Thursday, February 26, 2009

Rocky Mountain News

Tomorrow will be a sad day for Colorado, the oldest newspaper in her state will close its doors.

Rocky Mountain News printed its first issue on April 23, 1859, her printing press came from Omaha, Neb. on an oxcart. The Rocky Mountain News was born at the start of the Colorado Gold Rush and she has seen and reported it all.

Her life was almost snuffed out in the 1940's, but was saved by her editor Jack Foster when he convinced the owner to make changes. She got a tabloid design, which made it easier to read and Frances Foster, Jack's wife, introduced America's first advice column called "Molly Mayfield". It was an instant hit and many newspapers began having advice columns which opened the doors for Ann Landers and Abigail Van Buren.

She merged with her rival The Denver Post in 2001, both papers are owned by the same company. She has won a Pulitzer Prize in 2000, 2003 and 2006, in 2002 she won Best of the West. In 2007 she was redesigned to a magazine style and then put up for sale in 2008. With no buyers, the owners are closing her doors.

The Rocky Mountain News has been there through all gold rushes, she was around when the Governor owned a gold mine in Cripple Creek, she was there when Rockefeller brought in the militia and gunned down miners and their families, she was there in the 1920's when the Governor and mayor of Denver were members of the KKK, she was there in the 1960's when the Denver police Dept. was so corrupted and doing business with the mafia, she was there when they cleaned that mess up (just like L.A. in the 1930's).

Tomorrow, she will no longer have her voice. Her hallways will forever be silent but if we are lucky her voice may be able to sing to us from the archives in the Denver library and if we are very lucky, then ALL of her stories will be there.

Farewell, Rocky Mountain News!

History is not History, till it is the truth
Abe Lincoln

Monday, February 23, 2009

Philip Thomas and Spencer Penrose

Well, here is the meat and reason for my book. I am fulfilling a promise my father made to my grandfather, to tell the truth and make things right. My dad didn't get to do it, so it is my place to fulfill this promise. I won't be giving a lot of details in this post that I'm saving for my book plus it would make this post super long.

In the early 1890's Spencer Penrose came to Colorado Springs, Colorado. He was a 1/3 partner in a mine called the Commenwealth located in AZ, his brother Richard and a German banker were the other partners, the mine pulled in 1 million dollars a year. So Spencer was not poor, he also recieved his share of the Penrose Trust each year. He went into several business ventures, mostly real estate with C.L. Tutt. Spencer knew C.L. from Philly, C.L. lived about 4 blocks away from the Penrose house, with his grandfather and mother. C.L. was a year younger then Spencer.

Spencer owned and lived in a house on Boulder St. that he shared with two other men, he also had an apartment on Bijou St., this is where his brother Philip lived.(C.L. Tutt also owned a house where his family lived and he also had an apartment for his love affairs) Spencer was having an affair with one Julie McMillan, among others. Philip would leave the apartment when Spencer needed the place. Philip was going to school at the Mining School in Colorado Springs, he also got his share of the Penrose Trust, this money needed to last him a whole year. He had a secert hiding place in the apartment where he kept his money, only Spencer and himself knew where he hid it or so he thought.

He came home one day and found his money gone, he was livid with anger. Spencer shows up, he needed the apt., Julie was coming over. Philip accuses Spencer of stealing and doesn't listen when Spencer tries to tell him he didn't steal it. Philip lunges at him and chokes him till Spencer passes out. Spencer doesn't try to defend himself. Philip checks and Spencer is still alive so he storms out the door, he walks around town wondering what he is going to do with no money.

Meanwhile, Julie shows up (she saw Spencer as her next husband but she found out before she came over that Spencer has had a sexual encounter with someone that she could not approve of). So, she poisons him and takes all the money he has on him. Philip comes home and Spencer is dead. He freaks, he believes that he has killed his brother. So, he comes up with a story that he was the intended victim and these people killed Spencer thinking they were killing Philip.

His family buys the story, the family agrees that Philip should take over Spencer's identity so the killers won't know that they made a mistake. Thus, Philip becomes Spencer and does a great many things in his brother's name. Also, making a promise to his father that he would make it known who he really was before he died.

Philip is enjoying his new life, he has stayed away from Colorado Springs for a year and a half. He returns keeping a low profile. He decides to take a trip to Europe with a male friend, on that boat
is Julie McMillan. She knows about the argument that Spencer and Philip had, she was the one who stole the money from Philip and murdered Spencer. During the cruise she finds out a few things but its not till they land and she spends time with Richard Penrose (who is in England) does she find out what the family has done.

She sees Philip again and basically blackmails him into marriage. Now she has what she wants, money. Philip thought he could buy her off but he couldn't. He did not find out that she murdered his brother till the 1950's, he had been married to her for over 40 years. At first a weight had been lifted off of him, discovering he did not murder his brother. Now, he could leave his marriage, Julie no longer had any hold on him. Don't get me wrong, they were comfortable with each other but they did not love each other. Julie really loved Spencer. And Philip, well he loved his mother and me (his daughter) but he had never met anyone that he could really give his heart to.

So, there you have it the family skeleton about Philip and Spencer Penrose.

I re read this post on Nov 2012 because my stats showed that someone else had read it. At the time I wrote this I thought that Julie had murdered my Uncle but that is not the case. Dorothy Palmer, daughter of General and Queenie Palmer, was the person who really murdered him. Also, Julie died in the late 1930's early 1940's. Dorothy Palmer took her idenitiy here in Colorado Springs and lived in the same house as my father. They had seperate bedrooms but they came from a generation where that was common, so it was no big deal. Why did Dorothy pretend to be Julie? I have no idea, my father told me how he came to be my Uncle Spencer but my mother never shared why she came to be Julie. Some things will never come to light.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dr. Juan A. del Regato

I have been working on a book about my family, some of my posts are from the research I have done. My book is going slow, people are wondering why its taking so long. Well, two reasons (1) I want to get the facts right because so misinformation has been printed and the second one is I am finding really neat people doing this and I follow their path trying to find out more about them!

I also am finding a lot of people have passed away, one such person was my dad's and mine doctor, Dr. Juan A. del Regato. I remember him as if it was yesterday, he was a very tall man (that could be because I was a tiny child and everyone was tall to me) :)

I didn't care for him at first because he did a lot of tests on me and they were painful but when I went to his office with my father for my father's cancer treatments, I liked him.

Dr. del Regato was born in Cuba on March 1, 1909. He attended medical school at the University of Havana and recieved his medical degree from the University of Paris. He invented the device that gave effective radiation treatments in the early era of radiation oncology.

He came to the U.S. in 1939, he worked for the Chicago Tumor Institute then went to Washington and worked in the private practice of Dr. Edwin Merritt then went to the National Cancer Institute.

In Jan. 1943, he took a position as a radition oncologist at Ellis Fischel State Cancer Hospital in Columbia, MO. It was here in 1948 that my father met him and decided to build a cancer hospital in Colorado Springs. Dr. del Regato became director of that institution, the Penrose Cancer Hospital.

Dr. del Regato arrived in the Springs before the hospital was done, his offices were on Garden of the Gods Road. The building still stands there today but another company occupies it. One day my father and I were at his office, my dad was getting one of his treatments.
My father asked the good Dr., "Do you have any children?"
"Yes, I do" he replied. The conversation went on and we found out his children were in Cuba.
My father said, "It's not good for a man to be without his children. I'll see what I can do to get your children to you."

And my dad did, my father died before Dr. del Regato's children came to America but when they did, one of his daughter's was allowed to come see me. She wanted to thank the daughter of the man who made it possible for her to be here and she did. But, I didn't get a chance to thank her for her father, who made it possible for my daddy to live a little bit longer. Both men were great men.

If you'd like to read about Dr. del Regato you can through this link

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Movie "W"

We finally got to see the movie "W" sunday nite. We bought it at Target, most of the stores here are not selling it and of course it was never shown in any theatres here (also the movie "Religulous" is not going to be shown or sold here, I bought that thru and it should arrive next week).

So, the long wait to see "W" is over. Oliver Stone did a very good job, he went down the middle of the road and left the choice up to the viewer. You could feel sorry for George or you could say to yourself, "Yep, I knew all along he was an idiot." No matter which way you went, the movie was good.

Josh Brolin did a supreme job as Bush and all the others did good also, the only one that was hard to accept was Rice.

And of course, we see once again, that the patients are running the asylum. The war has always been about greed and power, just as nam was. I can't help feeling a tad of pity for W, then I remind myself "the decisions make the man" and then I move on.

I was interested in seeing what the portrayal of Cheney was going to be. It showed what has already been shown, it left me a little sad for I knew Dick Cheney when I was a little girl. And I know there are people who hate him but I have to speak the truth.

No where does the movie or any newspaper show the young man Cheney who wanted to go into politics to do good and how he got involved with the wrong people, those people wanted to use him for thier own greed and they have.

The Cheneys are from Wyoming, (I'll be doing another blog on the Wyoming cattle wars later on)
actually Dick was born in Neb. but Wyoming was home. His wife went to Colorado College here in Colo. Springs so when Dick decided to pursue politics, his wife went to my family's foundation for support. What she didn't know was a plan was put into effect to set up her, her daughter and my mother. It worked and I will not go into the details. She got the money from Thayer Tutt Sr, Tutt's plan had worked, he was in favor and my family was in disfavor.

I was taken to the Cheney's ranch shortly after my father's death. The people who took me there were informed by Dick that he could not vouch for my safety. He made two other statements (1) the people that brought me would find out it was not the in thing to be loyal to the Penroses and (2) He didn't have to take orders from the Tutts. The first one hurt me to the quick (I would find out that it was true). I was returned to the state of Colorado fast. And that was the last time I saw the Cheney family.

I feel that Cheney did a good job when he was Secretary of Defense during Bush senior's term. He seemed to being doing the good he always wanted to do. Who knows what happened during "W's" term.

So, was this movie done to save the Bush's name and perpare us for Jeb running for President? If so, they won't get my vote!

Friday, February 13, 2009


We all have regrets in life, some more then others, for those who have none, my hat is off to you.

My father had a regret, her name was Christine.

I wanted to know more about this regret, I searched a long time because all I had was the first name. I could rule out the bronco rider my father was madly in love with, her name was Sally or Sadie. That love affair ended because my gandfather commanded my Uncles to interfere, which they did bringing the whole thing to a halt.

And no, my grandfather never called her a circus performer, the circus performer remark was made during an argument that my parents had. My father said to my mother, "I am tired of performing like a circus monkey for you." The only people who heard this remark were, my parents, Thayer Tutt Sr, Frank Baber and myself.

I found a Christine Penrose but she was of no relation and when she married, the newspapers reported she was a niece of the family, but that was false information. I discovered another Christine in Colorado Springs, she was a famous fiction writer. Christine Whiting Parmenter, was a published author from the 1920's, she wrote well into the 1940's. I found every book that was published, thinking if this was THE CHRISTINE, she might have written about her realtionship with my father. But, no she was not the one. Though I am so glad to have discovered her for she has disappeared from the history of Colorado Springs. She was born in 1877 and passed away in 1953, she wrote over 25 fiction books and stories, she married and had a daughter.

I poured over my uncle's letters and at long last a shadow emerged. My grandfather had mentioned a Christine briefly, she had came to the house by the seashore, when grandfather had vacationed there. On I searched and slowly the shadow became a willowy figure and the willow a person.

Christine came from a wealthy family, her family was related to my grandfather's side of the family but it was a very far relation. Just as my gandfather had arranged my Uncle Charle's marriage with success, my grandfather believed that Christine would be perfect in ours.

Her beauty was not outstanding but she wasn't a dog either. She cared deeply for others, she was on numerous charities and was always helping people. Her spirit was kind and with her wealth she helped many. Every summer she stayed at her house in Bar Harbor, it was not far from the Penrose summer home. Every winter she lived at the Bellevue-Stratiford Hotel, my Uncle Richard also lived at this hotel. Her name was mentioned many times at social events in the New York Times.

The marriage between her and my father never took place, she never married. She was a good friend and companion to my Uncle Richard when they both were in residence at the Bellevue-Stratiford.

And so Christine, the person, became a willow who became a shadow once more when she passed away in 1944.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

My Little Store

I woke up this morning thinking I would write down a story about my dad, then I found a cute story about a grandmother going to court but I opened up the newspaper (which I have put the owner, editor and writers into my league of morons hall) and there was a story about a thrift shop and a consignment store talking about the new law that the CPSC (Consumer Product Safety Commission) put in to effect today. So, that's what I'm talking about today.

I have a little on line store (, I named it after one of my dad's nicknames for me Little Dame. This store is a hobby for me, I make very little money from it but I love it. Many past family members had stores and they all failed but my generation has the internet and that has changed shopping. My store has what I love the most, dolls. I have Chatty Cathy, American Girl, Effanbee, Barbie and Madame Alexander. The store started because my collection of dolls became to big and I decided to sell some of them.

So, one day I am reading posts from fellow ecrater's, they are talking about the new law that CPSC is going to put into effect Feb. 10, 2009 and how it will affect them. My heart fell, it looked like I was going to have to close my shop. My husband, bless his heart, told me to go online to the CPSC and ask them if this law would indeed affect me. So, that's what I did. It took awhile but my question was answered and re answered in the rules on their site. No, it did not affect what I sell since I sell collectibles and my items are not for children under 12. I drew a big sigh of relief. My fears alleviated I kept my store open.

So, when I opened the paper this morning and saw this article, I was whizzed. The reporter gave a gloom and doom look at things. They didn't even do thier homework with the CPSC. I felt if you're going to report on something like this, give all the facts. But what am I saying, newspapers have never printed the truth, if they can scare people and give a one sided look at things then they pat themselves on the back. Gee, sounds like the republicans doesn't it :)

Hope everyone has a good day today!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Time Travel

I am totally fascinated with time travel. I love all the movies, Back to the Future 1-3, H.G. Wells - The Time Machine (especially the remake), Frequency, even the silly ones. To be able to travel back in time and undo wrongs that have been done. Would it really be like the remake of The Time Machine where his girlfriend died each time he tried to change the future? Who knows!

The government has been working on time travel since the 1930's, I don't know how close they have come. My father said he didn't think they would be able to accomplish it (and that was in the late 1950's) but just in case they did and I got a chance to do it he gave me a time to go back in. It's the late 1800's and I am to make sure that he goes to school on a certain day. That day is the day his mother died, he always felt that if he had been in school his father would have never blamed him for his mother's death. His mother fell down the stairs and broke her neck, the newspaper says she died from a lung condition but that's not true. The newspapers never have the true facts. My father didn't have anything to do with it, it was a household accident, I think my grandfather would have blamed anyone who was there that day. Grief has a way of wanting to blame someone.

But, I think if anyone would or could discover time travel, it would be the early Egyptians. Here were a people that had knowledge beyond our understanding. In 1893, a young geologist was doing work for the United States government. He was on a worldwide survey, taking samples of soil etc. when, in Egypt he came across a man selling his wares. The geologist examined an item that caught his eye, he had no idea that the items being sold were from a grave robber. He bought the item he fancied.

This artifact if held in your hand, would show you your past, present and future. The artifact has since been returned to it's own land but if the Egyptians were capable of this then time travel would have been no problem. Or maybe time travel eluded them too. Things that make you wonder.

Friday, February 6, 2009

When You Wish Upon A Star

My father was a wonderful man, we had a song. He said whenever you feel low or you need to feel close to me just sing our song. I'd like to share those words:

When you wish upon a star
Makes no diff'rence who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

by Ned Washington and Leigh Harline

I wish I had my father back.

"Ohanna" (no family gets left behind or forgotten)

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Freedom Riders

This is the month of February and if I am not mistaken it is Black history month. The Smithsonian magazine has a great story on the Freedom Riders and tells where some of those people are today.

For those who do not know about the Freedom Riders, they were volunteers who traveled the South on regular scheduled buses for 7 months in 1961. This was done to test a 1960 Supreme Court decision that declared segregated facilities for interstate passengers illegal.

Here are a few of these people and where they are today: John Lewis and Bob Filner are congressmen, one for the state of California, one for the state of Georgia.

Russell and Mary Jorgenson are 91 and 92 years old now and live in California.

and my all time favorite Joan Pleune, 70 still doing her thing with the Granny Peace Brigade in N.Y.

I admire these people and people everywhere that stand up for injustice. I, however am a couch protester, the closest I've come to protesting is for my vet where I signed a petion and sat at a city council meeting at City Hall (I didn't go to the podium to speak). I think that penrose gene missed me.

It did not miss my Uncle Boise (pronounced boyce), he was walking back to the family home on Spruce Street one day when he passed a factory. In front of this factory was a crowd, a gentleman on a soap box was airing his discontent for the establishment that he was in front of. My Uncle agreed with everything the man said, better wages etc. So, my Uncle got up and expressed his opinion agreeing with the gentleman.

My Uncle was very pleased with himself, at dinner he was going to share his day with the family when my grandfather, already knowing the events, blasted his older son. Unfortunately, the Penrose family had stock in this very factory. My Uncle, who wrote poems, plays and had a heart for the underdog, was told he had done a very irresponsible thing and that he was going to have to learn responsibility. He became a lawyer and a senator.

I often wonder what his life would have been like if he could have followed his creative nature.

Misinformation 3

Tutt resigned as president of U.S.R & R., wrong. He was told to resign, he brought in hired guns to keep the miners in line. It got so out of hand the governer had to step in, putting MacNeill and Penrose in charge.

Tutt sold shares of Utah stock to Penrose, wrong. Tutt was dead by the time the Utah mine was started.

Penrose was named execator of Tutt's will and guardian of his children, wrong. Tutt's lawyer took care of the will and Tutt had only one kid alive by the time he died, C.L. Jr. and Penrose was not his guardian, C.L. Jr.'s guardian was his mother but he was old enough not to need a guardian.

Spencer Penrose had a fake eye, wrong. Richard Alexander Fullerton Penrose Jr was the one that had a fake eye. He was rowing champion of Harvard and took his team to the championships and brought to Harvard the torphy. It was a rowing accident that cost him his eye. My Uncle Richard was a wonderful caring man and my grandfather constantly told him to hold his head up and look each man in the eyes, to never be ashamed of his looks. My Uncle died before I was born but my father made sure that I knew about each member of my family. Plus I have my uncle's letters.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Eminite Domain

Have you ever heard the term Eminite Domain? Don't feel alone, neither had I till my veterinarian went thru it. It means the government can come in and take your property. We have had the best vet for 15 years, he took care of our mini doxie thru all illnesses, shots, boo boo's and held our hands when it was time to let our little boy go. He was there when we got our 2 new little boys.

We were there when our vet went thru his divorce and when he met and married a wonderful woman who also is a vet. We watched as his little girl grew into a lovely woman and married last month. So when we went in for a visit 4 months ago, we discovered that the city of Fountain (this is a small, small suburb of Colo. Springs) was declaring eminite domain on thier portion of our vet's business property.

Now, my vet and his wife had already with lawyers talked to the developer and papers were to be signed, money, which had been agreed upon, was to be paid. As far as they knew there was no problem. Now, all of a sudden there was a problem. The developer backed out of his agreement, the city was holding secert meetings and it appeared that things that were agreed upon (septic tank, water, road acesss to the vets business etc) had been voided. The city council also told my vet that there was nothing he could do and that NOBODY cared about them or thier business.

Well, when I heard about the part that nobody cared, my claws came out because I was told the same thing when I was a little girl, 3 years old to be excat, that nobody cared about me and nobody wanted me, my father had been murdered and no one was going to do anything about it. No one was going to stand against the family that had murdered my father and taken everything declaring themselves godsons and heirs. They also told me that to be loyal to a Penrose was not the in thing and i would not find any loyalty within thier circle.

So, my husband and I signed the petiton, went to City Hall to fight alongside our friend and vet. I also faxed my family's foundation, stating what was happening and if they would help. (I knew they would not do anything for me but I thought maybe they would do something for someone else, after all that's what the foundation was set up to do) Well, I never heard from them so I guess the answer was no.

So, at City Hall, it was packed to the hilt. It was a great feeling to see so many people there, saying we care and we are standing up for the rights of our vet. Showing him and his family that they were not alone.

It all worked out, what had been agreed upon in the beginning was put to paper once more. The developer did not get away by offering less money or not addressing the issues that had been agreed to, the land was not taken away and rights were not shuffled under the table. Justice was done because the american people stood as one. And the american people are going to speak again when members of the city council go up for re-election. They are out of here!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Misinformation 2

The Penrose family was wealthy, no. They all had jobs and worked very hard. They got $500.00 each, a year from the family Penrose Trust. Richard Jr and Spencer found a mine in Az. which they called Commonwealth about 1891, that brought in a nice chunk for everyone but the mine in Utah was the biggest, that was around 1910. From then on out you could say they were wealthy but not before that.

The C.O.D. mine was the catalyst for Spencer's wealth, not true. See above

Spencer lacked drive and persistince, not true. He was a hard working person and always strived to do better.

Tutt grounded Spencer, not true. It was the other way around and Spencer was a great example of work ethics. He had to be or his father would've slapped him silly.

All enterprises failed, wrong. His store in Las Curces, NM, his hotel in Penrose, Colo failed but all of his mines that he had with his family and his hotel in Colo Springs were huge successes.

Spencer wired Boies for money, wrong. Philip wired Boies for a train ticket

Spencer was half owner of the C.O.D. mine, wrong. Spencer was a 1/16th owner of the C.O.D.

Charles MacNeill was a ruthless businessman, wrong. Charles MacNeill was Spencer's best friend and always helped him and told him the truth. C.L. Tutt was the ruthless one

Good Old Colo. Springs

If anyone has been to the Springs then you know that it is a beautiful place. The mountains, the trees, the air and if you are a mystery lover then this is the place. Beneath the beauty of this city are tons of skeletons (meaning secerts). Writerquake has a beautiful old postcard on her blog of Will Roger's Shrine. In this picture is a house, the house has been remodled, it no longer is three stories and is a visitor center for the shrine. I believe (and I could be wrong) that this is Ashton Potter's summer home. You ask, "Who the bleep is Ashton Potter?"

Well, Ashton was a member of the Springs high society in the early 1900's. As far as I can find he didn't do to much, he and his wife Grace threw big parties, they knew the Palmers and Penroses. He came from New York, his Uncle was a Bishop, Ashton served in the Spanish American war. i don't know where his money came from, Grace had money, she had been married before and had two children, Ganson Depew Jr. and Lucia Depew. They built a house in the Braodmoor area in 1911. This area was so new it didn't even have an address. The phone book lists the address as 3/4 mile west of casino, Broadmoor. This is where they built a house that they named El Pomar (meaning The Orchard). What makes this a mystery is the last days of thier life.

Ashton and Grace decided that they wanted a summer house built in the Cheyenne Mountains, the year is 1914. They had been married five years wanted a get away home, as if the wilderness of the Braodmoor wasn't enough they wanted more wilderness. The day comes, July 12, 1914, the house is almost done, just a few finishing touches by the carpenters. Ashton and Grace decide to journey to the summer home. As far as I can tell from the old newspapers (and newspapers don't always tell the truth espically here in this town), on Aug. 6, 1914 someone finds Ashton and Grace. Ashton is dead, Grace cannot move or talk. Her mother has been living with the couple for awhile, she does not leave her daughters side. Grace is taken down the hill to her home, El Pomar, on Sept. 12 ,1914 where she dies never recovering, never talking.

Graces fortune is in the hands of her lawyers (she left 10 million dollars) which is divided between her two children Ganson 18 years old and Lucia 14 years old. Spencer and Julie Penrose buy the El Pomar house from the lawyers. (Yes this is told because of misinformation that Spencer built the El Pomar house, he did not). So this is how El Pomar came into the Penrose family.

As far as good ole Ashton he was buried, dug up and shipped to be buried in New York all in the same day. I haven't been able to locate any cemetery in New York that has his remains.

No one followed through as to what or who killed them, everything stops at Graces death. Strange isn't it.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Famous Quotes

Great people are those who make others feel that they, too, can become great.
Mark Twain

Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Will Rogers

I am one of the richest men in America and I can't buy that which I want the most - time.
Spencer Penrose

Keep moving forward.
Walt Disney

A toy doesn't last 20 years, a dream does.
Ruth Handler, co-creator of Mattel

Spencer Penrose

For this first time I'm going to cover the most used misinformation about Spencer:
Spencer built the Will Rogers Shrine for himself, wrong. The shrine was going to be for Julie Penrose when Will Rogers died Spencer asked Julie if they could name her shrine for Will. She agreed. Being buried at the shrine came later, Julie was going to be buried in Belgium beside Gladys. Spencer was going to be buried at Evergreen Cemetery in Colo. Springs. His headstone was already picked out. Julie buried him at the shrine instead of Evergreen.

The nickname Spec came from the word speculation, wrong. Spec was a CHILDHOOD nickname that his brothers gave him and ONLY his brothers used it. Anybody who knew Spencer Penrose called him Spence. All of the other brothers had nicknames too except Philip. The brothers were past the nickname stage by the time Philip was born.

Before prohibition, Spencer stockpiled booze because he was a big boozer, wrong. He stashed booze for his hotel because he didn't want to buy from the mob. It's called good business sense.
thats all for now

this is about my life, views and pet peeves

This is a new beginning for me, a blog. I want to thank those who have led me here, Darlene from Darlene's Hodgpodge who was a shining star in the black sky of my life and Writerquake who published an old PC of the Shrine which led to Darlene which led me here.

I will be sharing a LOT about a pet peeve of mine, which is misinformation about Spencer Penrose. So hang on to your hats while the roller coaster of life takes its twist and turns.
Oh, yes that's me on the right with my hubby (yes that's his real hair)