Ben Gurecki: Call the Day Charlie Got Back to Corcoran from the Hospital

Bed from Cielo up for auction

The bed that was in the guest room and used by Gibby and Voytek who were housesitting while Sharon and Roman were in Europe is scheduled to be auctioned in February at Ole Hound Auction House in Social Circle, Georgia.  Apparently the bed was Altobelli's because there is a bill of sale signed by him that comes with it.  The bed was sold to a single party along with other items in 1996.

If you look through the pictures in Bug's book there is an image of it with the caption saying it is the bed that Gibby was lying on, reading, when Susan Atkins came into the room.

The bed in the guest room at 10050 Cielo Dr.
Thanks to cielodrive.com

Check out the AUCTION listing.  The auction house's Facebook page if you have any questions.

Thanks Thomas for the heads up!

Charles Manson is returned to prison after stay at Bakersfield hospital

Richard Winton and Kim Christensen Contact Reporters LA Times

Charles Manson in court in 1986. (Associated Press)

Mass murderer Charles Manson, who was hospitalized this week with a serious medical issue, has been returned to the Central Valley prison where he is serving his life sentence, a corrections official confirmed Friday.

The Times reported this week that Manson, 82, had been taken to a hospital for treatment of an undisclosed but serious medical problem. Officials with the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation have declined to comment on Manson’s condition, citing federal and state privacy laws.

But Terry Thornton, a spokeswoman for the department, confirmed Friday that Manson was back behind bars.

"Inmate Manson is at California State Prison-Corcoran,” she said in an email, declining to elaborate in a follow-up phone call: "He is at the prison. I don't know how much plainer it can be."

Thanks prefeteria

Nearing The End ?

TMZ Reporting Manson Hospitalized

MANSON: BANNED IN CALIFORNIA

I'm sure many of you have seen this poster from Robert Hendrickson's Academy Award nominated (1973) documentary, MANSON. The accompanying article from the San Francisco Chronicle from January 16, 1976 explains the ban.

The damaged and taped-together photo was given to me by Robert. He said that Joan Merrick was a very attractive lady, and that Bugliosi could not keep his eyes off of her when they met to discuss the documentary.

Krenwinkel Parole Decision Postponed

The decision on whether or not to parole Patricia Krenwinkel has been postponed due to her attorney claiming Patricia had been abused by Charles Manson or another person.  The panel felt there was cause for an investigation.

Read the Story-

http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-krenwinkel-parole-20161229-story.html

Harold True has passed

We have belatedly learned that Harold True has passed.  While we couldn't find a Social Security Death Index record, we were able to find his date of death, May 16, 2013, on a family tree at Ancestry.  Harold's mother died a couple of months before he was three years old.  His father died shortly before he turned thirteen.  He was the oldest of three children.  Harold is survived by his wife of 45 years and a son.

Oh my, look at that hat!  Wouldn't Robert Hendrickson have had a thing or two to say about that?!?!

Rest in Peace Harold.

Manson Family Christmas

“You know what the spirit of Christmas is? It's another lie, from the lyin' pigs that consider me the witness-!”

 -Charles Manson cartoon character on Southpark Episode: "Merry Christmas Charles Manson"

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all around Spahn
No-one  but the Family were lurking, for the ranch-hands had all gone ;
The next day would bring a big holiday, yet nobody seemed to care
Instead, those awake were all wondering when Charlie would be there?
The children and babies were sleeping, gently spread out on the floor,
They laid on towels and blankets in a musty room that had no carpet nor doors;

And Squeaky in her 'kerchief, and with Clem, Country-Sue, Tex and Cap, had spent the day mucking stalls, and were crashed out in a corner, falling into a nap‍.

When out in front of the saloon there arose such a clatter,
They jumped from the mattress' to see what was the matter.
Away to the boardwalk; with glee they flew like a flash,
As Sadie ran to a trailer to grab the bag with the Family stash.
The full moon shined big and brightly in the Southern California sky,
Giving the luster of mid-day lighting to the landscape, which was freaky to all of those who were high.

When, who to the delight of all the tripped out stoners should then appear-
But a miniature- little sinister devil, with a joint tucked behind his ear;

With long flowing black hair, and his eyes so dark, scary and gnarly,
You can tell within a moment, this is the arrival of Charlie.
More rapid than flying eagles, his followers then they came,
And he whistled, and he shouted, and he called them out by name:

"Now Leslie! Now Katie!  Now Brenda and Paul,
On Bruce! On Sadie, and the rest of you ‘all!

To the back of the ranch! Let us head to the waterfall!
Where we will all go take drugs together, and then get naked and Ball!!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The family headed, through the woods, towards the water under the star-lit  sky;
The men seemed more eager, so with no haste they flew,
This was not about toys or games, these dudes knew they were about to get blew:
And then in a twinkling they arrived at the spot, they all got undressed-

then the girls rolled the pot.

As Bruce was getting head, and was turning around,
He was the first to see Charlie come jumping down the hill with a bound:
He was dressed all in leather, but wearing shiny red cap,
And then he too got naked, while laying out a long Holiday styled rap.
When he was finished he put one of the new girls on her back,
And he looked like an animal viewing his prey before the attack:
His eyes‍—‌how they twinkled! His smile: oh how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, for he was about to take another cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was starting to grow stubbly and a touch of grey showed;
When finished he took a toke from the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like a psychedelic Holiday wreath.

He had a satisfied and happy look on his face,
Then he smiled and laughed- as he knew that he had his run of the place.

 
It is so messed up that so many people followed this sad little elf,
That I sometimes I am resigned to sigh and laugh about it in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Were capable of causing so many people, so many things to dread.

He sometimes spoke rapidly, and others just a few words...
And he filled all of his followers minds with the ideas that they heard.
And when he no longer needed them he stood up and rose, He once again would leave them to sort out the lines he had blurred.
 
He sprung up on a motorcycle, and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they dispersed into the night, his little flower thistles:
But I heard him exclaim to them, as he peeled off out of sight‍...

“Clean up the place, feed the horses and have dinner ready by the time I get back tomorrow night”

Vanity Fair and Lynette Fromme's Response

The September 2016 issue of Vanity Fair magazine had a review of two recent books about the Beach Boys, including Good Vibrations by Mike Love.

In its December issue Vanity Fair printed a written rebuttal from Lynette Fromme to one of the contentions Love made in his book.