The Continuing Misadventures of Rose De France

By Rose Cherie De France

This book is a true journal. Some of the names of people, streets, and places have been changed possibly making this reality based fiction. Written by a scorned woman to keep herself company the journal confronts a double standard and injustice one woman went through and her attempts to heal herself through books and finally action. Strong feelings and sexuality are all aired about the life of a real person. This book is really about a sabotage - a lie that was spread and the ingriedients surrounding this lie. The thread of the book seems to imply a love hate relationship and one person looking back on it to decide which it is. Perhaps she'll never know. Written for herself, published to share; Rose wants to escape to Hawaii which I'm reading of a prophecy by a Dr Walker predicting Hawaii to be a "lighthouse to a world adrift in unpredictable seas." The promise on this cover is that when Rose does make it to Hawaii she will write another and different book!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456732912

Rose Cherie De France

When the author of this book was in college she studied to be a writer and this is where she met her first obstacle; an English teacher who did not like her personal style of writing. Because some things never change and the need is felt to publish personal journals she is taking a pen name - Rose Cherie De France. Please enjoy. A graduate of the College of San Mateo, computer operator, single mother of three turned flute player, turned singer, turned artist, truned writer Rose De France lives in San Francisco where she still feeds her mother two meals a day. Rose has five lovely grand children. Rose is growing weary and is "seeing the good end" (Mike Dooley) of herself in Hawaii where lovely people like rainbows of color and believe in living forever. Where there are warm tradewinds and warm water to swim and exercise in and where "The ancient wisdom says to feel good about your sexuality. It is the seat of your creativity and the frequency of manifestation." (Pila of Hawaii) Rose see's herself on the beach with her youngest grand boy.............. One of the first baby boomers, born to parents who grew up during the Great Depression of 1933, Rose grew up living a furgal life.

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The Continuing Misadventures

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Rose De France

Rose Cherie De France

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First published by AuthorHouse 06/15/2011

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

January 9, 2001

January 30, 2001

TWO DREAMS

February 8, 2001

February 13, 2001

February 15, 2001

July 21, 2002

Another Dream

Cyclic Events

January 6, 2003

SOUR GRAPES INVENTORY

POISEN PEN LETTER yeah yeah

FEELING OF FAILURE

CONFESSION

LETTER OF FORGIVENESS

LETTER OF APPRECIATION OF GIFTS

NEW CHAPTER

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

FRIDAY MORNING

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

The Continuing Saga

It was the year of the RAM.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Tues. morning March 19, 2003.

FRIDAY MARCH 21, 2003 Chapter 3

Sat. Morn - The Way I See It

March 26, 2003

Saturday

STRANGE DREAM

Friday

Monday

Thursday

Saturday morning

Sunday morning

Monday morning

Tuesday

Wednesday

Easter Sunday 2003

Friday Night 11:59pm

April 28

Monday morning

May 9

May 12

May 13

May 14

May15

Friday May 16

Monday morning May 19

Thursday 3:39am

June 3, 2003

June 5, 2003

June 6, 2003

June 7 2003

June 9, 2003 4:20am

Another Short Episode

June 12 2003

June 14

June 18 Wednesday morning @5:00am

July 8 – Tuesday 7:00pm

July 12, Saturday morning 9:30am

August 9, 2003 4 something AM

August 10, 2003

August 28, 2003

September 4, 2003

Another Episode

October 3

More continuous episode………………

Written by Fate for Myself and to Share

Introduction

Some of the names of people, streets, and places have been changed making this a reality based fiction.

At this introduction I would like to write out part of the ending for Cash actually agreed upon by us both. This is it: Cash has his own island; it is full of knives and swords and he is the only one that can be there. He is One Man Walks Alone Cash the Legend.

Should I try to explain or apologize? Only as in a dream:

I dreamed Cash was big up in the sky he was everything

Rose Cherie De France

Part 1

Chapter 1

If only I could tell you – maybe it would help me to figure it out. Tell you, that is, why it must have been that I found the fortune saying, Things are not what they seem. At the time I’m saying – intuitively – inwardly, I know, but me I was happy for a moment.

And now even more confused? You see - reader of this – I have gone someplace else. There is Stormin Norman with his gentle touch of encouragement and his erotic cartoon art. There is Melissa with her sense of color and her ways. There is Thomas Connie the artist of style – antique somewhat; Rick, bright and light full of love; Demetrius and his colouge art and he does travel with his pack back. There is Cheryl so beautiful. Big Al – ocean abstract; Brian and Joe on clay; so far there are two girls named Janet, one in ocean color; the other in self portrait. Michael – Naked Eyes – A tree Picture and much more. One is an artist guy – of passionate color who I love for watching over me. Nothing serious just a good feeling, what could be better than that? Yes and much more there is the boss – Jennifer – head social worker – talk about love. I love her. She wrote up to my worker and got me in. There is Dale – magical guy, with his nifty shiny thick black nail polish so helpful on my first day along with Rick of course! So this place is a combination of artists. Some retarded – some mentally challenged-some at risk-and me of course all three??!!!? And there are even many more artists I do not know their names yet. So what seems so unbelievable is me, I get to paint along with all these people while I also pass out paper, colors, paints, scissors, erasers, pencils, linseed oils, gesso etc. Somehow I like the job in fits in with me and this is unbelievable. Why should it be anyway? What about the fortune? Well that is over. Maybe things are not as they seem meant that my five cards were misplaced before the judging. But this place I believe being ‘A people’s place’ is quite fair and has given me a second chance to get my cards in a contest. My card pictures are so beautiful, tropical turquoise, purple, pink, and blue skies all with green palm trees and turquoise and blue waters, green land at the bottom. So anyway I would love to get one of my cards printed especially since I have given a lot of them away and sold one or two and they are originals because I never zerox copied them. Isn’t it great now-a-days we can copy things in color? It’s terrible to say that I sometimes am a starving artist. I would combine my art with my music if I could find someone to make some harmony with. I suppose this was one of my lessons is life. Music is more than one flute. One flute needs either to be that flute in someone’s music, or one flute needs some chords with harmonic tonic to make music and not bore people by assuming they can imagine their own harmony.

But I’m getting much ahead of myself. I believe what happened was that the other day, Wednesday to be precise, Cheryl had to come and tell me that my cards were misplaced. That it was all her fault because she was thinking Xmas and that mine would have won because they were beautiful. Me, I said, I don’t see how it could be your entire fault. Anyway – as I was telling Mom – At the time for some reason I was cool – and I felt no nothing, no hurt or anger. And I told Cheryl I would just like to find my cards back – by the way which we later did when I tried to jog Cheryl’s memory and then asked Connie who graciously got then out of the cabinet for me. But I think I got my good luck by first becoming poor so I could find this place Hospitality House. Second when my cards missed the judging I told myself, this is a blessing in disguise because I don’t want anyone to be jealous, besides I just started here on the 1st and already I’m selling my art and in a contest. I’m impetuous. This is what I also told Cheryl when she told me I could bring back my cards again. She said No, we like people to participate.

So anyway I hope I win, I could use some money and make me feel worthwhile. And I also hope that once again my cards do not get lost.

It’s not really glory I want. I only want to be able to continue; to leave my works as I want to grow with my art especially with my paintings. And I want to try to help a few people while I’m there. And at least be as nice and kind to all of them as I can and it’s easy because these people seem gentle, patient, unspoiled – many times they say they’ll take what supplies I offer them.

Anyway I’m off to cook dinner.

Chapter 2

And now Cash is possibly on his way. Anyway, I am still working at Hospitality House, still liking it. Cross my fingers and knock on wood. My card was picked to be published!!! I believe I got lucky because Hospitality is a real people’s place. And they are fair. Fair, anyway, I am glad, glad, glad!

At the moment some of the Hospitality people are making me laugh even though it’s three days later. It seems everyone – a few people – are jealous of Thomas. The Thomas Coho is – somewhat mentally challenged – it also seems Thomas has a mentor who helps him- a smiley guy who dotes on Thomas’s successes. Thomas does paint very nice horses, I even like them; they’re so gentle looking. Anyhow – Smiley must be a teacher who gets his students to buy Thomas’s work? The real secret of this I do not know yet, but anyway the joke of laughing is this – there is also another Thomas. A Thomas Connie who is a volunteer assistant like me and works alongside me. It seems Melissa isn’t the only one commenting about why Thomas is selling. Thomas Connie told me a joke on Friday and I didn’t exactly get it. He said, Soon Hospitality House will be Horsepitality House because Thomas sold so many paintings. Something like that, well today is Monday this joke finally struck me as so funny. Imagine Horsepitality, sort of so silly, it made me laugh. I’m going to check with Thomas Connie on the joke!!!

Chapter 3

I can’t believe a month has gone by – anyhow – since I began at the studio. I learned more names – Randy, one of the artists with the eyes – the eyes of a seer, a perceiver, a great guy - he seemed to be watching over me the 1st night when we had a sale. As he came over to me and said to watch out for a weird guy – another guy with eyes but haunted – intense eye, a weird guy who sat himself in front of me during the sale and essentially tried to socialize with me about going to museums. Actually a pest, a tad scary, mentally challenged. Me I – it was a lesson. If that ever happens again I will say – say something to let him know I wish he could move so I can try to sell something. Actually when I came back to my selling space there were two guys standing there; the guy who bought my painting and Weirdo. Somehow Weirdo said, Can I have your phone number? and the buyer had bought one of my precious cards and for my asking price $10.00. So somehow I gave this Weirdo my phone number. So, yes, Randy says, The guy you gave your phone numbers to. Somehow I’m glad someone was watching over me and cared to warn me. It really was an accident on my side, a lack of discretion, and I think and hope that the loonie losses my number. Anyhow, he never called and I never saw him again. Besides that I have more real scarier threats in my own personal life.

So anyhow again – three people –Randy, and then there is Lee another artist. A medium light skinned black guy with a sweet way of talking; so sweet, and with a southern scent. He actually is Connie’s friend. Lee also understands, he says It’s hard to put a price on your paintings after you put your soul into them. And he says Yes - to encourage me – Yes, you have to paint your palm trees – over and over if you have to – you have to get them out of you. More pleasure to me to hear this then to hear Melissa saying, Just paint something else! Then Lee says to me that Connie likes me and I say Connie must know I’ve been with Cash for 13 years. And Lee says something to the sort of, Was that hulkster Cash? Lee is such a sweet friend. Connie’s telling me to tell Lee to go away or something.

And then there is a gentle little old Chinese man – Mr. Lee – so very kind. This place is for people who are at risk. Anyhow I admire Mr. Lee’s painting. What a lot of the artist’s do is copy originals to practice. Mr. Lee was copying something and he gets the color all out there and they look good. Then I notice Dante working on Mr. Lee’s painting. Somehow I know Mr. Lee is so sweet and Dante is rude to me. But it was between them, so I go back up to the front where I open jars of acrylic paint. Days later Mr. Lee says to me that he saw my work when I had it out and that he liked it. I tried to tell him that I also liked his work.

So now there is only one more person I don’t yet know his name. He is a medium to old black guy – an artist – thin – reminds me something of a short Cash – but he is probably nothing at all like Cash. Anyhow, he comes walking through the workshop with his shirt off and a pair of shorts on – lightly. Connie says, Have he come from the gym? I say, It’s heating up out there! This is just his way of walking so lightly and innocently. What’s up? Roya?

We are having another show on Oct 21 and 22, 2000. I am on a committee to help put it together. This time I hope I can also get some pictures framed.

Chapter 4

Well Cash – Yes Cash is a hoe – pronounced whore. Rather, meaning whore; pronounced hoe. And I mean hoe. He has hurt me again. I can see I am not his first choice. He must have made a date