Barteaux - The Family Story

Welcome to The Barteaux Story - Mangolds Included

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Understanding Psychopaths When Encountered

Why is this site titled The Barteaux Story when the issue that makes it relevant to the transmission of psychopathic behavior was not originally mentioned. Now, of course, this is the main focus.

Understanding psychopathy began over a century ago and today much about the condition remain to be understood.

The family background if Richard Barteaux, Senior I had assumed was a combination of the heritage passed down through Richard's parents, obviously Walter Dean Barteaux and Betty Mae Stevens. But this was not the case. Richard was adopted; therefore, I knew nothing about his genetic heritage, I eventually realized.
After my horrible experience with Richard, I remarried and had four more children. None of them exhibited the behaviors myself and my family underwent with my first child, Carolyn Anne Barteaux.

You can read about her at MorganPillsburyGell.com
Although the symptoms were less obvious while Carolyn was a child, they were there. When I revisited those many incidents, years later, this was glaringly obvious.

Psychopathy is a problem. Therefore, it is best we understand more about it, don't you think? The story of Richard Lee Barteaux, born Joseph Mangold, introduces many of the kinds of problems encountered when the psychopath is not particularly intelligent, does not attempt to notice the very different behavior of those around him/her, and wreaks havoc that is unmistakable.

Richard Lee Barteaux

               Born Name: Joseph Aloysius MANGOLD (Latin spelling)
Mother gave the baby up for adoption immediately after birth. Reports indicate she was a student at UCLA.
               Born: 25 February 1950
               Died: 8 May 1993

Mother: Jetta Renee Fursee

Jetta Fursee Mangold is found in Los Angeles on scan 434 L. A. City Directory 1942

Birth: 8 August 1908 Missouri, United States

Death: 13 October 2001 Glendale, Los Angeles, California, United States

Family Search

Jetta Renee Fursee was the biological mother of Richard Lee Barteaux, born during her marriage to Joseph Mangold.

Jetta was born on 9 Aug 1908 - Missouri

Died on 13 Oct 2001 - Los Angeles County, California, USA Ancestry.com

Jetta's Parents:

Mother: Maude G. Payton
Father: Jacob Morris (Jack) (Pfürsich) Fursee

Jetta lived a stable life from all appearances. There were none of the issues which arose in the life of her third child and son, who she named at birth Joseph Aloysius Mangold, who was renamed by his adoptive parents Dean and Betty Mae.

She had two prior sons who appear on the 1950 census.

Rhett F. Mangold 12, born in California (b. 1938)

Joseph C. Mangold, Jr. born in California (b. 1950)

According to the 1950 census Jetta was the head of household living in the Basilone Homes for returning veterans at the time of her third baby was born before the census was carried out in May 1950.

Bride No. 3 - Belinda

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Marriage Record

Gender - Male

Marriage Date - Dec 9, 1982

Marriage Location - Clark, NV Map

Recorded Date - Dec 13, 1982

Recorded County - Clark

The wedding took place in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Bride's Information

Belinda M. Betzing

The marriage lasted from December 9, 1982 until Belinda managed to escape, in 1992.

Belinda said it was rather nice when they were staying with Richard's parents, first in their home in Cheviot Hills at I am sure not short enough for the bride, as Richard's pattern of behavior through all three

marriages continued unabated. He was brutally violent and careful not to let his wife escape. Fortunately, Belinda did escape and

received significant monetary relief from her Barteaux in-laws.

Explaining Psychopathy - What you should know

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The Wikipedia is fairly useful on the growing understanding of psychopathy during the 20th Century. Unfortunately, nothing I could find mentioned the more recent work of Dr. Kent Kiehl, who finally took the suppositions on the issue into actually providing the first neurological tool for measuring the condition.

From the wiki History of Psychopathy

In 1967, the understanding of psychopathy was still evolving. The term "psychopath" was first introduced by Emil Kraepelin in 1888, highlighting antisocial behavior and moral insanity. The concept of psychopathy as a psychiatric term was established, and it was used to describe individuals exhibiting antisocial behavior. The early 20th century saw the term 'psychopathic inferiority' referred to mental disorders that might now be termed personality disorders. The term 'sociopathy' was popularized in 1929/30 by George E. Partridge, indicating a failure to adhere to societal norms in a way that could harm others. The term psychopathy gradually narrowed to the latter sense, based on interpretations of the work of a Scottish psychiatrist and checklists popularized by an American psychiatrist and later a Canadian psychologist. We strongly suggest, if this issue interests you, purchasing his book, which encapsulates his study of identified psychopaths, incarcerated due to the crimes for which they were in prison, with little likelihood of their being released.

Dr. Kiehl's book, The Psychopathy Whisperer - The Science of Those Without Conscience, is available on Amazon and from other booksellers.

We did not consider the potential popularity of a show on the subject of psychopathic individuals until recently, but during our last meeting determined this went well with the 2-Way Interface we will be providing for ongoing dialog on the subject.

A book on the events in the life of our CEO, Melinda Pillsbury-Foster brought the subject to our attention, and a book on her own experiences will also soon be available as part of our promotional campaign for our launching platform. These begin with a multi-decades history on the impact of one psychopathic individual, Richard Lee Barteaux, original name before adoption by Walter Dean and Betty Mae Barteaux, who named the infant, Richard Lee Barteaux

Born Name: Joseph Aloysius MANGOLD (Latin spelling)

Mother gave the baby up for adoption immediately after birth. Reports indicate she was a student at UCLA.

Beverly Jane Saville - Wife No. 2

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Beverly Jane Saville

Born: 26 Jul 1948

Santa Monica, CA

Mother: Audrey J. Saville

Father: Alden G Saville

Siblings:

Audrey J. – Daughter 4 years old

Joy I. – Daughter 3 years old

Beverly Jane – 1 year old

Found: In 1950 Census in Santa Monica, where the family was then living. Alden was employed as a termite exterminator for a local company. The family had relocated from Nebraska. All of their three children, Aubrey J., was age 4 at the time of the census, Joy, was age 3, and Beverly was age 1, but turned 2 a few months later.

Looking for the explanation of the name Roth in some records. In no case does this seem to be a family member.

Marriages:

Marriage to Richard Lee Barteaux

Source: Nevada State Records

Married: May 17, 1969

Las Vegas, Nevada

Certificate #: A266415

Children of Marriage:

Richard Lee Barteaux, Junior

Born: May 2, 1969

Angel Barteaux

Divorce: Beverly J Seville
Spouse’s Name: Richard L Barteaux, Senior
Event Type: Divorce
Event Date: May 1976
Event Place: Los Angeles, California

Marriage to Steve Rodney Burkett
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/125821360/steve_rodney-burkett
Marriage took place in 1982 in Stanislaus, California, United States

S. R. Burkett
Born - 27 Mar 1945
Died - 12 November 1989, age, 44, likely year of birth 1945
Tulare County, California
Buried – Smith Mountain Cemetery
Block B, Row B, Grave 7

Links to more on Beverly coming. At some point Beverly moved to Modesto, California.

Angel Barteaux

Angel appears to have shared interests and personality traits that were similar in direction, if not as extreme, with her biological father, Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior.

R.L. Barteaux More Documents

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The Reason this Site is Here

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by Melinda Pillsbury-Foster

It is easy to assume when new acquaintances speak the same language you do they share the same values.

Reflecting on my painful and shocking experience with the Barteaux family gave me much to reflect on in its aftermath.

I barely knew Richard Barteaux. We had been casually introduced by Tom Buckley, who I had known casually through a mutual friend on Colby Avenue, Shelly Wandzera. Tom had a crush on Shelly, mooning after her for some time. Shelly was about a year younger than myself. The first time I saw Tommy he was sitting on his bicycle and holding his school notebook. It had SHELLY written across the front. I was amused, and one can be when when you see emotions, that you know will likely be of short duration, displayed in this way.

My conversation with Tommy was only a smile and "Hello", as I remember. I was still readjusting to being back in America, having spent the previous year in Rome, Italy because my dad, Dr. Arthur F. Pillsbury was taking his sabbatical year from UCLA.

When I had learned we were going to Rome for a whole year I was beside myself with delight, having spent years studying every aspect of the history of Rome and its neighboring city states since I was about 7, along with every thing I could find on Egyptology.

I knew from experience these interests were not shared by most of my friends from the neighborhood, and therefore had learned not to bore them with these. From the time I was three I had worn glasses, necessitated by eye problems. But while we were in Rome, Dad had me fitted with contact lenses because I could not keep the glasses straight on my face.

The year at Saint Stephen's Episcopal School in Rome had been a life-altering experience for me. Suddenly, I was with people who also read volumes of books for pleasure. Wow. The fact that the school was located an hour from our apartment in l'EUR mattered not a bit. This was a bonus because the school mandated we spend 2 half-days a week, Wednesday and Saturday afternoons, studying Rome by visiting the ancient sites while informing ourselves on these wonders.

The combination of lots of exercise and the glasses radically changed my appearance. Before I looked like exactly what I was, a nerd. Toward the end of our year there this had changed, though it took time for anyone to notice because St. Stephen's had a dress code and my mother went to some trouble to absolutely adhere to these standards.

White shirts, with either a modest skirt, meaning below the knees or a one-piece shirt-dress with long sleeved shirt. No particular colors were required. I was supplied with a minimum number of these garments, mostly in green and blue.

Going to school required me to first walk to the Metropolitana di Roma, the central transportation system. I took this to Termini, where I walked through the crowds to find Autobus No. 39, which I took to the Piazza Euclide. From there, it was uphill to the school.

At St. Stephens, no one thought my writing poetry was odd, not the way it was viewed back home. My reading habits were also unexceptional similar to those of my school friends. Amazing.

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, and was very sad when the year ended. However, Dad had arranged for us to spend the summer of 1965 touring Europe, which tempered my regret that I would not be allowed to stay at St. Stephen's as a boarding student.

At the party given the students before school ended I danced once, my very first dance. I had to fake it, as I did not know how to dance, but it was still a thrilling experience.

I will not bore you with our travels through Europe. It was unforgettable, however, with mild moments of amusement, which the family all enjoyed.

And so this happy time ended and we returned to our home on Colby Avenue where I shared my experiences with friends, such as Shelly, who introduced me to Tommy, who had gone to primary school with Richard Barteaux.

I had already gone to one prom, the Christmas Prom, in December.

I might not have gone to that dance, instead trying to get over my sudden fixation on the glorious dress, except that Vicky, a friend of mine who was going, had asked me to help her choose her dress, so I did.

It was in the May Company where I saw what I thought had to be the most beautiful dress that had ever been made. Vicky, watching me look at the dress, asked if I remembered the boy who kept looking at me while we ate lunch together. No, I did not, I said, still looking at the dress.

Then Vicky mentioned that a few of her friends, including her own date, were going out to Orange Julius that weekend. Pausing, she said this young man, whose name I admit I do not remember, would be one of the group. I immediately agreed to go with them, asking again what his name was. Sorry I do not remember now.

It was pink, a color I normally disliked, but the skirt was embroidered with flowers. I was in love with the dress. But to justify asking Dad to buy it for me I would have to have a date to the prom, which was next week. I went to Orange Julius. The boy asked me to the prom. I told Dad, who took me to May Company, bought the dress, pointed out I needed shoes to match, a suitable garment to keep me warm, long gloves, nylons, and a clutch purse. These items had not occurred to me but if Dad said I needed them, I knew I did, and after buying the dress, we went to find them. He picked them. All I did was try on the shoes, my first heels, to make sure they fit.

I wish I still had the photo of me in the dress with my date. If it shows up, I will share it here.

I did not go out on another date, but I did go to Disneyland, and a boy in the group I went with kissed me. I was surprised, but kind of enjoyed it. The next day, at school, he gave me a ring. I kept it for a while but would not go out with him, and he asked for it back. I cheerfully returned it. Someone later told me that receiving a ring like this was 'going steady', which I took to mean that you were not to go out with anyone else.

Richard called me, the family phone (EX-7-2815) number provided by Tommy, and we went out four times, starting in late April, 1966. Richard would be spending most of the summer with his parents, who it seems spent two months in Hawaii every year.

I had surmised that Richard thought we were dating. I was pretty sure this would not last, as we had very little in common from what I had seen, but I also knew one was supposed to go out of dates with members of the opposite gender when you reached the age to go to proms.

These 'dates', if you can call them that, included going out to an Italian Restaurant, going to the school prom for Richard's school, Black Fox Military Academy, a tour of the park, close to Richard's parents home, and the last one before he left, which was a real shock. He handed me a small box. I opened it, and there was a ring. "Oh, I said, thanks!" I thought this was unusual but knew other girls occasionally got these things from boys they were dating and remembered the previous loan of a ring.

It was after this I learned this was an engagement ring.

The end of school at Venice was approaching and I was looking forward to spending most of the summer helping to build the cabin we for which we had spent four years leveling a building space, large enough for both the cabin the the required leeching field. Dad had promises to let me design the leeching field, and I was looking forward to this and going fishing. I generally brought home my limit in trout. To be allowed to go fishing Dad required we clean our own fish. I had been doing this since I caught my first trout at five years old.

Trout was my favorite breakfast, and I liked my fish very fresh, sauteed in butter with a touch salt and lemon.

I should also mention I did not watch television, though my younger brother Stephen Martin Pillsbury, two years younger than myself, did so. He always had; I never changed in this regard. The available content bored me, and my growing library and the projects which I kept in the cabinet Dad had gifted me with on my 9th birthday, that included more space for books, were always in process.

It was very early in my life that I realized my pleasures varied from those of others. But that did not matter to me very much, though I was always delighted to find someone who enjoyed the same kind of activities.

These realizations came to me early on in life, partly because of my thankfully short association with the Barteauxs, Walter Dean, Betty Lou, born Stevens, and their adopted son, Richard Lee. Richard had been adopted at birth. Later, my research could reveal more on his genetic background, which it turned out, mattered.

But while they were soon out of my life, dangling complications remained. One of these was the child I was carrying when I finally called my parents, Dr. and Mrs. Arthur Francis Pillsbury, and told them about my injuries from Richard's multiple abuses. These were obvious, since Richard had slashed my arms with a knife before falling into a stupor from the drugs he had been taking, outside our bathroom door.

If I had not managed to slam the door before Richard could finish his knife assault on me, I would likely have been dead.

This assault began when he told me that if the baby I was carrying was a girl, he would have sex with her.

That threat broke me. The first serious assault, except for when he raped me, had taken place in Richard's GTO after we left the home of his friend, Monty, in early November 1966.

Richard had smashed me in the face while driving. My face hit the window on the passenger side, and my mouth was bleeding from the impact of my braces. Sobbing, I demanded Richard take me home to my parents. Instead, he took me to his parent's home.

Instead of any sympathy whatsoever, Betty told me I must have done something to make him angry. Hysterical, I denied this. Richard just stood there. Betty tried to tell me it must have been an accident. It was not. Richard, I had already learned, could erupt into rages for no reason at all. And Betty knew this, she had on one occasion shared with me violent incidents she had experienced with her son. But he had never assaulted her. Her saga was long, however, and included smashing a large window with his arm, destroying whatever got in his way, and screaming threats at her.

Betty also began explaining to me the responsibilities expected of a wife. These were nothing like I had ever seem my mother or others do. In my experience, everyone did this things in the way that seemed to work for them. Mother, for instance, had majoring in Theoretical Mathematics during her years at the University of California, Berkeley. Dad's major at Stanford, which he pursued to an Engineer's Degree, an equivalent of a PHD, was Engineering, with a special focus on Water Resources.

I Had begged Betty to let me call my parents that terrible night. Betty refused to let me use the phone, telling me I was married now and needed to learn not to upset my husband.

Her husband, Dean was present, but said nothing, though he was listening to every word, it appeared, from his chair near Betty. I was trapped, and not allowed to see my parents. My body began shaking, tears welling in my eyes. Betty told me I was not to try to call them, either. It felt like I was wrapped in an insane maelstrom. I was not allowed to see my parents that Christmas, either.

The assaults increased, ending in the one I first mentioned above.

Nothing about Richard was normal.

Eventually, I realized Betty just wanted him to be someone else's problem, and wanted me there so she would not have to deal with him herself.

The first time I managed to get home, I had walked, I was trying to explain to my mother why I had not called or seen them when Richard broke into my parent's home and dragged me away. Again, I was battered.

A short time later, Dad came and got me, horrified when he saw my injuries. He took me home and they arranged for me to go to a hospital. The invasion of our home on Colby Avenue had persuaded Dad I needed to be hidden. I was in the hospital for about 2 weeks, as I remember. I had been supplied with a pile of books, some of these novels. I read them all.

Then, Dad came to check me out. In some ways, this was almost like a vacation. The steady supply of books supplied ensured I was never bored.

Dad had arranged for me to stay with my sister Anne, in Santa Barbara. Instead of driving me up, he put me on a plane to the small airport in Santa Barbara. Anne was waiting when we landed.

Anne was more like a mother to me than my own mother. I was the fourth of five children, Anne AEtheline and Carol Sylvia had been born much earlier and each was nearly old enough to have been my mother. They were followed by my older brother, Charles Arthur. My younger brother, Stephen Martin, followed me two years after I came along.

I was with Anne in Santa Barbara for several weeks, then Dad drove up to get me.

Back home, I found out Richard had continued speeding down the quiet street we lived on, Colby Avenue, and endangering the children, who were often playing there. I was horrified.

Mother had made an appointment for me with our family doctor, who in his practice also delivered babies. Mother had already shared what had happened with the doctor, I could tell. And he knew about Richard, as he had also been Richard's pediatrician, I was surprised to learn. Confirming that I was pregnant, he immediately asked if I wanted to have an abortion, his face very serious.

My reading on obstetrics and early childhood had been very enlightening.

This was not a subject I had ever considered before being raped by Richard. My life plan was to finish high school and go on to college. Dad wanted me to follow his career in engineering but my interests were then focused on other subjects, including ancient history, poetry, philosophy, science fiction, and American History.

I knew I would be ending the life of a defenseless person if I chose to abort.

Later, I would learn my doctor knew about the entire history of the Barteaux's attempts to find a son. An earlier attempted adoption had ended when the birth mother reclaimed her child just weeks before the adoption would have been final.

The Barteauxs were very different from my own family. Dad had graduated from Stanford, majoring in Engineering, in 1928 and gone on to his Engineer's Degree, a PhD, immediately, though he had to take some semesters off to work to pay his tuition and board. Dad finished college in 1932 and went on to become a professor at UCLA, eventually being named Director of the Water Resources Center for the UC System in California.

My parents had married in 1933 from the home of Dad's father, Arthur C. Pillsbury, whose own senior project from college at Stanford University was the first Servo-mechanism Panorama Camera. Grandfather invented multiple cameras that changed the direction of science during his career. In 1937 his book, "Picturing Miracles of Plant and Animal Life", was published. Mother was just entering her 4th year of college at the University of California, Berkeley, majoring in Theoretical Math, when she married Dad. They had met six weeks before at the wedding of a mutual acquaintance.

To ensure all of his inventions would be widely available, Grandfather did not patent any of these inventions, one of these being the first microscopic motion picture camera, which he built himself in a borrowed basement room at UC Berkeley, which was near his home. In 1926 he was asked to show the film to a group assembled for President Calvin Coolidge.

Grandfather was lecturing on his inventions widely across the US, Canada, England, and elsewhere, by 1919, the same year his films were licensed for distribution by Pathe, Paramount, and Universal for foreign distribution.

My life would have been entirely different if I had either accepted the doctors suggestion, or, which was also suggested to me by my mother, let my sister, Carol, adopt the baby. Carol was married and was working as the executive assistant for the Western Head of Pan-American, and had realized it was unlikely she and her husband could have children. I was not actually sure Carol would be a good mother, as she had adopted a little boy and she did not treat the little boy like I thought a mother should. Her job was demanding and she had little time at home. A caretaker had been hired to watch her son when she was at work.

I did not accept her offer. Dad had mentioned putting an addition on our home, but I was still torn. I had finished high school in home study, which was mildly entertaining, since the required classes required little work, and I enjoyed nearly any kind of studies and read copiously, including science fiction.

I had read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand at age 12 in one sitting, though mother tried to remove it from my hands at dinner time. I held on to the book more tightly when she tried to take it from my hands, as she told me to let go of it. Dad called from the hallway, "Let her read her book, she will stop when she is hungry." This was true. When I closed the back cover, having read all night, dawn was breaking.

I ate two helpings of breakfast. Dad looked amused; Mother did not.

In parallel with home study, I had also began sewing and knitting what would be needed for the baby, who was now beginning to kick me, fluttering around in my uterus. Dad brought home books on obstetrics for me and on lactation and methods of childbirth. I decided I definitely wanted the birth to be as natural as possible.

Richard was far from my mind. I started college in the Autumn of 1967, but had kept breast feeding little Carolyn until then. Actually, breastfeeding a baby was not encouraged during this period of time, but having read every possible book on the alternatives, decided I would do so. All of my later children were also breastfed.

Carolyn Anne was born July 5, 1967, I sang "Happy Birthday" to her immediately.

I would not hear anything about Richard for some months, for which I was thankful.

Starting college was a little frightening because I did not know anyone I saw, but the library was ready at hand. Unfortunately, the aftermath of my marriage was to haunt me. I had discovered I could not keep Richard from enforcing visits with little Carolyn, and given his threats, this caused me nightmares.

The advice from my divorce attorney was to get married and get my new husband to adopt Carolyn. This was not what I wanted at all. By which I mean, marriage had proven to be too close to a very uncomfortable form of slavery for me to view the possibility with anything but terror.

But I decided it was necessary to protect my beautiful baby. Unfortunately, I would begin to have uneasy feelings about her behavior when she was about 8. The only thing she inherited from her biological father, Richard Lee Barteaux was his psychopathy, meaning she also entirely lacked a conscience. She was more intelligent than he, but what she cost me and my family ran into Meghan-Sized disasters.

All of the pages on this site are available from the Page Outline, which includes a chronology of events and other useful information as well.

Walter Barteaux meets Betty Mae Stevens

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They met and fell in love

Walter Dean Barteaux and Betty Mae Stevens met one evening at the local roller skating rink in West Los Angeles.

They saw each other across the rink, simultaneously, they realized they had met the person they were to marry, and with whom they would have children and live out all of the wonders of life.

They married. No babies were forthcoming. Their first attempt for adoption, a baby they named Richard Lee Barteaux, was stymied when the mother, acting on her rights before the date the adoption was finalized, reclaimed her child.

Their sorrow was deep, but they persevered and tried again. This time, the mother did not intervene and, filled with joy, they took a new Richard Lee Barteaux home with them to fill the waiting cradle and warm their hearts.

That lasted until little Richard was about 3 years old, and his impulses for bad behavior became obvious.

But what were they to do? How could the child for whom they had wished, and for whom they had been willing to do anything, be brought to understand appropriate behavior when at three years of age he rapidly alienated most of the other children, and their parents, who encountered him?

It is possible that neither Walter or Betty Lou had ever heard the term coined in Europe in the first decade of the 20th Century, 'psychopath'. Certainly, they could not imagine this could apply to their small son, Richard.

Previous to the slow advances in psychiatry the word applied to individuals exhibiting this kind of behavior was, 'demon', 'satanic', and others that bring to our minds, even today, what behavior was being exhibited. But they did not know, and continued to support Richard, Jr., and also fail to consider this issue of his lack not only of conscience but his lack of intelligence. An I.Q. of 110, which they now had revealed to them, also failed to penetrate the reality of their hopes.

The tragic story of Walter Dean Barteaux and Betty Lou Stevens begins.

Melinda prior to Richard - Early History

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By Melinda Pillsbury-Foster

My thankfully short marriage to Richard Lee Barteaux had a profound impact on the course my life would take.

The direction for my life had always been college, with a major in Geology and Ancient Studies, though I was also interested in Water Resources and related, associated subjects. These areas had fascinated me for years; I did not watch television, I read books, many of these brought home, at my request, by my father, Dr. Arthur F. Pillsbury from UCLA. Mother's major in college at UC Berkeley was Theoretical Math, with a specific interest in Pure Projective Geometry.

The family had, for generations, committed to looking to equality for all people, this based on encouraging inquiry in all fields of endeavor so individuals could see through the fallacies that, all too often, lock us into untrue paradigms.

My grandfather, Arthur C. Pillsbury, was an example of this. AC, as we call him, challenged multiple locked paradigms over his life time, changing how people saw the world. You can read about him on our Foundation sites. (There are several because it was difficult to get all of the materials on one site.) Start at ACPillsburyFoundation.com

My usual preference for wearing apparel as a child was for blue corduroy overalls - unless I was to wear a dress or skirt to school or some other occasion, for instance when my sisters, who were much older than myself, married, A flower girl dress was provided for these occasions. I wore these with a sense of duty.

Our trip to Rome in 1964 began with a visit to New York to see the World's Fair there, then on to Ireland, where we took a bus tour around the entire island. From there, we boarded a hop to England to visit a list of historic places there, and then on to Rome.

While we were living in l'EUR, the western section of Rome that had hosted national events, I attended Saint Stephen's Episcopal School in the Parioli District of Rome. Mother was informed of the need to conform to the dress code. No pants allowed for girls; the code came close to a uniform, but this did not bother me. Mother took me to an Italian clothing store and some input was allowed for my preferences. But all the garments were sturdy and simple, and I wore them without complaint. Being in Rome had fulfilled a long wish to explore the city with its diverse historic locations. Roman history, along with Egyptian, and others, had been a consuming interest of mine since I was about 7 years old.

Returning to Los Angeles after spending about 12 months in Rome and the rest of our time travelling by car around Europe, including a flight to East Berlin, with Dad, and my mother Mary Alice Reasoner Pillsbury, and my two brothers, Charles Arthur Pillsbury, 4 years older than myself, and my younger brother, Stephen Martin Pillsbury. It was a wonderful trip, each destination providing an understanding of the people, their history, customs – and their diverse cuisines.

I took notes in my diary on these and collected small metals from each destination. I reasoned these were small, would remind me of these sites, and took up very little space in my luggage.

Our trip to Rome had begun with a visit to New York to see the World's Fair there, then on to Ireland, where we took a bus tour around the entire island; their history fascinated me since it included a thousand years of oppression by the English. From there, we boarded a plane to England, to see a list of historic places there, and then on to Rome.

While we were living in Rome I attended Saint Stephen's Episcopal School in the Parioli District of Rome. Reaching the school from L’EUR, where we were living in a flat routinely rented to professors or other professionals on sabbatical. The trip to school required walking to the Metro, a local train, which delivered me to Termini, where I caught the 39 Bus to the Piazza Euclide. From there, I began walking up one of those hills of Rome.

Conforming to the dress code did not bother me in the least, even though no pants were permitted for girls. At home, getting me to wear anything but pants had been a problem for Mother, but now I was in Rome and readily, cheerfully, accepted this.

Dad bought me a card so I could visit all historical sites, museums, including art galleries for free. I was in heaven. Being in Rome had fulfilled a long wish to explore the city.

Roman history, along with Egyptian, and others, had been a consuming interest of mine since I was about 7 years old. Making replicas of buildings and scarabs occupied a significant part of my time.

Returning to Los Angeles after spending about 18 months in Rome, visiting multiple sites with my family, and then touring Europe with Father, Dr. Arthur F. Pillsbury, my mother Mary Alice Reasoner Pillsbury, and my two brothers, Charles Arthur Pillsbury, older than myself by four years, and Stephen Martin Pillsbury, two years younger, had been a time to remember. I took notes in my diary on these and collected small metals from each destination. I reasoned these were small, would remind me of these sites, and took up little space in my luggage.

Back at Venice High School was not a joy. No one appeared to share my interests. I had hoped this would have changed, but was not surprised. I spent considerable time in the library, as I had at Webster Junior High School. But I did have my poetry as a continuing interest and made one or two friends. I also renewed my acquaintances with friends from the street where we lived. I had been born while we lived there, which was a change for my parents, as until then they had rented homes from sabbatical families, also from UCLA. They were, I knew, happy not to have to move every few years.

When I was a senior at Venice High School the worst thing which would ever happen to me in my entire life took place.

Tommy introduced me to Richard Lee Barteaux.

I had already been on my very first date at Christmas time. I had not been interested in dating because I had not met even one young man who was willing to talk about subjects that interested me. This was not their fault, I understood that. Interests will vary, as does everything else with people.

Then, I discovered from my friend Vicky Kerfoot, who was excited about social events, there would be a Christmas Formal at Venice High School. This, did not interest me, but Vicky, told me with glee her boyfriend had asked her to the Christmas dance, and enthusiastically asked me to accompany her on her search for a formal dress.

That sounded like fun, certainly it would be a change. I had grown accustomed to being out six days of the week in Rome, visiting museums, art museums, and the array of historic destinations that living in Rome provided. Returning to Venice High School held few attractions.

Nothing about Vicky's dress remains with me. But while she was perusing the racks of dresses, I saw the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. I have no idea why it impacted me as it did, but suddenly I saw myself wearing it, wrapped in its pink satin with delicate flowers embroidered on a faintly gleaming, thinly sheer overskirt. At the waist there was a pink satin band. I wanted that dress. This seemed completely irrational to me, but there it was, I hungered for it.

I was surprised at myself, but the dress haunted me, and to justify buying it I knew I had to have a use for it. Somehow. This sudden desire for a dress struck me as irrational, but I could not argue myself out of wanting it.

Vicky noticed my sudden silence, as I stared at the glorious gown – then she mentioned that a boy from school, whose name I cannot remember, had said he wanted to ask me to the Christmas dance but was afraid to do so. This riveted my attention immediately. Without any use for the dress there was no reason to waste money on its purchase. If I had a use for it, Dad would be happy to pay for the dress, I had no doubt.

Vicky mentioned this to him the next day, and the shy young man asked me to attend the Christmas Formal with him. I now had a reason to need that beautiful dress.

It was Dad who took me to the store to purchase it. Once there, and having viewed the dress, he also pointed out to me I would need several other items, chosen to match the dress, to attend the event. This included a suitable evening wrap, long sleeved gloves, shoes, which he would have dyed to match the dress, and an appropriate clutch purse. Prior to this, my purses were, well, sturdy, meeting the criteria I had, myself, adopted.

The only other gloves I had were for winter in the snow; I could see these would not be appropriate.

The dress itself, now in my possession, Dad took me in search of the other items required. Dad picked ones that, he said, would work well and I made my choices.

It was also Dad who pointed out to me my hair would need to be styled for the occasion and took me to the hairdresser on the day of the dance, leaving work to do so. Mother refused adamantly to learn to drive.

Because my escort did not yet have a driver's license, his older brother drove the car used to pick me up for the dance. It was my date who came to the door to fetch me and meet my parents, and he was cordially welcomed.

I sat in the front seat and my date sat in the back. My date's brother and I had a wonderful, broadly ranging discussion on an assortment of subjects.

Since I had always been able to dance the fact this was the first dance I had ever been invited to attend did not concern me. The Christmas Formal included dancing, and my date and I may not have missed a single dance. I quite liked dancing.

My earlier experiences with dancing came about because from the time I was young Mother would play the Irish songs she enjoyed and, moved by the sounds, I had begun moving to the music when I was very young. It was while the Irish songs rang out that Mother confided in me that her family background was Irish.

As it turned out, I would only discover Mother had no Irish background whatsoever after promising to research her family history, about six weeks before she died on September 15, 1987. In fact, her genealogical background, which I carried out, as time allowed over the ensuing years, revealed she was mostly Scottish, and was a direct descendant of Robert the Bruce.

Soon after the Christmas dance, a recent acquaintance of mine, Tommy Buckley, introduced me to a friend of his. And this is how I met Richard. I stopped holding this against Tommy, a very nice person himself, some time ago.

Richard called me; these conversations were always about possible, unexceptional outings, eating out, mostly, though once he took me to see a park where he had played when he was a child. Then, he asked me to attend the yearly dance for the students at his school, Black-Fox Academy. I immediately accepted and acquired another formal, this one white lace.

It did not occur to me during this extremely fleeting period that he was strikingly dull. But the dance was fun and the corsage he presented to me was made up of roses and was pungent with aroma.

The Black-Fox dance had taken place as summer was beginning. Our next date was a tour of his childhood park; he told me he loved me. I was astonished. At this point, we had known each other for about 2 months, and his parents were taking him to Hawaii with them in a week or so. On this occasion, after a walk around the park where he had played as a child, Richard took me to a jewelry store and bought me a ring.

A boy I had known at school had given me a ring after we went to Disneyland together about this same time. I had accepted it, not realizing it meant we were 'going together'. When I was informed of this, I returned it to him.

I was startled but thought this was something like the earlier ring. The subject of marriage had never been raised, and I was both startled and embarrassed. But I realized the ring could be returned, and it seemed churlish to just say ‘No.’ Richard had said he would be away in Hawaii for about two months and would write to me. He did. I also gave him our address at our cabin in the Sierras at Cedar Slope, as Dad always took us there for as long as possible during the summer. We had been busy building a cabin for ourselves, next door to my Uncle Chuck's cabin about 6,200 feet in elevation.

It was the next day when Richard took me to his home and introduced me to his mother, Betty Barteaux. Mrs. Barteaux began sending me presents, and dropped these off herself. One of these was a portable iron, another was a set of cooking pots. She then gave me a set of very ornate silverware. I did not know what to say, though I did send her thank you notes using my informals, as was proper. I did mention the major I would be taking in college; this she also ignored - and when I shared stories of the cabin with her, she just stared at me.

These trips to Cedar Slope were always a delight. Along with clearing the building space for our own cabin, I always looked forward to fishing. Dad had taught me to fish when I was five, and that year I caught my first fish and was, hooked on fishing. I rarely failed to bring back my limit, which I always gutted and cleaned myself. Trout was one of our usual breakfasts at the cabin. Mother never came, so we cooked on the wood stove in Uncle Chuck's cabin and took showers in the minimal bathroom on the porch there. Showers had to be fast, because hot water came out of the tank on the back of the wood stove and was in short supply.

Uncle Chuck also had lots of projects for us. These routinely included some which were heavy work, including the repair and maintenance of the sewage system for his cabin. I generally returned to school in September with callouses and a tan.

One year, our project had been building out an area we used for sitting in the evening under the trees on one side of our cabin. Every summer included more projects, and they were always interesting.

While we worked, Uncle Chuck would tell us stories about his earlier life. Just out of college from UC Berkeley with a degree in engineering, Uncle Chuck had joined the U. S. Army and been assigned to the ongoing work on the Burma Road. Uncle Chuck returned from the service weighing 125 lbs. It was tough work, but essential to the war effort.

Uncle Chuck also had lots of projects for us, which I also enjoyed. We built out an area that we used sitting in the evening under the trees on one side of Uncle Chuck's cabin. We had spent years, moving wheelbarrows full of rocks and dirt to build up the area where our own cabin would be situated, while not neglecting the need to dig out the steep slope so a pad for construction could be secured and given time to compact so there would be a solid base for the construction for the Pillsbury cabin.

I did wonder how Richard would like the cabin if he visited me there. We had been there for several weeks and were well advanced with laying out the leaching field for the sewage system when Richard returned from Hawaii. Later, I would be deeply sorry I had told him where the cabin was located.

Richard was not interested in any of our ongoing projects. He had arrived in his greenish GTO and thought it was more interesting to either drive up and down the mountain or take very short walks. My walks were never short, so this was annoying. He was also uninterested in assisting in putting in the leaching field for the sewage system, which was my own project that year.

And it was obvious, after our first meal at the cabin, that he knew nothing about cooking or washing up afterwards.

I had wondered how Richard would like the cabin if he visited me there, but assumed he would just join in, as other guests had done. That did not happen.

We had been there for several weeks by the time he arrived and were well advanced on laying out the leaching field for the sewage system. Later, I would be deeply sorry I had told him where the cabin was located.

It was obvious Richard was uninterested in every single activity taking place. He did not even know how to wash dishes.

Since my entire family very much enjoyed our summers at the cabin, I assumed he would soon go home. But instead, he drove me up to see Dome Rock and began insisting we get married right away. The next part of the story I will leave for another time, as it was the most horrible experience of my life to that point.

The wedding, which took place in Starkville, Mississippi, was ghastly. I have always wished I had never met Richard, never talked to him, and could erase every part of what I could only view as a tragic, life-shattering misadventure.

To say we had nothing in common understates the case.

Angel Barteaux, Richard's third child

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The Life of Angel Barteaux

When Angel was 17 in 1993 she was getting into serious trouble. At the time she was living with her mother, Beverly (Saville) Barteaux, in Modesto and going to high school, but not doing well. She had been caught for shop lifting, crashed her car, purchased for her by her grandfather Barteaux entirely wrecking it. She was also dating an older guy, the manager at the local Taco Bell there in Modesto was and unwilling to accept her mother's rules.

She had been attending high school, but was not doing well, from what I was told by Jillkster, who first contacted me in 2012, having wondered what happened with Richard's first marriage.

During a domestic dispute over her staying out with her boyfriend at night a physical argument erupted. I was told Angel called the police and had her mother jailed. This shocked me. Jillkster and I had many very informative conversations and I jotted down notes afterwards.

Back to Angel, who appears to have anything but angelic. Jillkster told me her grandparents, Walter Dean and Betty Mae Barteaux, and her brother and sister-in-law, Richard Lee Barteaux, Jr. and herself, were entirely fed up with her. Her mother was no longer willing to have Angel living with her either, when she turned to them for help. Angel had lived with her grandparents, Dean and Betty Barteaux, on and off over the years. They also could not deal with her. It occurred to me that the behavior she was exhibiting was very much like that of her grandfather, Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, who had died of alcoholism in 1993.

It was decided, probably by Dean, she should just move into Richard Senior's home, vacant since his death two months earlier had left the place in Cheyenne, Wyoming vacant. They evidently believed that, left in a house, everything paid for and with a car to drive, she would attend high school and be fine. Therefore, she was shipped off with a girl friend, Brandy, to live at the house in Cheyenne, Wyoming, which had been purchased for Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior some years before.

Richard, Jr’s wife, Jillkster, accompanied the two girls and got them settled in, ensuring they had all they needed. Jillkster, was also the one handling the allowance and paying the bills. Angel had to do nothing but go to school. A new Ford Escort was purchased for her. Angel complained because it was not what she wanted.

Not surprisingly, all was not well. Angel did not attend school regularly and was not behaving, otherwise. See photos of that time HERE

Brandy only lasted for 24 hours. She called Jillkster from the home of Richard Senior's old girlfriend, Peggy, begging to come home because Angel was being entirely unreasonable about everything.

Jillkster told me Angel was a pathological liar and refused to cooperate on anything. Angel signed up to go to high school, attended for a month, then dropped out. The partying had began immediately.

She was outraged to discover her allowance was cut in half because Brandy was no longer there. “Tough,” said Jillkster commented.

Shortly thereafter, just a little later in 1993, Jill received a letter from Chayla Rae Brown, a connection of Peggy's , telling them Angel was using drugs, not going to school, and hanging out with a druggy guy, Jason. Disgusted, the Barteauxs stopped sending Angel any money.

The house was in the names of Angel and her brother, Richard, Junior as tenants-in-common. Ignoring the fact she did not actually own the house, Angel sold it, taking the entire proceeds of around $76,000.

The following year there was a shot gun wedding because she was pregnant by Jason. Married October 14, 1994, giving birth on January 9^th of 1995.

Jason was working as a cook at Denny's in Cheyenne. Angel was staying home. The couple was receiving food stamps. Shortly thereafter she became pregnant again with Sarah. The new baby was born May 31^st, 1996.

While she was pregnant with Sarah, Angel began calling the Barteauxs for help. Her mom, Beverly, went down to help when Sarah was born. The Barteauxs spent $86,000 for a house trailer so she and her kids and husband would have a place to live.

After Sarah was born Jason began battering her. Angel sent pictures of her bruises.

By October 1996 Angel reported the abuse from Jason was too much for her to take. She decided she wanted a divorce and to return to California and get a trailer home there.

The trailer was sold at a huge loss. Angel returned to California in the same Ford Escort which had been purchased for her when she relocated to Cheyenne.

The Barteauxs again dipped into Angel's trust fund and bought her another trailer home, this one in Modesto. The divorce was finalized. Jason paid nothing.

Angel was sold a used Jeep Grand Cherokee, which had been owned by Jill and Richard, Jr.

An attempt to allow her to have credit cards ended after one month. Angel had blown through $20,000 on trinkets and junk.

Right after she moved to Modesto she met Daman Rogers and, again, fell in love. Rogers adopted her kids. They lived in the trailer home purchased for Angel until they got the inheritance after Betty died and then bought a house, where they still live.

The Barteauxs paid for Daman to go to school to repair copiers.

Today Angel does passion parties, selling sex toys, to make money and receives a monthly stipend from her trust fund.

About Angel's Life Interests

Angel's Home Today

Richard's schools K- To Beverly Saville

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Richard Lee Barteaux's Educational History

Redeemer Baptist Academy

Richard's doting parents began his formal education at Redeemer Baptist, which was located at 10792 National Blvd., in West Los Angeles, CA 90064. The school was offering classes from Kindergarten through 6th grade. It appears that Betty Barteaux did not immediately place Richard in a school, as Tommy remembers, Tommy, himself started in the 3rd grade, and Richard starting in the 2nd grade.

In Los Angeles, where I also grew up, school started in Kindergarten and classes were available from that year through the 6th grade. I started, age 5, in Kindergarten at Mar Vista Elementary School at 3330 Granville Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90066.

Tommy recalled that Richard, who was not in his class, was active on the play equipment provided by the school, but was inclined to efforts to encourage other children into conflict.

During this time, Richard's mother regularly invited him, Tommy, to come to their house in Cheviot Hills to swim with Richard. No other children appeared to have accepted these invitations. Richard's expressed interest in swimming, Tommy said, appeared to be focused on building up waves that could then be used to splash out of the pool. Tommy did not remember attending a birthday party for Richard.

Richard graduated the year before Tommy, who did not know to where Richard was gone on to continue his education for some time.

From Redeemer Baptist Richard moved on to Black-Fox

A Brief History

From a page only available on the WayBack Machine

Black-Foxe opened its doors in the Fall of 1928 when Charles E. Toberman, a prominent Hollywood developer and financier, was joined by Majors Earle Fox and Harry Black to found the school on the site that had formerly been occupied by Urban Military Academy. Foxe became its president and Black commandant of cadets. Both Black and Foxe had served with distinction in the First World War. Major Harry Gaver, whose title was honorary, joined them as Headmaster. It was Harry Gaver that was the intellectual force behind the founding and the rise to prominence of Black-Foxe as a first-rate college preparatory school.

From it’s earliest years Black-Foxe attracted a number of the sons of Hollywood luminaries, due in part to the fact that Earle Foxe had been a silent movie actor who continued to take an occasional part in sound films. By the end of the thirties Harry Black had gone on to other interests. Earle Foxe remained as president until 1960.

Although it was founded only a year before the beginning of the great depression, those who could afford to send their son’s to the school were minimally affected by that ongoing event. In the thirties both the football and polo teams enjoyed sterling reputations playing and, more often than not, defeating college and university freshman teams. Football players were highly recruited during that period. By the 1940s the polo team was history and the football team, sans scholarship athletes, had settled into playing in the private prep school league. From that time on it was the swimming team that took the laurels. Many future All-American swimmers swam for the BF ‘Mermen.’

During World War II many former Black-Foxe cadets and faculty members served with distinction. Five gave their lives, including the son of Headmaster Harry H. Gaver. Harry junior, who was aboard the USS Oklahoma at Pearl Harbor, was the first Black-Foxe alumnus to die in the war.

The 1950’s at Black-Foxe, as well as elsewhere in the country, were years of stability and, except for Korea and the ongoing cold war, years of optimism. However, in 1954 Black-Foxe suffered what was undoubtedly its greatest loss when the headmaster, the firm but gentle Major Harry Gaver, died of a heart attack at age sixty-eight. English teacher Caleb deCou put it best when he said “Black-Foxe was written in the hand of Major Gaver.” In 1959 the school was sold by Charles Toberman to Raymond Rosendahl, father of Cadet Ray Rosendahl.

The turbulent sixties with their social protests and raging anti-war sentiment, especially by the young , did not bode well for a military school. In the early 1960s the name was changed from Black-Foxe Military Institute to The Black-Foxe School. Earle Foxe, the founding President had resigned and finally, in the last year, Army ROTC gave way to Air Force ROTC, the Air Force apparently being more benign than the infantry in the eyes American society of the 1960s. In 1965 Rosendahl sold the school to a non-profit group which included parents of cadets then in attendance. This group for reasons known and unknown were unable to make a success of the non-profit venture. In 1968 the mortgage holder had no choice but to foreclose, and Black-Foxe was no more.

Today, the only remaining vestige of Black-Foxe is a house on the adjacent property that used to serve as the kindergarten during the school year and a dance studio during the summer months. It was purchased in the early 1940s by Black-Foxe, and when the school folded, it was sold to a Mr. David Aguirre. He now uses it as his residence and it is also a Los Angeles historical landmark and modest museum of Black-Foxe memorabilia.

Pat O'Donnell, Class of 1949

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It is likely Richard did not attempt to return to Black-Fox after the summer of 1966. Instead, he started high school at University High School, Los Angeles, where Thomas Buckley, his only friend from Redeemer Baptist, was also attending.

Tommy chummed around with Richard, and he and Adelia Dennis, who I had known from Webster Junior High School, accompanied Richard in his GTO on drives around Los Angeles. Tommy, who I had lost track of for about 50 years, and I, reconnected over the phone, sharing stories about the ghastly Richard.

Tommy shared stories about those drives in Richard's GTO after I escaped from Richard early in 1967. Accompanying them, was Adelia Dennis, who I had known first from Webster Jr. High School. Adela had come to the cabin with us once, but she could have been going to University High School by 1966.

Tommy reminded me I had persuaded him to take Adelia to the Prom. Presumably, this occurred before I escaped from Richard.

I await more ancient memories on that period of my life. I was, myself, producing piles of baby clothes, a layette which proved to have been sufficient for at least twins. This, and finishing High School in home study, were the focus of my attention.

I embroidered each garment for the baby. Then, you had to wait to find out the gender. I solved this problem by choosing Carolyn Anne and Charles Arthur for the unborn baby, this way either gender eventuality was covered.

It does not appear that Richard ever graduated from University High School. Instead, he ran off with another girl Tommy had introduced to him, Beverly Jane Saville, whose mother's born name was Roth. She was about six months older than myself, having been born in July, 1948.

What makes their runaway relationship most interesting is that Beverly was already engaged to another man, who had presented her with an engagement ring. Beverly was already living with this original fiancée, and her intended had purchased the rings to be used for their wedding, which was to take place in the near future. The two were living with the fiancé's parents in anticipation of the event.

I still cannot find any evidence the Richard and Beverly were legally married. Richard Lee Barteaux, Jr., was born 05/02/1969.

Betty Mae Barteaux (Stevens) - Richard's Mother

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Barteaux, Betty Mae - from her obituary

Born May 26, 1920 to Hershel and Hazel Stevens in Los Angeles, California, passed away on January 25, 2005, at her home in Palm Springs, California.

Betty was raised in the West Adams district of Los Angeles and loved to tell stories about how she and her sister, Eileen, worked as box lunch extras at Twentieth Century Fox. Betty graduated from Los Angeles High School in 1938. Shortly after that, according to family legend, she went to the old Santa Monica skating rink near Venice, and spotted a tall, good looking young man across the floor. They skated right at each other, to the middle of the rink.

Thus began her relationship with her husband of over sixty years, Dean Barteaux. Dean and Betty lived in Santa Monica and then moved to Cheviot Hills as Dean's business, Barco Aviation, prospered.

Recollections: Melinda Pillsbury-Foster

It was in Cheviot Hills that they raised their child, the second they adopted, Richard.

The first son they adopted, also Richard, was taken back by the birth mother before their adoption was finalized. Betty, herself, explained this to me while she was also trying to instruct me on what a "good wife" should be. She also shared some of the shocking stories on the traumas she experienced while raising the son they had wanted for so long.

It was clear that Betty knew Richard was very capable of violence.

These stories includes multiple instances of violent outbreaks on Richard's part and a complete disinterest in any kind of schoolwork. Somehow, I was supposed to do something about this, Betty intimated, but since she, his adopted mother and parent, could not, I had not the least idea how to change Richard's behavior. When I learned his I.Q. was 110 much was explained.

Richard, born Joseph Aloysius MANGOLD, his born name, being both highly psychopathic and very disinclined to learning anything, lacked the needed internal resources to change anything.

Otherwise, the content of our conversations involved doing nothing but cooking, ordering the maid around, and paying close attention to one's wardrobe. I was polite, but astonished. My family expectations on what subjects should consume my attention assumed a clear understanding of etiquette, settings for the table, depending on by whom, and where you were being entertained. But from there, they diverged into art, poetry, history, science fiction, and other subjects that did not appear to interest Betty when I tried to introduce these.

Betty was clearly from a family which did not value education, especially for women, highly.

Betty provided books I was expected to read, and I did. But these were only on matters on which I was already well informed. These included the difference between American, French, English and Russian practices for setting the table. Clearly, the kind of event to which you were inviting guests was very much on point.

But these dialogs with Betty were all entirely pedestrian, focusing on minor points. I was polite, and refrained from complaint.

My life's overwhelming focus was studying subjects which interested me. Having begun building my own library by age 4, I had early become addicted to the written word. By age 7 my own library included science fiction, poetry, especially interesting articles from Scientific American, geology, archeology, some sociology and philosophy.

If Richard's parents had not taken him to Hawaii almost immediately after he asked me to marry him, and I had not yet realized why he listened patiently while I talked, occasionally nodding in agreement, and was appallingly ignorant on the subjects introduced, the ring he had presented me with would have been returned forthwith.

So, there I was stuck with him and Betty was showing me, as if this were utterly unknown, how to make deviled eggs and how to mend underwear. This last really surprised me as there was not the least thrift in their lifestyle.

Evidently, it took many years for Betty to finally, grudgingly, admit to herself that Richard, Senior, my former husband of about 7 months when I escaped him, was incapable of holding a job of any kind and also habitually violent.

It appears to have been his relationship with his second wife, who better tolerated abuse than did I, who, for a time, gave them hope Richard would grow into someone who was not violent and also capable to rational and productive action.

As you see from Richard's life-history, this was a hope never to be realized. Instead, they substituted Richard's second son for taking over the family business.

Not that it appears Richard, Junior, actually ran the three businesses. These were later sold so he could focus on his other interests, none of which were at all intellectually taxing.

Betty Knew What She Wanted

From an obituary in the Los Angeles Times:

Betty loved travel, clothes and diamonds. She was a member of the Garden Club of West Los Angeles and the Los Angeles Country Club. She exemplified style, elegance, taste and generosity that seems rare today. Betty and Dean retired to their vacation home in Palm Springs in 1990 where they entertained friends and family with cards, swimming and sight seeing. Betty was predeceased by her husband, Dean; her son, Richard; and her sister, Eileen. She is survived by her grandson, Richard Barteaux, Jr., great-grandchildren, Brooke, Kyle and Travis; granddaughter, Angel Rogers, her husband Damon, great-grandchildren, Jason and Sean; and Betty's nephew, Michael Castle. No services are planned.

Published by Los Angeles Times on Jan. 28, 2005.

The FACTS are documented, Angel.

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Angel, the second daughter, third child of Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, left a comment on this site some time ago, likely after Carolyn Anne Barteaux, AKA, Morgan Pillsbury Gell, the daughter born from my marriage to Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, made contact with her.

Angel is the second child of Richard Lee Barteaux's second marriage to Beverly Bardi, if they did, indeed, marry. I have not seen the marriage certificate as of yet.

Angel's comment was, "This is all lies!!!! Im angel barteaux".

Melinda responds - It is generally appropriate to capitalize both your first and last names.

I surmise Angel was attempting to intimidate me, or something of the kind. That is never going to happen.

The documents are available, and I will simplify this for Angel by providing the links.

Barteaux Timeline

Marriage Certificate - September 7, 1966 - for Mary Linda (Melinda) Pillsbury and Richard Lee Barteaux

Carolyn Anne Barteaux was born July 5, 1967 at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica.

Divorce Agreement - April 20th, 1968 - Settlement Agreement between Melinda Pillsbury Barteaux and Richard Lee Barteaux

Divorce Decree - June 24th, 1968

I was just relieved to have no contact with Richard or his family again, as Richard's abusive behavior had started soon after his parents rented an apartment at 3666 Cardiff Avenue in West Los Angeles.

The entire period of the marriage was entirely unnerving. Watching Richard listen to his headbanging while he wore his Nazi uniform, on his knees, listening to speeches by Adolph Hitler were both shocking and unnerving - but being battered into senselessness several times had made me anxious to never see him, or hear from or about him, again.

But it appears that the Barteaux family knew that paying any support or a settlement for the physical damage done to me would be costly. Also, Betty's attitude included no concern about the injuries I had experienced. Those injuries still haunt me today.

Also, and very important, was the fact Richard, learning I was pregnant, told me if the baby was a girl he would have sex with her. My parents, learning this, and then from our attorney, decided that all steps possible should be taken to ensure Richard had NO CONTACT with the child.

My parents, shocked, disgusted, and revolted by the lack of simple decency displayed by Betty and Dean had also decided they wanted nothing to do with them or their son.

So, that is my part of the story.

But the ugly behavior on the part of your father, Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, continued.

1982
September 29 - Law Suit against RLB, Senior, by the State of California, Substitution. Dunne, Phelps, Mills, Smith & Jackson is handing the case over to Comstock & Comstock Case No. BKG 6526 926

December 9 - Married: Richard Lee Barteaux to Belinda M. Betzing in Las Vegas. Marriage Certificate Belinda received a hefty settlement from the Barteaux's she told me. She was also routinely battered.

1992
January 6, Letter to Dean Joseph Kertes from Janet Eddy, Ph. D., regarding the learning disabilities of Richard Lee Barteaux, Junior. Letter

1993
May 8th, Died: Richard Lee Barteaux, Cheyenne, Wyoming. Death Certificate

And that is the truth. Learn to live with it, Angel.

Initial Response to Angel Barteaux

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Angel, the second daughter, third child of Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, left a comment on this site some time ago, likely after Carolyn Anne Barteaux (when Carolyn was 17, and living with my sister, Anne, in Santa Barbara) she changed her name to Morgan), the daughter born from my marriage to Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, from Richard's second marriage, contacted her. It likely seemed unfair to 'Carolyn' - Morgan

Angel's comment was, "This is all lies!!!! Im angel barteaux".

I suppose I was intended to feel intimidated, or something of the kind. Not a bit.

The documents are available, and I will simplify this for Angel by providing the links.

Barteaux Timeline

Marriage Certificate - September 7, 1966 - for Mary Linda (Melinda) Pillsbury and Richard Lee Barteaux

Carolyn Anne Barteaux was born July 5, 1967 at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica.

Divorce Agreement - April 20th, 1968 - Settlement Agreement between Melinda Pillsbury Barteaux and Richard Lee Barteaux

Divorce Decree - June 24th, 1968

I was just relieved to have no contact with Richard or his family again, as Richard's abusive behavior, which had begun when he insisted I elope with him, continued after we returned from Starkville, Mississippi, where we had married. After a short stay with his parents, the Barteauxs rented us an apartment at 3666 Cardiff, Los Angeles.

It had been entirely unnerving to watch and listen to his headbanging while he wore his Nazi uniform and listened to speeches by Adolph Hitler - but being battered into senselessness several times had made me anxious to never see him or hear from or about him again.

But it appears that the Barteauxs knew that paying any support or a settlement for the physical damage done to me would be costly. Those injuries still haunt me today.

Also, and very important, was the fact Richard, learning I was pregnant, told me if the baby was a girl he would have sex with her. My parents, learning this, and then from our attorney that I would not be able to stop Richard from obtaining unsupervised visitation, I decided that all steps possible should be taken to ensure Richard have NO CONTACT with the child. See Barteaux Timeline

My parents, shocked, disgusted, and revolted by the lack of simple decency displayed by Betty and Dean had also decided they wanted nothing to do with them or their son.

So, that is my part of the story.

But the ugly behavior on the part of your father, Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, continued.

1982
September 29 - Law Suit against RLB, Senior, by the State of California, Substitution. Dunne, Phelps, Mills, Smith & Jackson is handing the case over to Comstock & Comstock Case No. BKG 6526 926

December 9 - Married: Richard Lee Barteaux to Belinda M. Betzing in Las Vegas. Marriage Certificate Belinda received a hefty settlement from the Barteauxs she told me. She was also routinely battered.

1992
January 6, Letter to Dean Joseph Kertes from Janet Eddy, Ph. D., regarding the learning disabilities of Richard Lee Barteaux, Junior. Letter

1993
May 8th, Died: Richard Lee Barteaux, Cheyenne, Wyoming. Death Certificate

And that is the truth. Learn to live with it, Angel.

Goals We Set Out to Accomplish

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When these events began to unfold the behavior of psychopathic individuals, lacking conscience and empathy, were not understood to be, very likely, neurological. It took 30 years for this to change. But today, we know. Experts such as Dr. Robert Hare have helped us except the condition is neurological in many cases and cannot be altered.

Since 2015 the attributes of psychopathy can be understood through the study carried out by Dr. Kent Kiehl, PhD. The study included 5,000 fMRI scans on prisoners incarcerated as highly dangerous in various institutions and took Kiehl ten years to complete. His book on the subject is highly readable. The Psychopath Whisperer: The Science of Those Without Conscience

More information on the condition of psychopathy can be found in multiple locations on the Internet including some listed at LifeStealers.net

We realized we were dealing with two distinct issues, I.Q. and most importantly, psychopathy.

This reflects in the coverage of the condition, its characteristics outlined, by such entities as the FBI. The premier journal on economics in the UK, the Economist, attributes the monetary meltdowns to the high level of individuals with psychopathic characteristics in finance.

Psychopathic individuals cost us billions every year. Therefore, we must become more aware of the characteristics and be able to identify those who demonstrate them.

Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, was never diagnosed as a psychopath; he was one of the generation which evaded being understood. But his behavior caused many of those who knew him to eventually conclude this was the case.

His life-long failure to accomplish anything positive whatsoever, can be attributed to two factors. First, his psychopathy, the second his low I.Q., 110.

As Richard's words began to sink in, I sat, stunned, shocked, and numb.

He had everlastingly bragged to me, after we were married, that his I. Q. was extremely high, and wanted to prove this by being tested. I neither encouraged or discouraged this goal, as disagreeing with him had frightening consequences.

With the assistance of his mother, Betty, he made an appointment with a professional who could administer an I. Q. test. I waited in the car, the nearly new GTO purchased for him by his parents. He erupted from the door, bolted into the car, and without a word slammed out of the parking lot. I was reluctant to ask about the outcome of the test, but he, obviously, felt a need to confide in someone.

In this way, I learned his tested I.Q. was 110. It is likely he felt a need to tell someone. Making no comment, I tightened my seat belt.

Based on his demonstrated behavior and other documented evidence, I had no problem in retrospect, believing him. The little girl I would birth, Carolyn Anne, now calling herself Morgan, I would learn over some years of anguishing events, is also a psychopath.

She is more intelligent than her biological father, Richard Barteaux, Senior, but that is of little comfort to me. Richard was out of my life and I stopped worrying about him after several years of martial arts training.

I wondered for some time if my second husband was also psychopathic. If so, Ronald Edward Kellett, who took my second name, Foster, early in our marriage, may well exhibit a degree of psychopathy. Or, he may only be lazy, not very intelligent, but determined to live a life of as much ease as possible. RonaldEFoster

Over the years following, I, first by myself, and then with others who had similar concerns, discussed in depth our own experiences and decided our own stories should be made available.

Information on Morgan Gell is available on this website.

Richard Lee Barteaux's third marriage December 13, 1982

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Richard L. Barteaux

Link to Marriage Certificate

Marriage Record

Gender - Male

Marriage Date - Dec 9, 1982

Marriage Location - Clark, NV Map

Instrument Number - 0201314

Book - 0668

Page - B415817

Certificate Number - 1982501314

Recorded Date - Dec 13, 1982

Recorded County - Clark

Bride's Information

Belinda M. Betzing
Spouse, female

I was told that Belinda received a hefty settlement from the Barteauxs for her pain and suffering caused by their son, Richard.

Photo History of Angel's Time in Cheyenne

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These are representative of what we have illustrating Angel's activities while 'finishing high school' in Cheyenne.

Angel at the house provided for her, furnished, in Cheyenne, so she could finish high school, with her dog.

Angel with another dog, still not going to high school, before she moved out of the house.

Angel's new husband, Jason, smoking pot.

Jason, Angel's husband, with bong.

Jason, Angel's husband, with his mother.

Letter from Angel and her mother to the Barteauxs

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Letter written by Angel and her mother, Beverly, to Dean and Betty Barteaux asking for assistance. I heard from another source that Angel's academic interests were never aroused and she is dependent on the money received through her brother, Richard II who is now in control of the money inherited from Dean and Betty Barteaux.

Any more detailed comments are unnecessary. Eventually, Angel would be selling items that appear to be sex toys.

Angel - charges for property damage, Cheyenne

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1992 January 6 - Richard Lee Barteaux, Jr, Learning Disability

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1982 - December 9 - RLB, Senior marries Belinda M. Betzing in Las Vegas.

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Richard Lee Barteaux, Senior, married, or cohabited, three times.

As his first wife I can attest to his violence and bizarre behavior. His second wife, Beverly Burkett Barteaux, had two children, a son, RLB Jr., and Angel, a girl.

A marriage certificate for the third marriage is below.

When I was contacted by Richard Jr's daughter-in-law in 2012 I was, of course, interested when she offered to supply me with more documentation on Richard Senior and the family's previous and subsequent actions. As I might have mentioned earlier, Walter Dean and Betty Mae Barteaux had no interest in little Carolyn Anne, which relieved me, given Richard Senior's threat to rape my baby if it was a girl.

My parents, Dr. and Mrs. Arthur Francis Pillsbury, insidiously agreed on this point.

Betty and Dean also had no interest in providing any support for the baby, so these costs were entirely paid for by my parents, except for the cost of the actual birth, which I paid for myself, using my accumulated earnings running a Lemonade Stand as a child. You can read about that story, at Lemonade Liberty.

As you see, I was both thrifty and industrious as a child, characteristics which I have retained in later life.

Dishonorable Discharge from the Army - Richard Senior

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The documents speak for themselves, but, the numbers and explanation to those of us without experience in reading military jargon require some explanation. Richard's brief stint in the Regular Army, took place some years after I had escaped the marriage.

Richard's birthdate, according to the record below was February 25, 1950.

At this time Ford Ord was an Infantry and Artillery Command.

The document below indicates Richard joined the U. S. Army on, 5 July 1979, and was in the Regular Army for 2.5 years.

It appears six months was lost pending court martial, however, he was discharged in circumstances other than honorable, Rate: Private First Class.

He was trained in indirect fire, meaning as a spotter or with mortars, bazookas; he qualified as a Sharpshooter and Grenade (second class).

His military career ended when he was discharged instead of standing trial for charges unspecified.

RLB, Junior

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

RLB, Junior

It is possible that Richard, Jr., was not legitimate because his parents were not married at the time of his birth. Little Richard was born on May 2, 1969, but RLB, Senior and Beverly Saville were not married until May 17, 1969 Certificate #: A266415

It is definitely a fact that RLB, Junior inherited senior control of the fortune earned by Walter Dean Barteaux and held with his wife, Betty Mae (Stevens) Barteaux. This was titled THE BARTEAUX FAMILY TRUST, and was originally founded on March 10, 1987, but amended and restated on December 17, 1996.

I assume the funds therein are now seriously depleted, but still supply enough funds for the family, still using the last name Barteaux, for a very reasonably comfortable lifestyle.

After a diligent effort, we were able to obtain the information that Richard Junior, was born on May 2, 1969, but RLB and Beverly Saville were not married until, as stated above, May 17, 1969.

We did discover during these inquiries that RLB, Senior, has a record for two marriages in Las Vegas. This was likely the same location for each wedding, his second marriage, this to Beverly Saville, and then RLB, Senior's third marriage to to Belinda. Belinda shared with us that she had received a very respectable settlement at the time of her divorce from RLB, Senior, which took place when she was able to sneak away from the place they were staying in Las Vegas after she covertly contacted a friend to pick her up with all of her luggage. Yes, she was also abused.

We did find the names of Beverly's parents and siblings as of the time of the 1950 census, conducted in Santa Monica, California. Her parents names were Audrey J. Saville, her mother, and Alden G. Saville, who was then working as an operator for a termite company. Little Beverly had two older sisters, ages 4, Audrey, and 3, Joy, a year younger.

It appears that Richard, Jr. did not want to, or was not deemed able to actually run these companies successfully, as they were sold by Dean before his death. This left Richard, Junior. a man controlling considerable wealth, who was able to afford anything he wanted. Reports from his former wife, Jill, confirmed this assumption.

But no compensation was ever made to Richard Senior's first wife, Melinda, and Richard Senior's oldest child, Carolyn Anne Barteaux, also received nothing.

When I mention compensation I refer to such elemental issues as paying for the baby's birth, medical needs from multiple incidents of battery, and for Melinda, the costs paid solely by herself and her parents after she escaped Richard, Senior.

It is likely these failures of compensation were through the demands of Betty Mae Barteaux, this carried out by Richard Barteaux, Jr. No one in the Barteaux family ever asked to see little Carolyn or acknowledged her existence. Since her maternal grandparents, Dr. Arthur Francis Pillsbury and his wife, Mary Alice Reasoner Pillsbury, adopted her when she turned 12, at their request, Carolyn continued to live with them until age around 12, when she began refusing to attend school and amuse herself in various ways, many of these highly questionable.

While she never met or even saw her biological father, she did inherit her psychopathy from him.

These included nearly behaviors also exhibited by Richard's third child, Angel. Failure to attend school, sexual activity, and the use of legally proscribed substances. Also, a failure to tell the truth to those responsible for her care.

My conversations with Jillkster, provided proof this 'heritage' was also passed on to Richard Lee Barteaux, Junior.

Dr. and Mrs. Pillsbury had bought Carolyn her own horse, among other indulgences, and noted these deviations from what was accepted by any and all family members by age 13.

Carolyn was not behaving herself in multiple ways. She dropped out of Springville Union School, which was a five-minute walk from the Pillsbury home. When Dr. and Mrs. Pillsbury signed her up with a Christian School, which operated remotely, the student required to read the books and papers supplied, do research on the subject, and answer the questions provided. Carolyn refused to complete the assignments, shared with Melinda by her exasperated father, Dr. Pillsbury, who was also the head of the school in Springville she was refusing to attend.

Due to Carolyn's unwillingness to do anything in the least academic, by the time she was 14 - 15, she was sent to live with her Aunt Anne in Santa Barbara. My parents could no longer deal with her and Carolyn's time with me and her siblings had proven to be dangerous for my younger children, as Carolyn would attempt to get them to do things that were extremely dangerous, such as jumping off the top of the house.

The goal for the Pillsbury Family was to ensure Carolyn finished at least high school. No confirmation that this happened has been made available. No communications with the Barteauxs took place at any point.

Carolyn, her last name Pillsbury from the time of her adoption, changed her name to Morgan Pillsbury at age 17. Morgan, formerly Carolyn, was 17 when Melinda's sister, Anne, was no longer able to cope with her, and sent Barteaux's child to live with Melinda.

Morgan proved to be extremely disruptive and dishonest. Exhibiting no interest in gaining an education she started a long-term affair with Eddy Van Halen. I knew nothing of this at the time. Not at all interested in the contemporary music world I did not even recognize his name. The closest I came to meeting him was a recounting by my younger children of his dropping off Morgan (formerly Carolyn) and nearly running over one of our cats.

For more on Morgan's life choices Visit MorganPillsburyGell.com

Unfortunately, Little Carolyn did inherit one thing from her biological father. She is also a psychopath, a fact which became obvious to Melinda through her demonstrated behavior from childhood to the present time.

R. L. Barteaux, Senior - Death Certificate May 8, 1993

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Richard Lee Barteaux died alone in the two bedroom, one bath house, purchased for him by his adopted parents, Walter Dean and Betty Mae Barteaux. He was their only child.

Richard had moved to Cheyenne, Wyoming over ten years previously because his DUIs in California made it impossible for him to drive in that state.

His father, Walter Dean Barteaux, paid him a stipend and purchased a clunker which was driven by a friend of Richard's who was also an alcoholic.

Richard's occupation was staying drunk. His beverage of choice was beer. At the time of his death he was 43 years of age.