderance of the evidence,” and it would put in place a more robust oversight process. (On October 8, shortly before we went to press, Newsom vetoed the bill.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Until 2022, every time the BPH found Davis suitable for parole, he waited patiently to see what would happen to him. He once learned that Governor Jerry Brown had vetoed the decision when another prisoner at CMC saw the story on the TV news and offered their condolences. Davis has held off on undergoing hip replacement twice, awaiting the outcome of a pair of hearings. But he went ahead with the latest surgery after the latest veto. As he stepped gingerly around San Quentin post-replacement, his friends and Christian brothers prayed that the system would let Davis go next time.</p><p><br /></p><p>The attention paid to him by those around him is never lost on Davis. He’s humbled by his status as a respected elder figure within the community. Whether in casual talks while limping around the yard or in one-on-one theological discussions or in the center of a group Bible study, Davis believes he’s serving his best purpose in the here and now.</p><p><br /></p><p>Despite the successful hip replacements and the bout with COVID he survived—the ever-youthful glimmer in Davis’s eyes notwithstanding—I see an increased fragility in him. California Correctional Health Care Services can do only so much for so long. I’ve never discussed mortality with him directly, other than to ask, “How are you feeling? How’s it going?” To which he always replies, “Fine. Great,” before launching into talk of spiritual eternity.</p><p><br /></p><p>The last time I spoke to Davis, shortly after his most recent BPH denial, he had begun focusing instead on a different kind of story, one written down and printed in a small pamphlet during his CMC days. He arrived at San Quentin with bulk copies of this “tract,” as he calls it—a testimonial he gave out freely until they were almost gone. He now hoped to get an updated and improved version printed. It seemed to be extremely important to him. Perhaps his health and age were spurring him to put his words down in print, to focus his narrative energies on his epitaph rather than on his interviews before the board.</p><p><br /></p><p>While Davis worked on his document, the conversation on rehabilitation in California took a politically progressive turn. Last spring, Newsom visited San Quentin to announce a bold plan—a transformation of the prison into a new kind of facility focused on rehabilitation, education, and job preparation. According to the vaguely proposed design, a “center for innovation” might occupy the space currently used by death row and the Prison Industry Authority warehouse. With this center, Newsom said, “we take the next step in our pursuit of true rehabilitation, justice, and safer communities through this evidenced-backed investment, creating a new model for safety and justice—the California Model—that will lead the nation.”</p><p><br /></p><p>For this model to work effectively, it will not only require the facade of transformation at California’s oldest prison. It will also require a concerted effort to change the hearts and minds of the public, who will have to give up their monsters to make room for a new vision of rehabilitation. It’s an invitation to cast aside cynicism and to dream of a legal system that lives up to its restorative potential. It might even be possible to imagine a new chapter to the narratives of lifers like Davis. It’s a pie in the sky for now, but maybe one day soon it will be a more fitting ending to this story of justice and incarceration. To be continued…•</p><p><a href="https://www.altaonline.com/dispatches/a45965762/california-parole-incarcerated-bruce-davis-joe-garcia-kate-mcqueen/" target="_blank">Original Article</a></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-13485786180637284812023-12-18T00:32:00.000-05:002023-12-18T00:32:11.556-05:00Seldom Seen Charlene<p> I ran across this picture of Charlene Cafritz in a newspaper archive. I had to fiddle with the brightness to bring her face out so the rest of the image is washed out. I don't think we have seen any pictures of Charlene during the Manson years. She looks healthy in this picture.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaCK12koqLS43NhiucWCFv7JHPmnj4Do2x59uJhGrQIAvFiDNz2v4G-M5jXEgQ2fnGKKAhvk8k0E2sFFh-fWTJIOJB98mcQcD8UvoxDeloBXmu3G6Wl7GkH_dQwuQx7b6JOQ5RDJOFMx7ad9ZZIo8EgNHJzsrOeZgVlnXu01qzxvJDMStATAFWA_taguA/s976/Charlene%20Cafritz%202-11-69.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="489" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaCK12koqLS43NhiucWCFv7JHPmnj4Do2x59uJhGrQIAvFiDNz2v4G-M5jXEgQ2fnGKKAhvk8k0E2sFFh-fWTJIOJB98mcQcD8UvoxDeloBXmu3G6Wl7GkH_dQwuQx7b6JOQ5RDJOFMx7ad9ZZIo8EgNHJzsrOeZgVlnXu01qzxvJDMStATAFWA_taguA/w320-h640/Charlene%20Cafritz%202-11-69.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-52720214161482611352023-12-11T00:16:00.000-05:002023-12-11T00:16:44.631-05:00 The Hatfield's, McCoy's and Charlie Manson
<p> </p><p>Fred and Sheila McCoy from the Hatfield and McCoy Museum Adventures go on a road trip to stop by some Charles Manson related locations in Kentucky. Fred also explains how Manson is related to the McCoy's which as near as I could tell from Fred's wandering report means that he is also distantly related to Manson.</p><p>Honestly, the video is way too long for the information given and might be best viewed behind a couple of fingers of good ole Kentucky whisky, by the end I found Fred and Sheila to be absolutely endearing. They have undaunting energy. * Spoiler Alert * Fred really, really does not like Devil Anse Hatfield. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qJNgBfu5JwI?si=rQJKbuJw0eLYzbOV" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-40423765380319019692023-12-04T01:04:00.000-05:002023-12-04T01:04:47.987-05:00Scratch<p> Scratch is a term that law enforcement uses for the notes that they take. They are informal and much like the notes and lists we make for ourselves, they can be on a variety of different types of paper written with whatever writing implement we have handy, with our own abbreviations. </p><p>Some of the notes in the pdf are hard to read and decipher, I haven't quite figured all of them out. The notes do offer a look at the steps LE takes to develop leads to further the investigation. Not all leads pan out and some are bogus.</p><p>I will be posting the scratch over the next few weeks in small batches. If you look at it all at once, it's just too overwhelming.</p><p>On page 20 of the file there is mention of Bill Vance and Topanga Stables, it's something about a car given to the owner of the stables and Bill wanting the car back so he can start a church as near as I can tell.</p><p>I did a search on Topanga Stables and found that Phil and Karen Schoonmaker owned it. In 1968 there were ads in the local newspaper for horses that were for sale at the stables.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGi_G3mUddPQuCrtVH3edn8ZY3GmHDOuqQ6N8DuReNETdRstfMa3NqAGcwlpeObPdzpeoM1N2Df52pExOjNqpiPQH5dPrdzrQX4ejQubdeMTEh951hWg_1sjyl_3J1J6Cev9AmJJa3m200FgF3fTig0DKzF9WfgNV7EMV_6dBomWyB5E2hcDdzP6I-9bg/s392/Topanga%20Stables%207-4-68.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="252" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGi_G3mUddPQuCrtVH3edn8ZY3GmHDOuqQ6N8DuReNETdRstfMa3NqAGcwlpeObPdzpeoM1N2Df52pExOjNqpiPQH5dPrdzrQX4ejQubdeMTEh951hWg_1sjyl_3J1J6Cev9AmJJa3m200FgF3fTig0DKzF9WfgNV7EMV_6dBomWyB5E2hcDdzP6I-9bg/s320/Topanga%20Stables%207-4-68.png" width="206" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>In September of 1969 Phil Schoonmaker received a Distinguished Service Citation from LASD for aiding in the arrest of arsonists.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tPyJ_2W-z29DFQOaWi8tALR9402wR-D1c6xNnuD0k7pSjx3_HVYnTxecWXthOmJNQv0cGmqUgKpXHHHLy5lS-wcL6VJvsqVTSY_R1uV7UdR-exImoIKQul7Cczm-xcQawhAZhhMkWJ7J6BPAWQvhOf1psJHQeqa-wG69NcAyNexiYeR1hrybzX8qINe7/s543/Topanga%20Stables%209-16-69.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="273" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tPyJ_2W-z29DFQOaWi8tALR9402wR-D1c6xNnuD0k7pSjx3_HVYnTxecWXthOmJNQv0cGmqUgKpXHHHLy5lS-wcL6VJvsqVTSY_R1uV7UdR-exImoIKQul7Cczm-xcQawhAZhhMkWJ7J6BPAWQvhOf1psJHQeqa-wG69NcAyNexiYeR1hrybzX8qINe7/s320/Topanga%20Stables%209-16-69.png" width="161" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Topanga Stables was a place where the public could go on trail rides much like Spahn Ranch. This is a portion of an article about the different places to go trail riding in LA.</p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SR67JvxKcTgHQu3bHX6p4Tv1ulLtsIlbX8EFQIugVSNZFL5Jp8HvR6E1iIzurqkfc-ALd8yIa8htyyO4hxU9r95ESmiNPmKHj6lF1fLkgO4d3XGWNakzVJyqyUho2xaBuhYeez20fkyWrHs5G6JQpNr3h_WoH5wgvU4FQkZVnawGzrqBi_dwGzAmy30G/s632/Topanga%20Stables%206-7-70.png"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="579" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SR67JvxKcTgHQu3bHX6p4Tv1ulLtsIlbX8EFQIugVSNZFL5Jp8HvR6E1iIzurqkfc-ALd8yIa8htyyO4hxU9r95ESmiNPmKHj6lF1fLkgO4d3XGWNakzVJyqyUho2xaBuhYeez20fkyWrHs5G6JQpNr3h_WoH5wgvU4FQkZVnawGzrqBi_dwGzAmy30G/w366-h400/Topanga%20Stables%206-7-70.png" width="366" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Then in 1974 the Schoonmaker's manager Robert Stephen Cane, 25, was killed during an argument with James Lee Rambo, 30, over money matters. The killing was deemed justifiable.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZqLJatDZVV-KAlnn_SRo2nmfs6nSMouIbkOEZMfiliSlCctcuhTIzn6tuDyA5uaLGUkryFZ7jn17QCfhnaRyKnFP8AQe6zdmZm-tNNJb5Lbr_Oxz78oX2A43lVYG3NquKJZJAaVeWHC_RAJS6pPG2Ggxz4Q_6R3gwSKnrTDlGoghFCmQke6j7uCZL3Xf/s632/Topanga%20Stables%201-24-74.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="156" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZqLJatDZVV-KAlnn_SRo2nmfs6nSMouIbkOEZMfiliSlCctcuhTIzn6tuDyA5uaLGUkryFZ7jn17QCfhnaRyKnFP8AQe6zdmZm-tNNJb5Lbr_Oxz78oX2A43lVYG3NquKJZJAaVeWHC_RAJS6pPG2Ggxz4Q_6R3gwSKnrTDlGoghFCmQke6j7uCZL3Xf/w158-h640/Topanga%20Stables%201-24-74.png" width="158" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVScpjRa-3mZK7uEGC19_kSug0PYx5FKUy0G1fRpC1oO0xAFYrf3bnMEU3dP1U_fflL143Vh6y5PF83J9B4MQXcrC8jOayb3tawWAGb8962MUV_wc-ScJ5qwXiS5tcBlFP6hkivQKVyzkwOiWGMzNOGsxcedqQlpOUzNYYXqWFE7Qb90AfNhkl9BXSpPA/s594/Topanga%20Stables%201-31-74.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="173" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVScpjRa-3mZK7uEGC19_kSug0PYx5FKUy0G1fRpC1oO0xAFYrf3bnMEU3dP1U_fflL143Vh6y5PF83J9B4MQXcrC8jOayb3tawWAGb8962MUV_wc-ScJ5qwXiS5tcBlFP6hkivQKVyzkwOiWGMzNOGsxcedqQlpOUzNYYXqWFE7Qb90AfNhkl9BXSpPA/w186-h640/Topanga%20Stables%201-31-74.png" width="186" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:US:c5043ca2-f985-4176-a928-40d166ee1063" target="_blank">Here are the first 22 pages of scratch</a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /></span></div><p></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-18404174463483260272023-11-27T00:01:00.001-05:002023-11-27T00:01:40.445-05:00"Being There": Jerzy Kosinski On the Fringe of TLB <p>There exists a long list of individuals associated with the massive story that is TLB, both primary and secondary. There also exists another list of individuals, probably equally as long, that is comprised of those best described as peripheral. One of those on the periphery is novelist Jerzy Kosinski. </p><p>Kosinski was born on June 14, 1933 in Lodz, Poland. He survived the Nazi occupation of Poland, and graduated from the University of Lodz with a degree in sociology. He emigrated to the United States in 1957, where he began work on his doctorate in sociology at Columbia University in New York City. Kosinski began to write also during this time about his experiences during the war under a different name, and his writings became very popular in America, as they introduced the West to the literature of a writer from communist Poland.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt125p1AMWKezFkwQxGwUG5Q4jW9KhpVWpiLaMUTaNX2OJtQYnm7ag6rH9spQlXiRHJGcIhmvAnN4WbbA1NIInOVCDgL93_xguPStVGocRy5IwSJvLOq2mF6V78xKmTEloRieM_ldeq_qu6suJ5eIB0HBDzCX9Op89LM0vNrdJ60pdc4Verx0ZvFG15tB/s2048/Jerzy%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1323" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt125p1AMWKezFkwQxGwUG5Q4jW9KhpVWpiLaMUTaNX2OJtQYnm7ag6rH9spQlXiRHJGcIhmvAnN4WbbA1NIInOVCDgL93_xguPStVGocRy5IwSJvLOq2mF6V78xKmTEloRieM_ldeq_qu6suJ5eIB0HBDzCX9Op89LM0vNrdJ60pdc4Verx0ZvFG15tB/s320/Jerzy%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Jerzy Kosinski</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kosinski went on to publish novels, notable among them:<i> The Painted Bird(1965); Steps(1968); Being There(1970); The Devil Tree(1973); Cockpit(1975); Blind Date(1977); Passion Play(1979); Pinball(1982); </i>and <i>The Hermit of 69th Street(1986).</i> He spent the rest of his life in America, principally living in New York City, becoming an educator at several colleges and a very visible public intellectual. Ever popular, Kosinski made many appearances on TV programs such as, <i>The Dick Cavett Show, The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, </i>and <i>David Letterman. </i>Kosinski married steel heiress Mary Hayward Weir in 1962. They divorced in 1966. Kosinski subsequently married his longtime girlfriend, Katherina "Kiki" Von Fraunhofer in 1987.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw80eyoRd_ox545NbyHfiRYbTU7DuqfM2jIjaMWA4ewQ7IWU7CLrIw3CCWGTCXIe3K3nfRMCKelkrCoPNR9J_feO6ZPaYn6s1t3xH7zuLZxMnGQiTHz1K_PbGGA1ns8RbzrqMJQR5f57OCEr1m1EoMYtNFl-GTq8ioaK_nQBxP52enebR-ylrIUHpWyrK/s500/Kosinski%20Biography%20Book%20Cover%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw80eyoRd_ox545NbyHfiRYbTU7DuqfM2jIjaMWA4ewQ7IWU7CLrIw3CCWGTCXIe3K3nfRMCKelkrCoPNR9J_feO6ZPaYn6s1t3xH7zuLZxMnGQiTHz1K_PbGGA1ns8RbzrqMJQR5f57OCEr1m1EoMYtNFl-GTq8ioaK_nQBxP52enebR-ylrIUHpWyrK/s320/Kosinski%20Biography%20Book%20Cover%20Photo.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i>Kosinski biography book cover</i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Author James Park Sloan wrote an excellent biography of Kosinski, and in it he details the childhood connection of Kosinski to future actors in the story of TLB: Voytek Frykowski and Roman Polanski. "...<i>Kosinski had retained a connection with a few old school friends in Lodz, among them Wojtek Frykowski, with whom he regularly exchanged letters. Frykowski, a sometimes coarse but witty young man--and a famous raconteur--was possessed of a charismatic personality. He had been married already to Agnieszka Osiecka, an aspiring writer, who would make her name in the future as Poland's best-known writer of satirical song lyrics and who, living in Boston, also drifted into Kosinski's circle of Polish friends at this time. Frtykowski had also been involved with a young woman named Ewa, whom Kosinski had photographed as a teenager and regarded as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen."</i>(James Park Sloan, <i>Jerzy Kosinski: A Biography. </i>Plume/Penguin, 1977. p. 251-252).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4fQjZyTzGYm54b1gcGA2xvxwnrJdX5PClqv6D57SJq8MLkTKIOZD05-Nmy04As4Duek1kRvaHzkHvgihbldvOOixuqeDfnNSSnhpGiFsw60syL7E44hGNMUbFngPA-TUayAoy1JycgGUEv-aoW4Z20Ank7wC8egBkFZ3-fMcE15ePBDQux6rAz7rPaHF/s254/Voytek%20Frykowski%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="254" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4fQjZyTzGYm54b1gcGA2xvxwnrJdX5PClqv6D57SJq8MLkTKIOZD05-Nmy04As4Duek1kRvaHzkHvgihbldvOOixuqeDfnNSSnhpGiFsw60syL7E44hGNMUbFngPA-TUayAoy1JycgGUEv-aoW4Z20Ank7wC8egBkFZ3-fMcE15ePBDQux6rAz7rPaHF/s1600/Voytek%20Frykowski%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i>Voytek Frykowski</i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-style: italic;">"Unlike Kosinski, Frykowski never quite found the vehicle for bringing his magnetic personality and storytelling skills to bear in a substantive career. He was now living in Paris, and Kosinski's letters urged him to come to America. Finally, with his friend's guidance in a new career, he took Kosinski up on the offer and arrived in New York </i>[in the spring of 1967]. <i>The guidance provided by Kosinski took the shape of an introduction to Abigail "Gibby" Folger, a coffee heiress and recent Radcliffe graduate who lived at the fringe of New York's floating literary-artistic circle...at about the same time, Kosinski renewed his contact with Roman Polanski, who made it big in America with his film Rosemary's Baby. They met in New York as two homeboys from Lodz..." </i>(Sloan, p. 251-252).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26u_l5LJPyt6GaEqXRp_CHZWU7nqq9_LcKBeWfrLnp3pRSqFMLAPAdMcG0izyS4awJf4G5tHxK00qHHjc0tU0Lsnlfp-Hy4itxI-W6IilAdecS0QicnNBFBM1jsS-GNrrFj9hgh19AaMUjpNXrCjG9EuqVJ7hdOJ3ZJdG6qDgiZunMqs4wSPtOKfV0RJU/s628/Abigail%20Folger%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="475" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26u_l5LJPyt6GaEqXRp_CHZWU7nqq9_LcKBeWfrLnp3pRSqFMLAPAdMcG0izyS4awJf4G5tHxK00qHHjc0tU0Lsnlfp-Hy4itxI-W6IilAdecS0QicnNBFBM1jsS-GNrrFj9hgh19AaMUjpNXrCjG9EuqVJ7hdOJ3ZJdG6qDgiZunMqs4wSPtOKfV0RJU/s320/Abigail%20Folger%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i>Abigail Folger</i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKwF15xmkclQhaLE82FUaYjy3TQdn8vYDzBQiur6GYypgleZYAl7tXuXstqs43QJurY_Zs5idN3OBfXUC_41VdXjfkZePtOcBssK-MjRy-5HfGocqL4s6XwvTSkCAWukWxVo0uCHp2VkAQqzOAo66FRMCLkVW86vitIUkY6LHwoYZyG9x2xvPQXhCqrsa/s640/Roman%20Polanski%20and%20jerzy%20Kosinski%20in%20Jean%20Jackets%201976.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="640" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKwF15xmkclQhaLE82FUaYjy3TQdn8vYDzBQiur6GYypgleZYAl7tXuXstqs43QJurY_Zs5idN3OBfXUC_41VdXjfkZePtOcBssK-MjRy-5HfGocqL4s6XwvTSkCAWukWxVo0uCHp2VkAQqzOAo66FRMCLkVW86vitIUkY6LHwoYZyG9x2xvPQXhCqrsa/s320/Roman%20Polanski%20and%20jerzy%20Kosinski%20in%20Jean%20Jackets%201976.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;">Roman Polanski and Jerzy Kosinski</div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">BEING THERE?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Students of TLB know that the chief relationship of Kosinski to the story was his introduction of Voytek Frykowski to Abigail Folger. But even as Voytek and Abigail left New York together in August of 1968(after the death of Kosinski's first wife, Mary Hayward Weir), Kosinski was still an active part of the life of the couple, and Roman Polanski, even though he lived in New York.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kosinski wrote the famous novel, <i>Being There</i>, but what follows is an extension of his involvement in TLB. That is, could Kosinski have "been there" at Cielo on Friday night, August 8, 1969? In his biography of Kosinski, Sloan describes a trip that Kosinski and his girlfriend, Kiki, made to Paris in July of 1969. From there, the couple travelled to the home of Clement Biddle Wood and his wife on the Greek island of Spetsai. Wood was a member of the same circle as Mary Hayward Weir.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As Sloan describes it, "[<i>I</i>]<i>n late July, Kosinski received a letter from Wojtek Frykowski and Gibby Folger, who were staying at Roman Polanski's home on Chielo Drive in Los Angeles. Kosinski left with Kiki for Paris, from which they were to fly to the United States on August 7. Clem Wood, their host at Spetsai, left for Los Angeles, where he was booked into the Beverly Hills Hotel while working on a film script. It was agreed that the Woods would get together with Kosinski and Kiki in Los Angeles."</i>(Sloan, p. 273-274).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8B777ziTPrYi3ect9DJfkqkvAmK0gwY8pwQ6IsuLP2Ai_yqOOhjt8q1iRckwqe5vSMskiFmPRjEYGPOYFVuPvzGMk6-oVrgz4oHQD_3O93LUWd8MpF_6z7tDSZkgkFmTUend9DY4vg-H8WhyFsDLnRwZyqNJ3kFvC7UuQBHmjtI2VMh90OSpi9QODefy/s252/Beverly%20Hills%20Hotel%20Black%20and%20White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="200" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8B777ziTPrYi3ect9DJfkqkvAmK0gwY8pwQ6IsuLP2Ai_yqOOhjt8q1iRckwqe5vSMskiFmPRjEYGPOYFVuPvzGMk6-oVrgz4oHQD_3O93LUWd8MpF_6z7tDSZkgkFmTUend9DY4vg-H8WhyFsDLnRwZyqNJ3kFvC7UuQBHmjtI2VMh90OSpi9QODefy/s1600/Beverly%20Hills%20Hotel%20Black%20and%20White.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i>The Beverly Hills Hotel in Los Angeles</i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-style: italic;">"What happened next became a small, but enduring controversy. As Kosinski told it, both as a casual account and as an episode that happened to George Lavanter in </i>[Kosinski's novel]<i> Blind Date, the pivotal factor was the misrouting of part of his luggage in Paris. It was his intention to go directly to Los Angeles without leaving the airport, accompanied by three bags of warm-weather clothes, while three bags of cold-weather clothes were to be held in storage in New York awaiting his return. In the version told in Blind Date, the dispute with the French airline clerk has to do with the New York address. She insists that he list a return address in Paris. In irritation at his refusal, the clerk routes all his baggage to New York, which necessitates his stopping over at his New York apartment for the night." </i>(Sloan, p. 274).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Kosinski clung to this account tenaciously over the years, and it gains in plausibility if one shifts the emphasis slightly to note that he was trying to get the airline to perform an unusual and complicated favor, and that routing all the luggage to New York may have been a simple mistake...In any case, he arrived in New York in the late afternoon of August 8 and found that his luggage had been off-loaded. Deciding to stay in New York, he called Clem Wood at the Beverly Hills Hotel. "I told Sharon you were there," he said, "and she says to come over." As he did not know Sharon Tate, Wood spent the evening with other Hollywood Friends." </i>(Sloan, p. 274).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"The following afternoon around 5:00 P.M. Kosinski rang Elizbieta Czyzewska, a Polish emigre stage and film actress who was married to journalist David Halberstam </i>[see my post on this blog, <i>Abigail Folger: A Time In New York, </i>about Abigail's association with Elizbieta in Abigail's personal letter],and asked if she had been listening to the radio. <i>"Something has happened in Los Angeles," he told her. Put on the radio." </i>(Sloan, p. 274).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGuTa1T5LiIQUK_Xu6uMHvfWO5xudYCCgpf9tgEN5pbQHomO6t2Mz2l7vGmmfDUkIrF78RGIH8zS9miUGSIg3ummcXNOs4aaAeFkIi2B-aCninGjBR0VJ5xOUeACoRv17H0G5CPPNRttdnf9GGXivjobNJ_UZ2yRvYBBvQDi-QsrHAMVsm2y0hCD1AUhh/s800/Elzbieta%20Czyzewska%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="800" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGuTa1T5LiIQUK_Xu6uMHvfWO5xudYCCgpf9tgEN5pbQHomO6t2Mz2l7vGmmfDUkIrF78RGIH8zS9miUGSIg3ummcXNOs4aaAeFkIi2B-aCninGjBR0VJ5xOUeACoRv17H0G5CPPNRttdnf9GGXivjobNJ_UZ2yRvYBBvQDi-QsrHAMVsm2y0hCD1AUhh/s320/Elzbieta%20Czyzewska%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i>Elizbieta Czyzewska</i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDNnaIXK0qy-lz-ONd94u-0L_fUdYxVwekZ6oFzsr-DDKw1CZn3OtIzC2YizAJzWz3R8oa6sr9EtnffQ62rZ0FeSeu4w3Pg0giD4DJsufCTiDYyo4Ezx_9J79KaZtivRsWKvPIAIR61WlxTU4WjJ73uV1IGHm2x5ZOv9fcdnaMVzi8VmM17DfLJXH-tWE/s919/David%20Halberstam%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDNnaIXK0qy-lz-ONd94u-0L_fUdYxVwekZ6oFzsr-DDKw1CZn3OtIzC2YizAJzWz3R8oa6sr9EtnffQ62rZ0FeSeu4w3Pg0giD4DJsufCTiDYyo4Ezx_9J79KaZtivRsWKvPIAIR61WlxTU4WjJ73uV1IGHm2x5ZOv9fcdnaMVzi8VmM17DfLJXH-tWE/s320/David%20Halberstam%20Kosinski%20Article%20Black%20and%20White%20Photo.jpg" width="223" /></a></div>David Halberstam</div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">According to Sloan, Kosinski and others would assist the Frykowski family with a memorial for Voytek. <i>"In the immediate aftermath, Kosinski's major role was in offering, along with Elizbieta Czyzewska, to arrange for Frykowski's funeral. In the course of making arrangements, he spoke with Victor Lownes, who had accompanied Polanski home from London, not bothering to mention that he planned to visit. At the same time, he mentioned to several reporters that he had been on his way to Cielo Drive when a luggage mix-up at the Paris airport caused him to stay over in New York." </i>(Sloan, p. 275).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AQDWYIeRaDHEJYPxEKfvKUNeY_xoIlMRHneRFYy_OCU8y6SONQq_Jl5ChTwo4d6J_T1pX0Vr6CnOtkl6WNriXkXT7o5uUb8vywLsQxHA0lPE_zXyyKXrJSNCx2vB1HwlQeC0-69drWBRWYTB1snWzK5evoFY1XMoJCAX6gXePft88E5hO1zFzMs66lGj/s288/Victor%20Lownes%20Kosinski%20Article%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="175" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AQDWYIeRaDHEJYPxEKfvKUNeY_xoIlMRHneRFYy_OCU8y6SONQq_Jl5ChTwo4d6J_T1pX0Vr6CnOtkl6WNriXkXT7o5uUb8vywLsQxHA0lPE_zXyyKXrJSNCx2vB1HwlQeC0-69drWBRWYTB1snWzK5evoFY1XMoJCAX6gXePft88E5hO1zFzMs66lGj/s1600/Victor%20Lownes%20Kosinski%20Article%20Photo.jpg" width="175" /></a></div><i>Victor Lownes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"By then Frykowski's mother had been reached in Lodz and was on her way to New York with Frykowski's brother to claim the body. Instead of a burial, Elizbieta Czyzewska held a memorial gathering for the Polish emigre circle, at which Kosinski again does not mention that he had been en route to Polanski's house." </span>(Sloan, p. 275-276).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Interestingly, Victor Lownes, in his assessment of the violence in Kosinski's novels, actually became suspicious of Kosinski of being involved in the murders. To Lownes, Kosinski's story was "irregular". According to Sloan, <i>"</i>[<i>O</i>]<i>n August 22, back in London, Lownes sent a letter to the Los Angeles Homocide Division suggesting that they investigate Kosinski. It concluded: "I know that the suggestion is extremely far-fetched, but surely it is worthwhile to check on the mix-up luggage story, the change in plans on the funeral of Voityck, and Kosinski's whereabouts over that terrible weekend." Kosinski, in short, struck Lownes as a suitable candidate to have performed the deeds of Charles Manson." </i>(Sloan, p. 276).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The investigation into the Tate/La Bianca murders continued intensely from August into the autumn of 1969. Friend to Abigail and Voytek, artist Witold-K, was in hiding immediately after the murders, thinking he knew who committed the crimes, but as Sloan continues, had <i>"been brought forward with the mediation of Elizbieta Czyzewska's husband, David Halberstam. </i>[Witold-K], <i>who was close to Frykowski in Los Angeles, was apparently the first to argue that Kosinski had not been expected that night and was just seeking publicity. He shared this view with Czyzewska, who recalled that Kosinski had not mentioned any plans to be there, either when he first called to report that "something has happened in Los Angeles" or at the memorial for Frykowski." </i>(Sloan, p. 276).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIAUvbpUqnNuBSgryiUmR0wzPvsX8b2TePltVeONGGaeoKGkn9KClhfp5d5P6xWDOZJFJEpph3G95lwbR5nJSMXgl2wyzO1HaIPRoqVaH1gEeGOIy7fM524ajTU1oM5IaNs4EKwjC_M2UeFnaOTU8Xp2g9igp2wr27kpDNT_8LqGvQxz3pjgSprQjMT1-/s283/Witold%20K%20Photo%20Kosinski%20Article.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="178" data-original-width="283" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIAUvbpUqnNuBSgryiUmR0wzPvsX8b2TePltVeONGGaeoKGkn9KClhfp5d5P6xWDOZJFJEpph3G95lwbR5nJSMXgl2wyzO1HaIPRoqVaH1gEeGOIy7fM524ajTU1oM5IaNs4EKwjC_M2UeFnaOTU8Xp2g9igp2wr27kpDNT_8LqGvQxz3pjgSprQjMT1-/s1600/Witold%20K%20Photo%20Kosinski%20Article.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><i>Witold-K</i><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sloan goes on to say that on December 18, 1969, Kosinski was interviewed by the Newspaper Enterprise Association. In the interview, Kosinski lashed out at the press for what Roman Polanski called "killing them [the victims] a second time".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Kosinski side of the possibility of being at Cielo never quite died. In 1984, <i>"Polanski stated in his biography that Kosinski had not been expected that night. Sharon had never cared for Kosinski, the story went, and would never have invited him. As the publication followed upon a more important crisis of credibility in Kosinski's career, the reviewer for the Sunday times of London singled the statement out for comment. In response, Clem Wood wrote a letter to the editor giving an account that strongly supported Kosinski's version. Yet in Polish emigre circles, the view persisted that Kosinski had seized upon the event to assert a piece of personal melodrama that could not be disproved." </i>(Sloan, p. 277).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Taking the various witnesses together, there can be little doubt that Kosinski and Kiki had originally planned to be in Los Angeles that night. The core story of a luggage mix-up in Paris is well supported, too, in that Clem wood heard the story in outline before it would have any value as part of a fabrication. Whether Jerzy and Kiki would have arrived, specifically, at Polanski's house on Cielo Drive is less certain. In the atmosphere of the household, however, it is quite possible that Frykowski might have invited them, notwithstanding Sharon's dislike of Kosinski. The doubts of Elizbieta Czyzewska and Witold Kaczanowski appear, like the suspicions of Victor Lownes, largely circumstantial. As for Polansky, who had been in London, he was the least likely to have been well informed." </i>(Sloan, p. 277). In sum, Sloan would ultimately say of Kosinski that <i>"the story he told seems to have been essentially the truth." </i>(p. 278).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To be "essentially the truth," it could be the case that Jerzy and Kiki were never intended to <b>sleep </b>at the Cielo house, and frankly, how could they? When we consider the sleeping arrangements at the house, we see that Sharon occupied her own bedroom, while Abigail and Voytek occupied another. Meanwhile the maid's bedroom was being painted as the new nursery, and in addition to smelling of fresh paint, would have had no furnishings in it. The only other place to possibly sleep at Cielo would have been the loft above the living room, and this seems highly unlikely for world-class travelers such as Jerzy and Kiki.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The couple conceivably could have stayed at Abigail and Voytek's rented house on Woodstock, in the company of Witold-K, but the artist never volunteered this possibility. The most likely scenario would probably be that Jerzy and Kiki would have stayed in a private room at the Beverly Hills Hotel. In that way, they would have been in close proximity to their friend Clem Wood.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet, had the Kosinski luggage incident <u style="font-weight: bold;">not</u> have happened, the likelihood that Voytek may have invited Jerzy, Kiki, and the Woods to Cielo for a few hours is a distinct possibility. To be sure, Voytek did take liberties at Cielo, inviting people there, even in the presence of Roman and Sharon. One example of this is when he invited Billy Doyle to the housewarming party that spring.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If we allow for the possibility that two more men and two more women could have visited Cielo on Friday evening, and stayed late, what ultimately may have happened could have drastically changed the story of that night there. Tex Watson and company would have encountered Steven Parent, Jay Sebring, Sharon Tate, Abigail Folger, Voytek Frykowski, Jerzy Kosinski, Kiki Von Fraunhofer, and Clem Wood and his wife.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfw8oylXn4jT84YcsASIs07UDA-HlkcYK98wYHNhejUHXJISXMb5V7pQt2ep3gey0VQ881Tns-MTbQUEDUohC4_Xz04tKG2YI60c0HqBE7mzaDzWS_QUQ4TW8Tl49lamjmV9EBkfut6KFpqarHmycHVXttXlKeUXAhtW5QS4hGgYtav1gCyiVsXJHlgMt/s892/Kosinski%20Article%2010050%20Cielo%20Drive%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="892" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfw8oylXn4jT84YcsASIs07UDA-HlkcYK98wYHNhejUHXJISXMb5V7pQt2ep3gey0VQ881Tns-MTbQUEDUohC4_Xz04tKG2YI60c0HqBE7mzaDzWS_QUQ4TW8Tl49lamjmV9EBkfut6KFpqarHmycHVXttXlKeUXAhtW5QS4hGgYtav1gCyiVsXJHlgMt/s320/Kosinski%20Article%2010050%20Cielo%20Drive%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But in the end, of course, we know that did not happen. Nevertheless, Voytek still called Witold-K Friday night repeatedly, asking him to come up to Cielo, and his refusal of his friend's invitation may well have saved his life. Witold-K also wrote on his Facebook page that Voytek was constantly lonely at Cielo, and frequently called people, inviting them up to the house to keep him company.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is probably safe to say, then, that Jerzy Kosinski should not necessarily be on the list of posers, phonies, liars, and the like, who said they were "invited" to come to Cielo Drive that Friday night. We know that they could not have <i><u>been there.</u> </i>Jerzy Kosinski's <u style="font-style: italic;">being there</u> entertains a distinct hint of possibility, if only for the fact that he and his party could have accompanied the inhabitants of Cielo for dinner, visited for a couple of hours, then drove away that night through the gate before midnight. Jerzy Kosinski died by suicide in his apartment in New York, on May 3, 1991.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><i style="font-style: italic;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Torquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00444301737391992929noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-33828725149259087432023-11-23T10:44:00.001-05:002023-11-23T10:44:57.134-05:00Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzzAqgTPhVK8lqSTFN21DhrGFZYjEXkr7qSsKZ49wrw4KVt09sQ0Fzc5jD1gvG7ApLr9munmOsAxv-KCCQmE8WpIxW9Yr6rfuoK1lOBTXgeaUur1wEiEk8oKYX0-kjd4KaQBF9DBSMsVkee3smdUUijqj9F3v208fjwzORiJp0r9VdvQshhOpe95dpMnI/s328/Thanksgiving%201.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="328" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzzAqgTPhVK8lqSTFN21DhrGFZYjEXkr7qSsKZ49wrw4KVt09sQ0Fzc5jD1gvG7ApLr9munmOsAxv-KCCQmE8WpIxW9Yr6rfuoK1lOBTXgeaUur1wEiEk8oKYX0-kjd4KaQBF9DBSMsVkee3smdUUijqj9F3v208fjwzORiJp0r9VdvQshhOpe95dpMnI/s320/Thanksgiving%201.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Remember folks, gravy is not a beverage! Have a great day with family and friends and football.<p></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvtap6YNyKakEN0E-FDZPzUblc945fZaRQrE5m0RgvHO2tmhpA6zSuzCcvmkJKdT9DpDuqL9bcUyIQb6Ap2vbTziuIkdOmsppljF-HuoWJiN-EqKfjZfcWTvdQ7dPMi_V8Bej-nsM01pugeQtc6uVsHRmDAyv6D2uMa_P7LDO80XxlGNv0Da1HuPedd9K/s394/Thanksgiving%202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="394" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvtap6YNyKakEN0E-FDZPzUblc945fZaRQrE5m0RgvHO2tmhpA6zSuzCcvmkJKdT9DpDuqL9bcUyIQb6Ap2vbTziuIkdOmsppljF-HuoWJiN-EqKfjZfcWTvdQ7dPMi_V8Bej-nsM01pugeQtc6uVsHRmDAyv6D2uMa_P7LDO80XxlGNv0Da1HuPedd9K/w200-h198/Thanksgiving%202.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-45821394533054007042023-11-20T00:03:00.001-05:002023-11-20T00:03:29.034-05:00Podcast - The Witches of Mendocino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMsSfS8rqNWi9F6fWXBLS3cBiItuTDfNjcVoGqpYyHW9xdq0HGRCtLYIrrXw5MviYuzQB7LDA0WK8IB_sDup9dvYmUrlMcr5NBLX3tWNXf__eYK6UEKiE0z_p4JU4OWhksvwjJIxMXX0z2i9JENdabuA45lsedo2HQsZORw9Bo2460-QQsLkk2FaOEbQ/s1400/darkness-lurks-in-the-redwoods-BFvDpge9bS3-QqeztwJTkyM.1400x1400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMsSfS8rqNWi9F6fWXBLS3cBiItuTDfNjcVoGqpYyHW9xdq0HGRCtLYIrrXw5MviYuzQB7LDA0WK8IB_sDup9dvYmUrlMcr5NBLX3tWNXf__eYK6UEKiE0z_p4JU4OWhksvwjJIxMXX0z2i9JENdabuA45lsedo2HQsZORw9Bo2460-QQsLkk2FaOEbQ/s320/darkness-lurks-in-the-redwoods-BFvDpge9bS3-QqeztwJTkyM.1400x1400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>River Wade does a podcast about crime, cults, and drugs in the Emerald Triangle region of Northern California.<p></p><div>Listen as Susan Atkins and 'The Witches Of Mendocino' create havoc in Mendocino County as they attempt to find new recruits for The Family. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ep-02-the-witches-of-mendocino/id1711135839?i=1000630769677">https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ep-02-the-witches-of-mendocino/id1711135839?i=1000630769677</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766282574442161929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-34157505275522949422023-11-13T00:03:00.000-05:002023-11-13T00:03:52.134-05:00Hendrickson Filming at Barker<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxEWwoSTJnxXZHGv9CR3c6_NaCdHijYQpKMRAIgxCSHH0VkaXnULOms5HUCZiCc3FF0EphB0cvCPTYuBEYbZ0o76_7ShOvc-lCmrmhifBRerAGV_KWvx6zdITJwpSOY2NL8MNkU79NWPXLsYgZxdveSbAL7l_bzmBhOB8n0pP_7gjp6HIQA_Jx3J4u_Xh/s389/Robert%20Hendrickson%20filming.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="389" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxEWwoSTJnxXZHGv9CR3c6_NaCdHijYQpKMRAIgxCSHH0VkaXnULOms5HUCZiCc3FF0EphB0cvCPTYuBEYbZ0o76_7ShOvc-lCmrmhifBRerAGV_KWvx6zdITJwpSOY2NL8MNkU79NWPXLsYgZxdveSbAL7l_bzmBhOB8n0pP_7gjp6HIQA_Jx3J4u_Xh/s320/Robert%20Hendrickson%20filming.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Hendrickson filming <i>Manson</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>Robert Hendrickson went with a crew up to Barker Ranch to do some filming for his movie<i> Manson </i>in May of 1970. His visit caught the attention of law enforcement, and he was stopped and questioned.</p><p>If you've ever been to Barker Ranch you would know just how desolate the area is, so, it's hard to imagine that law enforcement would know if anyone was in the area at any given time. Even though all participants in the TLB murders were in custody the Inyo County Sheriff's Department and other agencies were patrolling the area repeatedly looking for stray Family members.</p><p>On May 3, 1970, the sheriff received word that Manson Family members were possibly in the area of Myers or Barker ranches. The sheriff sent out aircraft to search. They flew over a number of places where the Family was known to frequent. No one was found. </p><p>The cost of this search was an unimaginable $30.00, my how times and costs have changed. </p><p>In a report dated May 5, 1970 officers interviewed Paul Crockett, Brooks Poston and Paul Watkins in Shoshone. They told the officers that they saw Clem and Gypsy along with a new recruit named Kevin in a Dodge van on May 3,1970. The van was full of camera equipment, two photographers and a mother and daughter from Las Vegas that were identified as having been hired to appear in Hendrickson's film. (These two women could be the women that no one could identify in Robert's film.)</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5c4aFuvwWDGhlP6VS6S-IiAt0wkxvV8zSZ-Ywz4ykTugscpkWmu7lXlciudJCyI-uunZBMfu3K_QzrHeqD9sBHxnLiy25iRaEvXakbWTy684ZVTyerIYDrloNuREaOEB64phuXx89S8whD_ep8eMPrfN4NcgHNjlPs-u1m8IfK3qReo3yezMCLV9zxKMP/s453/Crockett%20Poston%20Watkins.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="453" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5c4aFuvwWDGhlP6VS6S-IiAt0wkxvV8zSZ-Ywz4ykTugscpkWmu7lXlciudJCyI-uunZBMfu3K_QzrHeqD9sBHxnLiy25iRaEvXakbWTy684ZVTyerIYDrloNuREaOEB64phuXx89S8whD_ep8eMPrfN4NcgHNjlPs-u1m8IfK3qReo3yezMCLV9zxKMP/s320/Crockett%20Poston%20Watkins.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crockett, Watkins, and Poston</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>This report also states that Robert Hendrickson in the company of Gypsy had been stopped by law enforcement on May 2, 1970.</p><p>The last three pages of the pdf are an accounting of an encounter that the officer, accompanied by District Attorney Frank Fowles and other luminaries, had with the ever-charming Gypsy on May 9, 1970.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Gf8PHDH8bPv9Jou4Q2pMpDPyhEXGPO2VTfq031D_bwuiyRv7FOgfnWEOM2KV0vNTFK0v1Obv3eMZWF59zAKPr0WHvktBnmvgxDE4G0mBcs-f1QKdrm1mloWmuWUXworMulpSB_AMJ99fI95wgZa8WnmzyKd4rPMbqDaTDP0SCp2dqUMzajbhVULQXGg/s534/Grogan%20and%20Share.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="534" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Gf8PHDH8bPv9Jou4Q2pMpDPyhEXGPO2VTfq031D_bwuiyRv7FOgfnWEOM2KV0vNTFK0v1Obv3eMZWF59zAKPr0WHvktBnmvgxDE4G0mBcs-f1QKdrm1mloWmuWUXworMulpSB_AMJ99fI95wgZa8WnmzyKd4rPMbqDaTDP0SCp2dqUMzajbhVULQXGg/s320/Grogan%20and%20Share.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clem and Gypsy</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>Read the pages <a href="https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:US:a3fe92ba-13c7-4b13-a928-9f244ce685a8" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-78119029796320012302023-11-06T00:32:00.001-05:002023-11-06T00:32:53.032-05:00The Long Prison Journey of Leslie Van Houten Book Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-oEZsrDaeQBQl84jzuTvzadb7jGpkFDTq3pENwtg3JBE9i_K-F2UnjcF6NBISwHaar1o6wOmfy9wMe-muHdvfX3PmVWyZK3qCRZR6hATYhSNwJixBf1yWvflh1GBk0VvfzTV3_zNmYoG5JHed3JSl_yeZ0sNb47IkD1MOCr9WyqhGq7D6deoJEsjyaAJ/s390/Van%20Houten%20book%20cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="255" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-oEZsrDaeQBQl84jzuTvzadb7jGpkFDTq3pENwtg3JBE9i_K-F2UnjcF6NBISwHaar1o6wOmfy9wMe-muHdvfX3PmVWyZK3qCRZR6hATYhSNwJixBf1yWvflh1GBk0VvfzTV3_zNmYoG5JHed3JSl_yeZ0sNb47IkD1MOCr9WyqhGq7D6deoJEsjyaAJ/s320/Van%20Houten%20book%20cover.png" width="209" /></a></div><br /><p>Published in 2001, <i>The Long Prison Journey of Leslie Van Houten</i> by Karlene Faith, is an examination of Leslie's life with Manson, in prison, through her retrials, and back into prison. Parts of the book were used as source material for the film <i>Charlie Says</i>. The book definitely stands on its own but is also a great companion read after watching the film. </p><p><span>Karlene Faith wrote <i>The Long Prison Journey</i> out of her experiences working with Leslie Van Houten, Susan Atkins, and Patricia Krenwinkel during their early days of incarceration, immediately after their capital sentences were overturned. The women were now facing sentences of life with the possibility of parole (there was no life without parole provision at the time), and the warden of the California Institution for Women asked Faith to put together a tutoring program, with an eye towards helping the women break away from Charlie's influence, and to enable them to reintegrate into the prison population, and eventually society. It should be noted that Faith became friends with the women, particularly Van Houten. </span><br /></p><p><span><span>The book is broken down into several parts, most of which deal with the psychology of the Manson Girls, Faith's interactions with them at the prison, Leslie's retrials, and a short section of excerpts from Leslie's letters to Faith. Anyone looking for any fresh details on the crimes or victims will not find it here: any aspects and details of the crimes are briefly touched upon in the various sections. </span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span>Faith comes at her subjects from a definite feminist perspective. The girls are presented as victims, in a way, of Manson's physical, sexual, and emotional/mental abuse. This abuse is covered in depth. Faith was interested in re-educating and raising the consciousness of Leslie, Pat, and Susan, in order that they could begin to think for themselves and process what they had done. Faith lays out in detail her conclusions regarding what she feels was her success in doing so. </span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span>The real value of the book is in the details it gives regarding the women during their incarceration. Most of the TLB related literature focuses on the crimes and the time leading up to it, as well as what life was like in the Family. Not many have decent coverage of what their lives were like in prison. Of interest as well is the analysis of where the women were at mentally and emotionally, before, during, and after Manson.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span>Is <i>The Long Prison Journey of Leslie Van Houten</i> worth reading? Mostly yes, but with a few caveats. If you do not have a decent amount of knowledge about TLB, the book will not be of much interest. It doesn't cover the crimes and trials in much depth. If you feel that the women cannot and will never change, the book is not likely to change your mind. For anyone looking for a glimpse into the women's lives and minds during incarceration, anyone interested in more information of Leslie and her subsequent trial, or anyone interested in the subject of reform or rehabilitation, it is definitely worth picking up. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span>Karlene Faith passed away in 2017. You can read her obituary <a href="https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/santacruzsentinel/name/karlene-faith-obituary?id=8808573" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpGQyX5qADE-xIDtNT1Y1SKgF_ZhzZz_qYyXEzRCRrLgxqMLpbaHLPwg2C665j8obln2LWwpe1tFtlTXLameE0w1qd7KAHLlPGYQNikSmnb1eUb0N6NxhNtwdIaXxUvCFtsU8EBT59DU80roDYKEOvf3U8TXZjL7ASYp-Ky0uwbZyW1P0WAIyb-_vFXjD/s336/Karlene%20Faith.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="336" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpGQyX5qADE-xIDtNT1Y1SKgF_ZhzZz_qYyXEzRCRrLgxqMLpbaHLPwg2C665j8obln2LWwpe1tFtlTXLameE0w1qd7KAHLlPGYQNikSmnb1eUb0N6NxhNtwdIaXxUvCFtsU8EBT59DU80roDYKEOvf3U8TXZjL7ASYp-Ky0uwbZyW1P0WAIyb-_vFXjD/s320/Karlene%20Faith.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karlene Faith</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span> <span> </span></span></p><p><span><span> </span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><br /></p>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520269786906905591noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-43538964960204829102023-10-23T00:47:00.000-04:002023-10-23T00:47:25.480-04:00Bobby's Costume Clique<p> While Charles Manson was sitting in a federal prison Bobby Beausoleil was playing dress-up with his friends. Bobby was four days shy of 18 years old at the time this article was published. Now we know where Bobby got the idea for some of his clothing choices, namely the top-hat. He had kind of an early day steampunk look during the time he was with Kenneth Anger.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxUWMmuHZtxpdXg7tQs5NStELgkY75xUYtMzWdTjET0oSLSQg1LsVFhDM4LGaMo-umcxEgapDrhNiC9fNpGwvmTJqN_Nd0NyH9fwKOdyd0nMpccLdt4QnJR7V9tLlvwZ0N-7HMmUOlUm2PZVzhGEYcGWxajEGxXjSYWBIOYNKVgshGjtY1kSHXsef83vz/s417/Costume%20Clique%20headline.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="417" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxUWMmuHZtxpdXg7tQs5NStELgkY75xUYtMzWdTjET0oSLSQg1LsVFhDM4LGaMo-umcxEgapDrhNiC9fNpGwvmTJqN_Nd0NyH9fwKOdyd0nMpccLdt4QnJR7V9tLlvwZ0N-7HMmUOlUm2PZVzhGEYcGWxajEGxXjSYWBIOYNKVgshGjtY1kSHXsef83vz/s320/Costume%20Clique%20headline.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHw7MpZSoUgwKk0piX2jbzrdI1RlnQdSdcgl5F2la_2vh6_NuNc9WWsOSJVCNCnqwYMc-Hxqm8pSp9F6Y8jNDA6ZEpaEhDDDZgZ1E2hUe1sLfUPZDJPGHPJiTxuEwEKkianHu1kJlUKAuyawKrDsKy1xypgYfw_qbuO2WR5AfxbyWHYOxAp95YQvveZMqs/s859/Beausoleil%20Snow%20Fox%201965%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="598" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHw7MpZSoUgwKk0piX2jbzrdI1RlnQdSdcgl5F2la_2vh6_NuNc9WWsOSJVCNCnqwYMc-Hxqm8pSp9F6Y8jNDA6ZEpaEhDDDZgZ1E2hUe1sLfUPZDJPGHPJiTxuEwEKkianHu1kJlUKAuyawKrDsKy1xypgYfw_qbuO2WR5AfxbyWHYOxAp95YQvveZMqs/w446-h640/Beausoleil%20Snow%20Fox%201965%201.jpg" width="446" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poor Snow Fox looks woefully under fed.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />A translation of the article that accompanied the photo. Bobby isn't mentioned in the article. The photo is classic though and the article adds context. Ahoy me hearties. Blow the man down. Aaaarrrggghhh!<div><br /></div><div><div><i>By Andrew Briggs</i></div><div><i>Special to the Times</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The gangly young man danced and moved his hands as if making incantations to some primitive god; he was wearing a ranch-hand's outfit and a 10-gallon hat.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>A girl near him was dancing in a hooded black velvet travelling cape that might have come from Shakespeare's England.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The scene could have been a masquerade ball, but no one was wearing a mask. It was the Saturday night "happenings" of a loose-knit group of Los Angeles youths who believed clothing is an art form and a means of self-expression. Members feel what they wear is a symbol of their individuality.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>According to Phil Licherman, 18, a theater arts major at Los Angeles City College, there are about 50 members of the informal clique in Hollywood and 200 throughout the city. However, there are a lot more "would-bes" who want to be "in", but are "too lame."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The group ranges in age from 18 to about 25, many of them students and most aspiring artists, actors, sculptors, musicians and singers. They gather at Bido Lido's, 1607 N. Ivar St. for the "happenings."</i></div><div><i>Licherman was "in the groove" at the rock 'n' roll night club, with long hair, a wrinkled butcher's hat, a blue bandana around his neck, a striped English button-down collar shirt and a wool-lined leather hunting jacket.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"The people in this bag (one's social image or role) are individualists," he said. "They don't care what society says. This bag is like a beat, but it's not self-sacrificing and it's not a way of life. It's an exploration.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"I'm myself in any bag, but I like this bag because the people who are in it are Dylan lovers (Bob Dylan, a popular recording artist who symbolizes the values of the group) and speak the truth. Ther are a lot of cool people in other bags but I'm comfortable in this one. The clothing makes me feel free and I dig blowing people's minds (upsetting people)."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Is way-out clothing a symptom of way-out behavior?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"We're all individuals here," said Licherman. "We do what's good for us. I can't speak for anybody else."</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>One youth's nose was painted blue. One wore rags of a wino, with gypsy earrings; another wore earrings with bell-bottom pants and a turtle-neck sweater.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Another lad, whose girlfriend called him "the real Wyatt Earp," needed only a gun to look the part; he had a badge already.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>A girl wore pince-nez sunglasses, which are considered "trip" - in excellent taste. Another danced in what appeared to be a black terry cloth bathrobe. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>To Susan Papacek, 18, a Pasadena City College speech major, the happenings are "a contest to see who can show the most creativity and originality."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Miss Papacek isn't a member of the clique. Her eye is on more conventional goals. But she admires the group.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>One Non-Conformist</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"These kids are way ahead of most of the kids their age. What's happening here is new. They're conforming to the smallest possible group."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>One member- the wife of a sculptor - is a member of a very large group-- motherhood. But she strikes a non-conformist note by wearing a baggy one-piece playsuit with striped tights and nursing her baby in public.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Members of the clique point out that dress rebellion, or exploration, is not local but international, with such idols as the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and the Byrds setting the style.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"Clothing as a costume relaxes these kids," said Valorie Porter, hostess at the club. "They feel free. They're not trapped in a uniform. They don't feel like they're conforming.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>" A businessman's suit is a uniform. It forces him into a conformist part. What these kids wear lets them play any part they want to."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>How far will the non-conformists go? As far as the gods of non-fashion dictate. Right down to the nudity, if it's a "trip."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"I guess I'd go for it," said one youth. "My name is Adam." </i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>DebShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17093893870315262396noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-51735323172824489462023-10-16T01:00:00.000-04:002023-10-16T01:00:44.475-04:00History of Bobby Beausoleil's band The Orkustra by Rock Historian Bruno Veriotti<p>A well researched historical piece. Way too much to reproduce here in full. Click the link at the bottom to read the original:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP_yNxiYqVi2XLLR4RZLZBXTiCZ0Vu5SIg32VtRtYy4fYgitJXfsUb60fYokC4-9XFjOQ308cuuyB8WKAugOe0ZGRO2SKQ0wClikeFe2bgNbZPc10ASy7MozcVZlYhHagp5AhKpWyZsADKMRWZEoca0_wq5gdb_VhiB-jKQUax2m5xz24Yg67Blflke4/s700/tumblr-oq9yycoyqo1w17rozo1-1280_1_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="700" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP_yNxiYqVi2XLLR4RZLZBXTiCZ0Vu5SIg32VtRtYy4fYgitJXfsUb60fYokC4-9XFjOQ308cuuyB8WKAugOe0ZGRO2SKQ0wClikeFe2bgNbZPc10ASy7MozcVZlYhHagp5AhKpWyZsADKMRWZEoca0_wq5gdb_VhiB-jKQUax2m5xz24Yg67Blflke4/s320/tumblr-oq9yycoyqo1w17rozo1-1280_1_orig.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>"<i>This day-by-day diary of The Orkustra's live, studio, broadcasting and private activities is the result of three decades of research and interview work by Bruno Ceriotti, but without the significant contributions by other kindred spirits this diary would not have been possible. So, I would like to thank all the people who, in one form or another, contributed to this timeline: Jaime Leopold (RIP), Bobby Beausoleil, David LaFlamme (RIP), Henry Rasof (RIP), Nathan Zakheim, Stephen Hannah, Jesse Barish, Steve LaRosa (RIP), Rod Harper (RIP), Colin Hill, Ross Hannan, Corry Arnold, William Hjortsberg, Aldo Pedron, Klemen Breznikar, Reg E. Williams, Charles Perry, Penny DeVries, Claire Hamilton, Lessley Anderson, Ralph J. Gleason (RIP), Craig Fenton, Alec Palao, Johnny Echols, 'Cousin Robert' Resner, Roman Garcia Albertos, James Marshall, Chester Kessler, Gene Anthony, Christopher Newton, Loren Means, San Francisco Chronicle, The San Francisco Examiner, San Francisco Oracle, and Berkeley Barb.</i>"</p><p><a href="http://brunoceriotti.weebly.com/the-orkustra.html">http://brunoceriotti.weebly.com/the-orkustra.html</a></p>
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<p> </p>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766282574442161929noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171370990642927748.post-4184689352528094112023-10-09T05:31:00.001-04:002023-10-09T05:31:09.264-04:00Jay Sebring At 90<p>Jay Sebring, born Thomas John Kummer, was born on October 10, 1933 in Birmingham, Alabama. After a tour of duty in the Navy, Jay decided to enter into the hairstyling profession for men, where he revolutionized that industry. In Los Angeles, he founded the hairstyling corporation, Sebring International, and taught his hairstyling technique to students, while embarking on an ambitious campaign to open Sebring salons in other locations.</p><p>Jay married Bonnie Lee "Cami" Marple in 1960. The couple divorced in 1963. Jay subsequently purchased the former home of Jean Harlow and Paul Bern in Los Angeles, and met actress and model Sharon Tate in 1964, and began a relationship with her, which ended when Sharon met Roman Polanski. Polanski introduced Jay to Abigail Folger and her boyfriend Voytek Frykowski in the summer of 1968, at which time Sharon Tate and Polanski had already been married. Jay, Sharon, Roman, Abigail, and Voytek became close friends, with Abigail herself investing in Jay's company, Sebring International.</p><p>Jay's nephew, Anthony Di Maria, directed the documentary, <i>Jay Sebring...Cutting to the Truth, </i>which premiered in 2020.</p><p>Jay Sebring would have turned 90 on October 10th.</p><p>Please click on the video below to remember Jay.</p>
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