Meg Knew Me - Letter Four

Dear Emily, I thought that I would write to you to try to prove that "Meg Tilly" knew me from my youth. To do this I will use her book "Singing Songs" which she did not actually write. This is not to criticize Meg or her book but to demonstrate that I know things that only she and your family would know. For example when she lived near "Corson Avenue", back in 1969, her mom used aliases for herself and Meg. She called herself "Patricia or Bonnie" and her daughter "Christina, Katherine, or Margaret". Bonnie introduced her daughter to us kids in the area under a different name every time. She had began to get Meg into show business at an early age. Meg was in a television commercial when she was nine and Bonnie had asked us to watch for it. We looked for it but did not come on. Then she said "Watch it again tonight'', so we did and we finally saw Meg. Bonnie looked young and was pretty although she looked like "Linda Lee", the late "Bruce Lee's" wife with round "Lennon" glasses. If you surf the internet and look for a photo of Linda Lee from 1969 then you have an idea of what Bonnie looked like. Bonnie once said that she believed in God . Now I had instinctively believed  in God since I was a baby. So I said to her "If you believe in God then why would you lie to little kids and not tell us your right names?" She seemed speechless and embarassed. A few days later I met up with Meg and her mom by their house on "Westervelt Avenue" and her mom said  to her "Go ahead, tell him!" And then she said slowly "I am Margaret Ward". Bonnie must have gotten convicted. One day she stated that she used to be a school teacher and that she was looking for work. I said "Why don't you work at our school (P.S.31 on Layton Avenue) down the block?" She said that it was a good idea and got a job there. Now at times there were confrontations between me and Meg amd I would complain to her mom. Bonnie said "Don't worry - she really likes you - I keep a record of everything that she says and does." This meant that her mom kept a "diary" of what Meg did, and this is what "Singing Songs" was written from. There was a boutique that had just opened up down the block and Meg had saved up 2 dollars. Her mother said to us "Meg has saved up two dollars and wants to buy a new dress at the boutique down the block - Could you walk her there and make sure that she does not get ripped off ?" We said "Sure" and we walked her there. There was me and my brother "Michael", "Peter Kennedy", and someone else. Now this proves that Meg did not live in Canada as a youth because the Canadians do not except American currency. Her book says "$2.00". not "Shillings" or "Shekels" or whatever they use. That means that she bought the dress in America! We helped her pick out the dress and let her know which one looked nice on her. Sure enough the clerk tried to overcharge her. We showed him the price tag and he stopped. The story in her book states that she wore that dress until her naughty bits began to show meaning that the dress was not shrinking, she was growing. Actually it was her blonde cousin or half-sister whose naughty bits were showing, and had the dress that was ready to explode. In another incident, there was the story of a boy named "Randy," and Meg had thrown a ring at him. Guess who that happened to - ME!  I was alone one day when I was approached by "Mr. Garofalo" (Mr. Brown Pants) and Meg was with him. He was a trouble maker and a serial killer. He gave me a plastic ring and made me put it on her finger. She made me feel happy by smiling at me and she seemed to like me.  A few days later I was in the P.S.31 school yard when she and Mr. Garofalo approached and he said to her "Go ahead". She took the ring off and threw it at me and said "I don't like you and I never want to see you again!!" I became embarassed and started crying and ran out of the school yard. I guess that I am Randy - Emily. He also spread a rumor in that school that Bonnie was a "whore", and now other teachers were bothering her and she was seen crying. Mr Wolmper, a gym teacher straightened them out though, and the trouble stopped. In another story, there were "Pooh Pies". Bonnie had no place to live. She and my mom had met and became friends over a bicycle incident between me and Meg. I will tell you that story on another day, Emily. My mom had introduced Bonnie to "Louise Roberto" who had a house in the woods here in Staten Island. Louise let her live there for a while. One day my mom took me and my siblings to Louise's house and Meg decided that she did not like some blonde kid with a crew cut who lived next door. So she decided to make a Pooh Pie for him. "Don't do that" I said kindly. But she started "doing it" anyway right there in the pan. Luckily her sister "Suzy" stopped her and she bought him a real chocolate cake. Suddenly a car came speeding up the gravel driveway and two men got out, One of them with a shot gun and pointed it at Bonnie who was standing in front of the back door along with Louise and my mom. "YOU___M____r F___r !" he said violently . Every one was dead silent as he was waving it - and suddenly he pointed it at me and I thought that I was going to die. He waved it slowly back toward the women "YOU__M___r F__r !" After several minutes he said "give me those two kids!!" He grabbed two young children who were there and they made off. Bonnie was ashamed and frightened and Louise called the Police. They interviewed me and my brother. The cop that spoke to me was the same cop who goes around handling problems with Italian people. We were scared and he made it seem like we were over reacting and made us feel like jerks. I think that he actually gave "John Ward" the shot gun himself. He made light of it - that"Mr.Ward" actually pointed a rifle at 8 year old kids. This story is in Meg's novel and it did not happen in Washington, nor Oregon, nor California. It happened in "Sunny Staten Island - New York".  I was also there at the "Assumption Church" on "Brighton Avenue" when Meg and sister "Suzy" (a.k.a. "Jennifer") and Bonnie pretended to put money in the collection plate. This little story is also in "Singing Songs".The "Some man in his underwears" was my dad who tried to hit them with a belt, but they started doing the dishes and singing. "Miss Dippity Doo" was my mom who can be seen in the photo above. She thought that she was"Marlo Thomas". Oh well Emily, maybe you do not believe me, but if your mom is still the same person, then she should remember where these stories really happened. Thanks for listening. Love, John Moreno

Reasons Why I Believe That You Are Mine - Letter Three

Dear Emily, I had been doing much research during the past year and discovered your birth date, and I will explain why I believe that you are mine. Bare with me for a moment. Back in April of 1983 a movie called "Psycho II" was released into the movie theatres. We had seen the coming attractions earlier and decided to see it when it came out. I remember seeing it by myself and then with my friend "Dave" and his friend. When I saw it the first time I told him about this "plain ordinary" "attractive girl" who was in the movie. I did not remember that I had met her in 1968, and again in 1975 and again in 1980. Also I did not make the connection between her and the movie at the time. We saw Psycho II again and thought that it was great and fell in love with that girl. My friend found articles about her and showed them to me. But he said "John, my cousin says that she is from Staten Island!" "Really?" I said. After he said that we were followed to his house on "Prince Street" by some Italian guys about our age. They said "From now on do not say the she (Meg Tilly), is from Staten Island!" a sort of kind threat. My friend began to fight back verbally but I interrupted saying "Okay,Okay we won't say nothin - Okay, Okay" and yessed them to death until they left. So we spoke about her for a week or two and then we began to forget about her. About six months later there was a review on Siskel and Ebert concerning a movie called the "The Big Chill" and explained that it was a film about ex-hippie people in the 1980's. The review did not seem to exciting but I went to see it after about two weeks. Now, according to my research, the film was released in the theatres on September 15th 1983. I went to see it about two weeks later. That brings us to October 1st 1983. I saw the movie by myself thinking "This is going to be boring" when I suddenly fell back in love when I saw Meg Tilly in the film! Now I was happy that I went to see the film. About five days later I was being naughty and looking for ladies of the night in the Port Richmond section of Staten Island. I was flagged down by a bare footed girl in a long white men's tee shirt. It was Meg Tilly! She said "Open the door" we had..... If she and Enzo could.....WE Had SEX! Right there in the front seat of my 1973 Monte Carlo. Now I had invited her back by giving her my phone number (there were no cell phones in those days) however she never called back. That's not my fault. I did not know that she had gotten pregnant. Emily, if you would count backwards from your birthday you would find that it was approximately nine months earlier (October 6th?). You can get a calendar of 1983 and 1984 on Google. The rest of  the story you can read on the "Missing Bones Website" - "Shantilly Lace". I also believe that "Tim" was acting as a father to her and not a lover - I do not trust the papers - and that it did not look good for her to have a child with a "non-celebrity". She was just giving an underdog a shot at the title. That is why I am unknown. She must have been happy that way. It was this "shot at the title" that ruined her part in the up and coming film "Amadeus" and not a back injury. But I was brought back to her a year and a half later after being hypnotized by gangsters and I did not remember making love to her in the car. Did she know that it was me? In a later year I was stopped on the street by a man claiming to be a movie producer and he wanted me to sign some papers concerning your brother "David". I will have to tell you that story in a later letter or on "Missing Bones" but for some reason he was born on my birthday. Your mom is probably going nuts right now for me telling you this. Maybe DNA will help. I hope that you understand, but I have to air this any way that I can. Until my next letter, Love, John Moreno.

Another Set Up - Letter Two

Dear Emily, I thought it best to write you another letter before I forget what I remember. I had fogotten many things for many years, but now memories are returning. I  was sleeping in my bedroom back around let's say, maybe "2000" in the spring, when the door bell rang. I got clothed and there was a girl who was about 15 years old and a woman standing about ten feet behind her, on the front porch. "Yes" I said. The young girl answered and said "I was told that I could stay here". The girl had light brown hair with green eyes and seemed to be malnourished and was very pretty. The woman in the background seemed to be a jewish-hispanic librarian with little or no lips, with short black hair, narrow black framed glasses with a long red dress. I responded very gentlely and politely by saying "I'm sorry, but I do not know who you are." "I was told that my relatives live here and that I can stay here" she stated politely. "I would let you stay here but I do not own the house" I said. Now what I meant was that I have no say in any thing in our household. When I was growing up after my parents bought a house and got what they wanted, everything belonged to them. "This my refridgerator!" "This is my microwave!" "This my couch and I don't want you sitting on it!" "This is my food!" So if we became friends, you would not really be allowed in the house because I am not allowed to have friends and bring them in the house. I had a friend, for example, who was slow in his mind, and my father got angry at me for letting him in the house, because he could fall down the stairs and sue us!  Can you see the mentality? So friends were always treated like garbage and there were fights over them - especially girlfriends. Now the woman in the background said nothing all that time. Again it also ran through my mind that the hookers might have been setting this thing up. What I did not know at the time was that my whole family was secretly missing. And this was not the first time that someone was trying to get in the door. For example, my missing older brother suddenly had a sexy girlfriend who immediately became pregnant and took over my household and a year later I became homeless. Her son now lives in my bedroom till this day. Whoever told you - Emily, that you can live at my house, knew that every one was missing. Also, they never told me that you were born, and that I was the father. Nor did they tell "you" that I was your Dad. All they cared about was "my" house and "my" inheritance, neither did they tell me that any one was missing, "Darling". Again the people around you were decieving you and Meg Tilly in the "red dress"-who again- must have told them her plans. I do not believe that your mom is evil or out hurt you or me. We were set up again by the same people. She may have been trying to break it to me in an indirect way that we are related. I did not know that that was your mom in the background. "I" am not even allowed to live in "my" own house. I fought for my life with the police as I was about to be blungeoned to death by them as they tried to take me out of their house. I had been calling the police for several years earlier stating that that was no longer my "mother" or" father" - like the "Doubles" at the "Rotundra", there were more than one mother and father. They would not listen to me on the phone and would hang up in mid sentence! I had called them several thousand times during my last years on "Vanderbilt Avenue" because of the hang ups and lack of response. People I did not even know were just walking right through the house and walking out the back door! I woke up one day and strange people were having a party in my (their) living room. I wrote "The Missing Bones" website in an attempt to explain these things. I do not know if you have ever read any of it, but I wish that you would. If you look up my name "John Moreno" on FaceBook, you will see a photo of your mom and a baby picture of me. There is a link for that website. What I am saying is, that they are "missing" and are "bones".  Had I known the whole truth, then you would have been welcome. Thanks for ringing the door bell. I will write to you again soon! Love, John Moreno

First, To Emily: We have 97 Days Left - Letter One

  If you believe, then we have Ninety Seven days left. If you do not believe then "I" have Ninety Seven days left.  First, I will attempt to explain how I never knew that I had children or how you never had the opportunity to know much about me. "I'm from Jersey Street - are you from Jersey Street?" This is what I looked like when we first met! As of Meg's birthday I have 97 days left on the earth. If "Her" prayers are sincere then maybe she only has 97 days left till her immortal existence........ Dear Emily and Meg,(Happy Birthday) I am deeply sorry about my life toward you and would like explain the strange events that kept my from speaking to you and Emily. To start with, I will like pick out a more recent event other then the rotundra to explain bizarre circumstances and coincidences that kept me from knowing certain things. Back in 1986 when I lived on Vanderbilt Avenue, the street start having prostitutes who would actually stand outside our house. I got to know them and would give them change (money) and would sometimes preach to them. I got my first telephone in 1985 and got my number changed about ten times throughout the years. When caller ID with name came out in 1998, I immediately got that feature. I told my friend Peter about it, and I right away got strange phone calls with strange names. Later on in 1998, I would walk up to the local store and be approached by hookers and they asked me if I had children. I said "No, I do not have children that I know of !" This went on for a week or two and I told them that I do not have children. They began to say "You definitately have children". So I began to ignore them. One evening, I received a phone call and the call ID read "Meg Tilly". So I picked it up and the girl said "Hi, this Meg Tilly the Actress." "Yes", I said in unbelief. She said "You may not know me but I want you to know that you have children and.....I interrupted and said "You're not Meg Tilly - You are with Peter, or you are a hooker or something!" "No I really am Meg Tilly!" "Yeah-right" and I hung up. About a minute later, again the phone rang "You Have Children And You Need To Start Taking Responsibily"..... "I do not have children, you are with the prostitutes." Click. Then men began to call back. The call ID read "Colin Firth." I did not recognize his name and did not remember meeting him in 1986 in Chuckies Pub. I may have recognized his face from "Valmont" but never made the connection between him and the movie. Also, he was not famous in 1986. I politely expained the same thing to him and explained that I was becoming ill and unable to work any longer, and had big troubles with my family. I do not remember the rest, but other people had called while I was at the store earlier that day. When I went through all the call ID's, I saw the names "Tim Zinnemann" and "John Calley". I did not know who these people were until the past year when I began to research your life, Margaret, after I accidently discovered an old news article which said that "Meg Tilly has been seen around town with a man who states that he is walking back to Staten Island." I am really sorry for hanging up. However, if you told someone a few weeks before you called me and told them what your plans were, then that some "one" sabotaged our phone call through manipulation, through the hookers. The hookers made me think that you were a prank. Plus, how did you get my non-published number except through someone who knows me (like Pete) - not that you are not allowed to have it, had I known that it was really you. Also, the hookers would get pregnant and try to get children support through deception and I thought that it was them, and trying to get child support. Have you ever seen the movie "The Verdict?" And what "Charlotte Rampling" did? "Is that what you plan to do Frank? Is that what you plan to do?" Were you in the habit of revealing your plans to someone close to you Meg? I think that he or she may have set that up. Till my next letter, Sincere Love, John Moreno.