Pikes Peak Public Library Pictures

Every few months I go to the Pikes

Peak Public Library photos because
they have tons of pictures with wrong dates and names

Now they say they just put down what is written on the photo. So, I guess I can take a photo of my husband and myself, put on the back

Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle with the

date 1776 and thats what they will

print. Do you see where I'm going with this? So, I am going to be printing quite a few pictures and telling the truth about them because the idiots at the library can't.

I've chosen these two as the start. The first picture is: Standing in the car is Jack Dempsey's LITTLE BROTHER, beside him is his little girl. He is shaking hands with C.L. Tutt and the other man next to him on the ground is my dad. The library lists this as Jack Dempsey, C.L. Tutt is listed as unknown but they got my dad right.

The second picture is:left to right, unknown, my Uncle Francis, Jack Dempsey, Mary Marvin (my uncles nurse) and unknown. The library lists this as unknown, my dad, Jack Dempsey, unknown, unknown.

Jack Dempsey was a friend of my father's, in fact my dad tried to start a hotel in Mexico which Jack was going to run. The Mexician government ran Jack and my dad out of the country. I don't know if the hotel is still standing today but it would've been a good one. Jack's little brother was a fighter also. He moved to L.A. when the mob was in contol of it and got hooked on drugs, he died from an overdose. Jack took it very hard.

So, this is the first of many pictures :)

What It Means To Be A Penrose

I had the chance to meet a really nice couple a week ago. They had
purchased a teddy bear that came from my father's estate 10 years ago.
As I talked with them, the gentlemen made a statement about being a
Penrose. I just smiled, thinking to myself they have no idea what it means
to be a Penrose, the pain and suffering.

I do not fault people for their thinking, they see all the postives while I have had to live and remember the negatives along with the postives. Isn't that the way it is in every family.

The Penrose family roots start at a Welsh tribe in Wales, we are also related to King John of England from there we came to Philly (before it was Philly) and were shipbuilders. My ggrandfather became a senator and held many poltically offices.My grandfather was a doctor as was my Uncle Charles, Uncle Boies a senator, Uncle Richard a geoloist, my father and Uncle Spence did great things, my Uncle Francis had a nervous breakdown and was unable to do things.

I, however came at a time when things were not so good. Like my father, I was subjected to tests done on me (it was like electric shock). I witnessed my father and a police officer being murdered by another man. I was beaten almost to death, later on I heard the screams of my next door neighbor and her daughter being murdered because "they" got the wrong house. "they" were looking for me. I was given mass amounts of drugs to make my memory go away. At the age of 11 "they" came dressed as a priest and nun (its the only time "they" had a face but I learned "they" were many people). My parents were always talking about "they". So, at age 11 "they" took a large sickle to my insides (when I was 22 I had surgery, the doctor said it looked like someone had craved me up like a Christmas turkey, I cannot have children because of this).

"They" put me in a foster family and stole my inheritance, name and life but "they" could not steal my memories. "They" tried but did not succeed. So, if you think being a Penrose is easy, its
not but I have the memory of a loving, caring father and deep inside me I have the Welsh blood that only those from Wales can understand. I am proud of my roots but it has cost me a lot.

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

Christine

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.