Apparently, RomTom wrote a book, “Comporting Roadwise,” and this is from a web site about the book: http://www.medicinebowgallery.com/roadwise.html (Flash presentation, then click “more” link):
Reading between the lines (again) it appears her mental stability really was kind of questionable. I have to admit I’m not sure removing the kids from that environment (if she was as spacey as even her sympathetic husband described her) was entirely the wrong thing to do.
Romtom was my dad. he passed 3 weeks ago. Rose, Sandy, Tommy and Marry were all reunited with us within the past 20 years. it was all dad had ever wanted, im glad he got his wish. i am their half sister Juniper, RomToms and my mother Ami’s daughter. my sisters and brother live all around the world now, all but sandy raising their own big families. sandy is in college. only sandy and tommy even stayed in the USA. rose found dad, but dad had to fight to find sandy. marry was raised by a family member after taken from our father by the state. i was the product of free love, my mother was a friend to Dad and Elys’. Ely went up to Canada a few weeks ago to be taken after by family. dad lived to be 65 years old. he lived an extroardinary life
oh and i am just a highschool student… i was dads only child to get ot stay in his life since the beginning of my own, sadly. i saw him multiple times a year up to the age 16. Tommy was the only other who was not taken by the state besides me. we were raised by our mothers. i bet you didnt expect to hear directly from one of us, but there you go
I saw a wonderful happy hippie bus with a bunch of bikes on top Sunday before last in Missouri while I was driving from Colorado to Illinois to visit my seriously ill father. It gave me a great big good feeling in the middle of a somewhat grim journey. Don;t know if they were inspired by your dad juniperrrdannonnn, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Very sorry for your loss.
I was there during the Vermont and Quebec Rainbow Gatherings era.
I met RomTom and Ellie in Vermont but mostly got to hang out with them for about a month at Lac Beau near the town of Riviere Bleu in Quebec.
I was trying to find them to reconnect when I found this thread. Sorry I missed RomTom and he is now passed on, but I’m glad Ellie is back with her family.
I am especially glad that their story has made it to the internet. It will live on in our hearts.
Another woman who incidentally had a baby during the Lac Beau gathering, Smiley (a spirit connection for sure in so many ways, I should write the story for you folks) knew and loved RomTom and Ellie too. I’m sending her the link to the story of the Bike Bus, et al.
I love hearing from Juniperrr <3 Very sweet and makes me so happy.
Infinite Love for my Rainbow family, all the indigo children and the crystal star babies… muah!
- DB
Child of Romtom: Sorry for your loss and I’m glad your mom could figure out how to protect you from removal by the GOV.
BUT- I searched for him because I heard nude pics. of my young self were on line only to find his multiple websites all defunct.
I was likewise at VT gathering and Lac Beau and met Romtom as a street kid in Montreal. What can I say- he was on me like glue - basically a rainbow gathering version of stalking- blathering about all the goddess stuff. Eventually I agreed to let him take pictures as he had been forcefully and manipulatively begging me for. He had found me at sunrise- oh and he molested me against my will telling me that it was normal and how everyone gets so worried about touching genitalia but goddess power …blah etc.
Ya, I get it- it boils down to I was a traumatized girl and had no clue how to say NO and so Romtom got to have a weird sexual experience with me and then years later friends saw my photos- which were extensive and I will not describe- all the way in Oregon.
Oh, and I was 14.
You can all rationalize it any way you want- free love- beauty- happy hippy. But- if you lose 3 daughters- maybe you should lay off the other people’s lost daughters.
Just adding my actual “goddess” experience to the mix of groovy memories. Peace