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May 3rd- Words are all I have- Chris Ritchey

Words- text- communication through  a written language. Reading was always difficult for you  as a little boy you were at the beginning of a local failing school system. A system that had to  show progress, so  although  you  had the extra classes , they  passed you  through as completing their  grant driven reading programs. It wasn’t until the 5th  grade we found out , when I  had you  privately  tested, just how bad the problem was. Three years of catch-up and a change to  private education.

Those years were hard for you , you  thought you  must be “stupid”.  However, you  also  developed a skill of  communicating “visually” . Eventually  reading caught up  with  your ability  to  use your art to  communicate.  You  found a niche for your talent at Lorain County  Community  College https://www.lorainccc.edu/

and on the advice of the college you transferred to  Cleveland Institute of Art

http://www.cia.edu/

artwork Chris Ritchey

It was at the students art show at Cleveland Institute of Art , I  was looking at some of your designs etc. I noticed a couple of mistakes in the text. I spoke to  the your instructor that evening about the  mistakes in the text.  He looked at me and said :

“that is not a problem , we can teach  and correct  spelling  etc. what I  can’t teach  is what your son has, his ability  , creativity  and talent. I will give a an assignment  to  the group – “come   up  with  three different  advertising concepts  on a given product/ client  within a week” – Chris, will come back  within two  days with  10  entirely  different takes.  I can’t teach  that……

 

Eventually  you  gained a  position as Art Director for  Wyse Advertising .

http://www.wyseadv.com/

Apparently , according to  your boss at the time, you were poised to do  great things in advertising … we will never know…. but Wyse  were wonderful to  you during that terrible time of your illness.

I do  remember that first year  you worked for Wyse  you  were asked to  do  the ad for them in the annual “Torchlight” Membership  Directory

The monthly AAF-Cleveland Portfolio features the latest in industry development and trends, association insights and updates, and achievements of local members. “Torchlight,” our annual membership directory, is an invaluable “Who’s Who” reference manual of members, agencies, and services in Cleveland advertising.

The directory  was in your portfolio   and the ad………. text, words …….. “scan of the full-page ad that appeared in the Torchlight”

Artwork Christopher Ritchey

 

But there aren’t any  words  that were  so  important as the last words you  wrote to  me – even with  the spelling mistake…….I carry  them with  me every  day

 

Mother’s Day  is coming, once again tinged with  tears and bitter-sweet  ———– I love you…………I need to  finish writing  the book  if I can find the words

 

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May 3, 2018 at 11:19 am Leave a comment

A dangerous situation- Castration of Justice- Lorain

UPDATE: May  14th-2018  ACCORDING TO  THE OWNER – MR. ROBERT GONZALES OF 1026 W. 4TH  STREET, CARLOS LOPEZ AS DOCUMENTED IN COURT RECORDS UNDER HOUSE ARREST AT 1026 W. 4TH STREET DOES NOT RESIDE AT THAT PROPERTY…. YOU  HAVE TO  WONDER THEN “I WONDER WHERE THE FELON WENT”…….

Let me first say – this is entirely  my  own opinion  formed by  circumstances  beyond my control.

This past month I wrote a post :

https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2018/03/19/my-roses-their-guns-walk-away-from-lorain/

For over forty  years  we have lived next door to  a house that has ALWAYS been “difficult” both  with  tenants and lack of respect.

We stayed the course always  hoping and trying  not only  to  make this a better neighborhood and invest in what is Lorain’s oldest neighborhood. In the last two  years we have put in over $22,000 dollars in to  an empty  lot  next door

https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2017/10/16/money-where-your-mouth-is-part-7/

turning it from this

to  this

Lack of code enforcement  and bank dumping in recent years  have made the adjoining property  even more of a nuisance.

As mentioned ,so  many  times before on these pages – the system that is Lorain, inspections , judicial , enforcement and accountability  have, in my  opinion, caused this deterioration of a community, all you  have to  do is ride around  “old Lorain and the downtown” .

Ease of public trough  monies, bank dumps and  property  management companies (in and out-of-state)  has pretty  much  overpowered  and forced out the people who have expendable income. Lorain’s past history (Community Development )   and her  knee jerk reactive development has caused that to  happen. Those who  have stayed … they  either have to  or are still trying against odds that are becoming insurmountable.

OK ! people ( who  can)  move out leave their homes or are looking to  leave. But these past few weeks , I have found something far more sinister  and frightening to  we who  stayed.   As documented,  we have had issues with  individuals who , quite frankly, I  wouldn’t have anything in common or to  do  with , a culture of blatant disrespect on the other side of the fence.  I  don’t understand their “behavior” uncivilized  and a detriment to  community.  But that is not the scary  part.

Last week the designated alley  was blocked by  the tow truck which  has been parked next to  my  fence  and their house  for weeks. Our at large council person can attest to  that fact.

 

I needed to  get out of my  garage. Simple ???ask them to  move what I  consider an illegal  commercial vehicle , out-of-the-way. This tow truck bears the Matatanes Towing – the “business” that was raided in

Lorain police net two arrests in suspected heroin bust

Jan 24, 2017 – A Lorain Police Department SWAT Team member watches the front of Matatanes Auto Repair and Towing, 1141 W. 14th St., as narcotics detectives search the business Jan. 24, 2017. The Lorain Police Department Narcotics Unit executed a search warrant at the automotive repair shop and at 911 W. 14th …

 

Once again I  was met with  the curses and obscenities  from individuals who  do  not reside at that residence.. drop  off and carry  out…

What was even more worrying was the fact when I said:

fine I  will call the police, I  was met with  laughter , high  fiving , and call – don’t care .. call the police… etc.

Eventually  the tow truck and its cargo  ( after having some items stripped) was returned to  its usual parking place next to  my  fence   with  now the car on the top  partially  stripped  in full view over the top  of my  8 foot fence  – looming , reminiscent of a  vulture salivating   at the demise of civility.

 

The Lorain Police Dept. is our last bastion of support for the everyday  citizen They protect and serve and yet here were people with   guns, yes guns  for my  European  readers – par for the course in Lorain apparently – scaring the hell out of me – having the very  people who  can protect and serve, FOUND TO BE  LAUGHABLE. I  was gobsmacked – they  obviously  didn’t give a monkeys….

WHY IS THAT??? … well in the case of the posse next door – I  believe it stems from a judicial decision, Judge John Miraldi  , Lorain County  Court of Common Pleas  Case no.   17CR095700

DEFT HAVING COMPLETED PROGRAMMING W/PRIMARY PURPOSE BOND IN THIS CASE IS MODIFIED. DEFT SHALL REMAIN ON HOUSE ARREST AND RESIDE AT 1026 FOURTH ST., LORAIN, OH. DEFT GRANTED WORK PRIVILEGES MONDAY THRU FRIDAY, 8:00 A.M. TO 4:00 P.M. DEFT SHALL REMAIN ON CSR SUPERVISION AND GPS MONITORING THROUGH COURTMON. ANY CHANGES TO THIS SCHEDULE WILL REQUIRE APPROVAL BY THIS COURT. SEE JRNL. (16CR093607/17CR095700)

How nice and comforting for those who  live here and attend school…. this  man now lodging  2 houses down from a school – under house arrest , a trafficker, moved from the 14th  street address to  our neighborhood.

OH he ISN’T an RSO so  he can live there- My  thoughts.. if he is under house arrest then  the Adult Parole Authority  and by  the judge agreeing, has now turned this “rental” into  a place of incarceration – a jail. Oh  and don’t forget this guy  has gone through a few weeks of rehab- that is OK then???? Community  Control- this community  would like more of a say  so  in the control!!!!!

The other “gentleman “ was not  unknown to  the  “good” Judge John  Miraldi  he had appeared (  gone through a drug rehab  program  under his previous – go  around) 12CR086331 in 2012  and  after 4 pages of court documents  where he thwarted the courts ended up  with  him being incarcerated in a real jail.

However  The “good” Judge must have forgotten how lax this “gentleman” was in the previous go  around 2012 because  this was his sentence  after pleading guilty his latest appearance in court ( and he has quite a record!!!) 17CR095698

DEFT APPEARED IN COURT FOR SENTENCING AFTER HAVING WITHDRAWN HIS OR HER PREVIOUSLY ENTERED PLEA OF NOT GUILTY AND HAVING NOW ENTERED A PLEA OF GUILTY TO AND HAVING BEEN FOUND GUILTY BY THE COURT THE FOLLOWING CHARGE(S): COUNT 1: TRAFFICKING IN DRUGS – 2925.03(A)(1) – F5 COUNT 2: TRAFFICKING IN DRUGS – 2925.03(A)(1) – F5 DEFT IS SENTENCED TO COMMUNITY CONTROL FOR A PERIOD OF THREE (3) YEARS ENDING 10/23/2020. SANCTIONS: ISP; DEFT IS TO SERVE SIX (6) MONTHS IN LCCF; PAY ALL COURT COSTS IN FULL; PAY SUPERVISION FEES IN THE AMT OF $720.00; PAY ALL COURT APPOINTED ATTY FEES IN FULL; SEE JRNL FOR OTHER SANCTIONS UP TO 3 YEARS OPTIONAL PRC (JRM)

Pity  he didn’t  remember that case  because  apparently  The perpetrator seems to  be following a pattern – He has a BAD address and so  is not responding to  the court…….OH MY!!!!

DEFENDANT HAVING BEEN ORDERED TO REIMBURSE COURT APPOINTED ATTORNEY FEES, THE COURT FINDS THAT COURT APPOINTED ATTORNEY FEES ARE: $848.00. THE DEFENDANT IS TO PAY SAID AMOUNT TO THE LORAIN COUNTY CLERK OF COMMON PLEAS COURT. THE LORAIN COUNTY CLERK OF COURTS SHALL PAY SAID FUNDS TO THE LORAIN COUNTY TREASURER. SEE JRNL.
11/22/2017 AGING A/R AGING START DATE
12/14/2017 MOTION MOTION TO BE GRANTED JAIL TIME CREDIT FILED BY DEFT. PROSE.
01/22/2018 ITEM ITEMIZED BILL SENT TO DEFENDANT.
02/20/2018 COLLECTIONS 30-DAY DELINQUENT COURT COST LETTER SENT TO DEFENDANT.
02/20/2018 N/A RETURNED MAIL – BAD ADDRESS
03/19/2018 N/A RETURNED MAIL – BAD ADDRESS
03/26/2018 COLLECTIONS 60-DAY DELINQUENT COURT COST LETTER SENT TO DEFENDANT.
04/16/2018 N/A RETURNED MAIL – BAD ADDRESS

Good luck with  that then Judge – although I  know where he has been off and  on  hanging with  the posse.

Can this be why  those individuals last week found it laughable that I would call the Lorain Police Dept. Has the judicial system stymied them in their ability  to  protect and serve , how problematic a “ticket”  when they  are given such  leeway  in  drug trafficking  , breaking and entering etc. ?

I wrote to  Judge John Miraldi, to  the courts wanting to  know why? I realize the Judge John Miraldi  has his own issues to  deal with

http://www.chroniclet.com/cops-and-courts/2018/02/01/Watch-live-Cody-Snyder.html

http://www.chroniclet.com/cops-and-courts/2018/02/02/Judge-s-son-charged-with-tampering-in-connection-with-fatal-shooting.html

 

BUT, in my  opinion, his court and the way the drug traffickers are given the benefit of the doubt and “rehab” and a slap  has castrated justice. I have not  received any  answer or confirmation . There is a surprise ..BAD ADDRESS maybe……….?????

The City  of Lorain, the enforcement of  her ordinances and the judicial system are two  departments that can affect the quality  of the lives of those that are still here, but seeing a wonderful and I  mean wonderful Lorain Police Dept, with  whom  the organization of which  I am co- chair  (CVSI)

http://www.loraincounty.com/charlestonlorai/

has worked in hand with  for  30  years laughed at  sticks in my  craw  .

 

 

These officers put their lives on the line , their welfare and yes sanity  every  time they  go  on shift. They  have to  have the support of the judicial branch. Time to  step  up- these people are admitted traffickers……… stop enabling the dealers!!!!

April 23, 2018 at 3:24 pm 4 comments

Figgy Pudding – A celebration tale – Chris (tmas) Pudding

Traditions in this house took a 180 degree about-face when my  son Chris died. I could no  longer have Christmas  in this house- Oh! my  mum has her “Christmas Grotto” in her little living room  and Gavin and Braedyn come a decorate her little tree and hang the ornaments.

There are no  longer twinkling lights inside or outside this house in celebration of  anyone’s birth- the beliefs of my  childhood torn asunder.

I have  “visited the holidays ” at my  daughters for the sake of her and her family  and the boys. Traditions changed from my  “English  Christmas of yesteryear” – now Christmas Eve  finds lobsters in the pot – named for those that are not very  nice.. and laughter yes, but the traditions of my  daughter’s youth  and of this house have gone the way  of so many  things. Yes! I visit  the holidays – peace on earth  and good will toward men – has a sour note…….. ( too many religious  hypocrites, sadness and questions  added to  the mix of my  life)

But Christmas  is for children and like every  other grandparent last week I  smiled, laughed and cried as the kindergartners at Braedyn’s school put on their holiday  program .  As all the children wore their Santa, Reindeer, Snowflake and Frosty  hats  little faces all a glow , voices were exuberant  in their renditions  and they  joyously  proclaimed the fun that was coming . My  eyes and heart  fell on  Braedyn singing along

Oh, bring us some figgy pudding,Oh, bring us some figgy pudding,Oh, bring us some figgy pudding, And bring it right here.Good tidings we bring you and your kin;We wish you a merry Christmas And a Happy New Year!

I realized not one of them, including my  own grandson, probably  had any  idea  what figgy  pudding was . For the cooks among you  there are two  versions – Figgy  Pudding and Christmas Pudding – http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/warm-sticky-figgy-pudding-recipe-1918585

Traditionally  we and my  family, through the generations,   used the  Christmas Pudding   and this is the recipe  that is close to  what we  always served.( although instead of glace fruit – which  I  hate -we add dried apricots , shredded carrot and a shredded Granny  Smith  apple .)   http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/33519/delicious-christmas-pudding.aspx

Every  year my  mum and I  faithfully  made the “real” fruitcake -( not that terrible American facsimile  that is tossed like rotten pumpkins) and Christmas Pud.  It was tradition and Christopher’s job from about  the age of 7 was to  bring in the lighted pudding  to  the table – he loved lighting the pudding  but never ate any. The only  ones eating it were my  mother and I  and my  husband would “force a little down”.  Christopher was the last to  light a pudding in this house.

However, as I  looked at all those little faces – I  said to  Nikki:

Gavin and Braedyn have no  idea what they   sing about with  this song . They  have never seen a Christmas pudding !

I  decided then it was time to  hand the tradition over to  my  daughter and grandsons. We had missed out on  “Stir Up Sunday”  but better late than never  http://metro.co.uk/2017/11/26/stir-up-sunday-what-is-this-christmas-pudding-tradition-all-about-7109142/

All the members of the family, especially the kids, need to take a turn to stir the mixture and everyone should make a secret wish while they stir.

Gavin had gone hunting with  his Dad  but Braedyn and his mum were game –  so  over the river and through the snowy streets they  came today . Ingredients all measured out  and we have a new pudding maker in the family  under the watchful eye of his Nana .

We all made our wishes , there were smiles and a few opinions as to  how much  brandy  went into  the pudding and now they – the puddings ( we made too much  mixture so  now we have two)  bubble and sing on the stove for the next few hours.  I am not sure about the traditional pudding  boiling away  on Christmas Eve this year with  the lobsters in the pot – but to  each  his own………..

December 16, 2017 at 10:18 pm 5 comments

Dec 3rd- The waiting – Chris Ritchey

The dark days are here – night-time draws ever closer- I am as a child  frightened of the coming bleak hours/ days –  cuddled down in the bed that is life -looking for warmth- a place to  escape  the dreading –  a window has a glimmer of a lighter shade of night illuminating the place where I  lay.

Still my  eyes are drawn to  the corners , where darkness has gathered  and I know that as the dying days draw ever nearer I will have to  face that darkness that has accumulated  and grown over the days , months and years .  As hard as I try to  keep back the darkness of those days of death  , they are ever-present waiting  to  be released by  the memories of your dying   and those terrible days.

The hope – massacred  by  cancer  causing the onslaught of a pain so deep , a scream that never ends  just becomes silent – to  all but a few.  Every  year I dread these days , the holidays  that hold so  much  more to  me now than pumpkin pies, turkey, lighted trees , singing – they  are tinged with  a blight  that dulls happiness to  that of a  shadow  of holidays past.

 

You  are with  us , I  know.. more so than any other … and for that I  am grateful.. but I  long to  see your face.. hear your  voice…… and laugh at your irreverence instead  I have to  pull over my  face  the  covers of protection-   muffle my  sobs into  the bosom of my  family   and wait…………….

I love and miss you  more with  each  passing day

 

December 3, 2017 at 12:15 am 2 comments

August 3rd – INSPIRE- Chris Ritchey

Words are all I have left – As I have gone through some difficult and very painful procedures health wise I have not complained, held my breath and let the health care personages do their jobs. I have put up with the pain and not made a sound whilst they went about their business. That would not have been the case before you had to deal with the obscenity that is cancer and all those damned procedures. I watched your every flinch, grimace , holding your breath during all those tests and procedures- but you uttered not a cry even when they literally killed you chemically – mouth full of ulcers – joints exploding in pain.

Now I deal with life differently on all levels. I know the debilitating pain you tried to hide from me in Texas, the consequences to your body after the double stem transplant – your voice so weak and yet when you would answer your phone the strength would come back into your voice for those few minutes in order to shield the caller from how you were really feeling. The nurse who said to me in those last days He is phenomenally strong- anyone else would have been on that vent 4 days ago.

You have become and became my inspiration to “deal with” – how could I be cowardly when you were so brave!

Inspire – one of the meanings of this word
2. breathe in (air); inhale.

Middle English enspire, from Old French inspirer, from Latin inspirare ‘breathe or blow into,’ from in- ‘into’ + spirare ‘breathe.’ The word was originally used of a divine or supernatural being, in the sense ‘impart a truth or idea to someone.’

In the end it was the inability to breathe that took you from us…. and yet captured in your art work is that very breath you took and blew into a celtic glass piece As soon as I saw the piece I knew it was

Breath of Life – Celtic Knot – Chris Ritchey

inspired by the very necklace I wore so often when you were young – you used to be fascinated by it. I made up stories for you of treasures and adventures of a little boy named Chris – pirates and treasure hunts just the way I make up stories for Gavin and Braedyn now as we go into the places of our imaginations.

I will always love you Chris until my last breath and beyond….

You are my inspiration in more than one sense of the word……………

August 3, 2017 at 12:53 am 3 comments

April 3rd – sample of life – Chris Ritchey

Breath of Life – Celtic Knot – Chris Ritchey


At first, after you died I girded myself for the arrival of the mailman – sympathy cards, notifications in your name, even the ones from the monuments people wanting us to purchase you a headstone- at least they recognized your family should have a say. As the months disappeared into years pretty much the only mail for you would be the yearly invite to a “four-wheeler” event.

Last week however, Monday , found me opening your letter calling for you to submit work created between January 2015 and December 2016 for AIGA Cleveland . My breath was only sucked out of me for just a few moments and although I was in a foul mood and very touchy for the rest of the day, causing everyone around me to tread on eggshells, I managed.

Then the mailman knocked on the door three days later with a registered letter from the Cleveland Clinic – I can’t abide that conglomerate of medical management http://my.clevelandclinic.org/ This letter was from the Andrology Laboratory and Reproductive Tissue Bank.
Apparently they were updating records and it came to their attention you had passed away “our condolences” (written as an after thought) but we need to dispose of what remains of your son’s life ( my words) hereto known as the “sample” .

I was confused, incredulous , not sure what I was reading – yes I remembered you, on doctor’s advice, had banked sperm before the chemo. I had wondered weeks after your death what would happen. I didn’t do anything because since the Lombardis and the then your wife – Angela Ritchey ( now Dr. Angela Murphy- http://my.clevelandclinic.org/staff/16147-angela-murphyespecially Sue Lombardi ,had made ALL the decisions as to what would be happening with you, my son and your mortal remains, with no input from his family – they would have seen to this as well. I hadn’t realized you had designated me in this instance.

And here it was -the Clinic apparently had not “disposed of ” (their term) the sample upon your death as contracted . Now, I have to make the decision to call them re maintaining the samples – should I do nothing they will commence the disposal on what would ironically be your wedding anniversary !!!!

I read and reread the letter , my gut churned, my mind ran amuck – this planet still holds your life essence and the cavalier Clinic wanted to tell me they were once again in disposal mode.

Angela , Sue and Tim Lombardi


I cried ,gasped for air, memories became reality once again in the ensuing hours. Everything came rushing back – emotional incontinence, anger , disbelief, pain returned full force.

Thoughts of what could be , what should have been, pulling the plug conference in that damned hospital – stony faced Lombardis – removed from the emotions of your death – sitting at that conference table looking like they were smelling bad fish and hoping against hope I would agree to your being taken off life support. Inconvenient, if I wouldn’t agree as Sue Lombardi had already picked out the “coffin clothes”. https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2010/10/14/an-open-letter-mama-sue-lombardi/

I wasn’t thinking straight –

I could get legal advice about maintaining the “sample” – you see to me was more than a “sample” it was my grandchildren that would never be- the life essence of my son and yet there was hope still– surrogate mother ran through my head- what would that cost? and then the darker thoughts of what did they mean by “disposal ” did they dump your “essence of life” into medical waste, the toilet , down a sink? My mind raged , bled and remembered……

Logically I know, you had signed the contract your “sample” should be “disposed of” after your death, so I believe that is what you wanted. Even if I could find a surrogate – it would be sheer selfishness on my part to bring a child into the world when I am surely heading out of it before they would be grown and finally you had a blood cancer when the “sample of life” was taken, I couldn’t take a chance that any child born would have a chance of cancer.

I haven’t responded to the Clinic as yet- although I know I will have to but it is hard to once again have to pull that plug……….

I love you ………

Artwork Chris Ritchey

April 3, 2017 at 11:55 am 3 comments

Lorain – History Mystery- Her Name was Clara-Pt.7

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Part One https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2016/12/27/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara/

Part Two https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara-pt-2/

Part Three https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2016/12/29/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara-pt3/

Part Four https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2017/01/05/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara-part-4/

Part Five https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara-pt-5/

Part Six https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2017/01/16/lorain-history-mystery-her-name-was-clara-part-6/

The continuing pages from Oklahoma- Since there are just the last three and one quarter pages left in the group of writings found above the beam I have decided to finish up this part of the mystery – as to the pages at least 🙂 in a two part post of today and tomorrow

PAGE 6 Oklahoma the story of Bruce Barton:
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Page 6:

About a year lat(t)er the city was startled one night when it was learned that young Bob Sandford had been found dead in his automobile just two miles east of town in a lonely road known as Lovers Roost. He had been shot and a revolver was found on the seat of the car. The discovery was made about 11:30 ( ripped )
I heard about it while ( sitting) crossed out at the club. I did not see Bruce until the next morning at the office and I was reading the morning paper when he came in about 9:30. I spoke of the finding of young Sandford and Bruce said ” It is too bad and I feel mighty sorry for Tom and Bob’s mother.
I asked if he had seen the paper and he said he had not. I told him that two local young men had gone to Police Headquarters and told that they had seen a young woman get into Bob’s car about 8:30 (last ) crossed out that night just about three blocks east of the Bartmore Hotel and they drove on out that street. The police were working on that clue and had found that the girl had registered at the hotel I said her name is “Rose Flemming” and on the hotel register gives her address as D….( ripped) Ok. Delmar(?) is about the same size City torn Bartmore and is about 50 miles w(est) torn…….

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Bruce said “what did you say was the girl’s name? And I repeated “Rose Flemming”
That evening about 8:30 Bruce and I met at the Club and enjoying a game of Billiards when a member of the Club came in and said ” Well the police have that girl over at the Police Station and I guess they are giving her ( torn)…He said that the Chief had told him ( torn)…. admitted she knew young Sandford, but so far re( fused?) to talk. He said the Chief expected a confession before midnight. Bruce looked at his watch and said ” Judge you will have to excuse me for I just happened to remember I have some business to attend to” I thought nothing of it at the time and latter went home.
The next morning while at the breakfast table a reporter from “the Times’ phoned and asked if it was true that Hartwell and Barton would defend “Rose Flemming” I laughed and told him No. Why we never have taken any criminal cases of that kind. The reporter said well that is the report from Police Headquarters and we tried to get in touch with Mr. Barton but (torn..) not get him. I hung up at once and (torn)…the office and Bruce was waiting for me I could see at once something had (torn)……….

ED NOTE: The only Delmar OK I could find was an amusement park in Oklahoma City https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delmar_Gardens ( and that might play a part later on)

However I did find a Rose Flemming of Oklahoma for that time period and beyond…..
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Rose of the Cuimarron
http://www.truewestmagazine.com/who-is-rose-of-cimarron/

met and became involved romantically with George “Bittercreek” Newcomb around 1893. The gang that Newcomb ran with worshipped her due to her good looks and her calm and kind demeanor, and were fiercely defensive of her, spawning her loyalty to them.

She was completely infatuated with Newcomb and began supporting Newcomb’s outlaw life by venturing into town for supplies, as he was a wanted man and could not. Newcomb by that time was riding with the Wild Bunch gang led by famous outlaw Bill Doolin. Her brothers, however, had left the outlaw life and had become well-known Bounty Hunters, calling themselves the Dunn Brothers.

On September 1, 1893, the gang was cornered in Ingalls by a posse of U.S. Marshals, in what became known as the Battle of Ingalls, resulting in an intense shootout. A western legend has it that Newcomb was badly wounded, and while he lay in the street, Rose Dunn is alleged to have run from the “Pierce Hotel” to his location with two belts of ammunition and a Winchester rifle. She fired the rifle at the Marshals while Newcomb reloaded his revolvers, and Newcomb was able to escape. However, that account has never been verified, and was never mentioned by the US Marshal official report, which indicated that Newcomb at best fired two shots then fled.

Three Deputy Marshals were killed during the shootout. Newcomb and Charley Pierce were wounded but escaped. Gang member “Arkansas Tom” Jones was slightly wounded and captured by Deputy Marshal Jim Masterson. Together with Newcomb and other members of the gang, Rose Dunn hid out for at least two months nursing the remaining gang members back to health.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_Dunn
and that Rose Flemming definitely makes interesting reading although it is doubtful that Rose (Dunn) Flemming was Clara’s mother imho …and so it continues

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January 24, 2017 at 4:12 pm 3 comments

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