(Rocky De-Ville, Feb 2010)

After viewing these pics of Rocky, of whom I am so proud, scroll down to my BIO.

Pictures taken Nashville, TN, Feb 28th 2010

    One of my past homes; front and the back in Sunningdale, Ascot, UK  8 bedrooms 7 baths 

                                          
              The silver car in the drive was mine..... a 280ZX Targa Coupe 
     

  
A lady driver hit me in my driver's door! I had to be cut out of the car... took almost 3 hours!

This 'accident' happened half a mile down the road from our Ascot house.

{Scroll down for more details on my beginnings and to read the excerpt of the first chapter of my Autobiography. Scroll down further to read the rest of my synopsis}  

           SYNOPSIS of my Autobiography.        

     How many people have had such a brilliantly bad and good life as I have which turned into a manic, non-stop, helter skelter of action? None I would wager! From a Colonial family, with baronets on my father’s side, and an ancestral castle in North Wales, UK. My very beautiful mother was the daughter of a Polynesian Princess and she hated to talk about her life and family. I shared only the little she begrudgingly divulged when I could no longer contain my inquisitive mind. We never dwelt on the subject as it made my mother far too unhappy and she missed her own parents very much. I grew up with stories of grandeur and tales of the domestic staff in my Grandparents home. (I have also had a housekeeper look after me, and later employed domestic staff. I had too many creative projects to pursue and taking time with housekeeping held me up too much. If I had been fast and quick at this type of work I might have been pleased to get it done myself, but I was no good at it! I always wanted my own black mama, as in 'Gone with the Wind,' to personally look after me and I still hope for this. If that is not PC, it is not my fault as how else could I state what I would like?

     I lived the kind of life that might have driven some people crazy. Filled with non-stop escape plans, high and low emotions, trauma, disasters, physical and mental abuse, illnesses, emergency operations, serious illnesses, (and not only mine) guilt, grief, loss, being blamed for things I never did, but due to circumstances sometimes had to lay claim to.

     I moved house one hundred and eighteen times. (ALL the addresses have been listed and there is a story attached to each one.) I found it necessary to move home every two or three weeks, the reasons mostly, were to avoid men who stalked me once they knew me, especially, when I became somewhat of a celebrity. Take note I am not saying I was famous or world known, but I became a large fish in many smallish ponds, metaphorically speaking. It was enough for me, and sometimes, even that was too much as I am a mixture of hermit, (loving the insular life) and also a very social type person when I choose to be!  I unwittingly became involved with the Soho Mafia when I was twenty-one years of age and amongst being privy to protection rackets, witnessed murder. Later, circumstances lead to my being homeless with a three year old daughter, and on marrying a new husband (an almost immediate regret) became pregnant, only to find out he was a vicious criminal who I needed to escape from. This cost me my two children anyway, including the newborn who I had to walk away from when I recovered from the horrific birth in the hospital.

     My incredible life has been filled with grief, loss, highs and excitement, disasters, mental and physical pain with many escapes!  In the process, I became involved in show-business, but only to the degree I felt secure with. It has NEVER been my thing to allow responsibilities and commitments to tie me down in the world of entertainment. I have seen my share of 'false' and pretentious people, and I am not in the slightest enamoured with those who have made names for themselves. They are still ONLY people, and not necessarily ones worth becoming friends with.Once I met Prince Charles and Lady Di face to face on the opening of the newly modernised Hammersmith Palais, London, (on their side of the red carpet and barrier). Quite an interesting story, to be told later in full. Kenny Everitt, the now deceased British comedian attended 'The Prince's Trust' event, along with other celebrities.

     I have experienced many supernatural encounters and undergone an enforced exorcism performed by my Doctor and two Pentecostal ministers who seemingly believed I was possessed by the devil.  The story appeared on the front page of, ‘The News of the World’ newspaper, June 4th 1978.  I have enjoyed popularity from being on-stage for years.Seven years as a professional dancer, then off and on with bands, appearing in television adverts and walk on parts, but have struggled with agoraphobia. "Not a lot of people know that!" Unquote; Michael Caine.

     I survived with my life on many occasions when I should have died.  I actually saw my guardian angel when he saved my sister and myself whilst travelling in my car about to merge onto a UK Motorway. It could have turned into a fatal car accident.  Another car ordeal on the motorway, accompanied by a friend, was a near miss when something in the engine blew up and I had to struggle with the steering to keep control.  Some years later, not long after my mother died, I miraculously survived a car crash that took almost three hours for firemen tocut me out of.  That should have killed or at least paralysed me.  I was also previously blown up in a gas explosion, to only mention a few of my dangerous mishaps.

     Each choice was a total gamble, consisting of decisions between mostly, the worst of situations.  Futile attempts in trying to keep my two daughters, then the constant search for them, were the most painful situations for me.   Many risks did not pay off and I lived on the edge constantly.  I became an adrenaline junkie by becoming used to this pattern of life. But, I never completely lost hope or my love of entertaining people. Neither did I become bitter or paint everyone with the same brush.  However, it would have been beneficial on many occasions, if I had done just that.

     I innocently became involved with terrible people, but also met many kind-hearted and decent folk. My accomplishments along the way have been many, but the main one was surviving the life I led, and walking my unusual path for so many years without going insane.  Also, it is very strange that I do not look anywhere near my age.  I look twenty or more years younger and am truly unique. Everyone says as much.

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SCROLL DOWN PAST THE LAST PICTURE HERE TO CONTINUE READING ABOUT MY 'HUSBANDS.' Number 3 was a practising witch and the one after that was an Assassin with the SAS in the British Army in one of their Assassination Squads. This husband, number 4, was a best-selling author with his book; 'The Nemesis File.'

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 This pic taken July 2010 -  A week later I dyed my silver hair back to black again in August 2010. Silver is good!

Pic taken July 2010   

           
(Jay {Donni} Dancer UK 28 years old)   (2009 USA Donni with a Jay Tusner guitar)

I am British, an Author and Performer now living in America.
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Below are also comparisons from the past to now, 2009  

                                      
(Jay {Donni} the UK Dancer - at 24 years)  (Donni, Author/Performer USA - 2007) 

                              
                    (Author USA - 2007)                                          (USA - end of 2008)    
Who says women are past it at 45 plus?   

      
My beautiful Mother at 18yrs    1yr old & laughing on the potty Mother's first child, me!           

  
 (Donna, my firstborn daughter at 28 years, sadly no more pictures of her, or contact. I miss her very much! She was so special!)

MY USA FAMILY below.

       
Rocky De-Ville (my husband)        The whole De-Ville family

First, there were the five husband's......

     My first husband Ken, was also my first boyfriend.  We met just before I went into nursing training at age 17when I did not know enough about men or the world.I married Ken at nineteen, tying myself down way too early with the first marriage and broke his heart when I left him.

     The second was a vicious, karate black-belt (and wine-alcoholic) Gavvy, who masqueraded as a charming, debonair, intellectual, (president of a debating club) tall, muscular man who everyone considered handsome. He was known to have a 'reputation' as an unbeatable street-fighter. I thought this strange as he always wore suits, but in a way, his reputation made me feel secure. (Shows how little I knew back then!)  After we married he became the father of my second child. He did me the most damage for he was the reason I lost both my two small daughters, my first daughter of 4 yrs and the one as a newborn. His true nature was hidden from me until the day we were married and part of who he really was revealed when he became unconscious drunk in front of me, in the place we were to stay for our honeymoon.  I then unsuccessfully tried to leave him on that first night after being told by a friend of his that he was an alcoholic. I picked up my suitcase and managed to get back to my home many miles away, by hitching lifts.  Two days later he phoned to say he would cut my legs off when he arrived back at MY home, which had now become the 'marital home' although we had not lived there as man and wife.  I called the police of course, but they said it was 'domestic' and so out of their jurisdiction unless he did cut my legs off! I was to contact them if he actually hurt me! It was the beginning of a short period of absolute hell, definitely the worst time I ever had, and I had many of those to compare with!

     Next, the third, there was an astute businessman, Bob, a gifted driver of all vehicles, who was Wiccan, could be most charming, also a witch and non-profit healer. I once witnessed an amazing healing he did spontaneously.

     Because of his beliefs, we had a 'hand-fasting,' which is a witch's wedding as well as having the civil ceremony first, that morning. Bob was multi-talented (not in the musical sense) business-wise and could turn his hand to anything.  This ability helped him amass over £2.5 million in properties and import car company, with my help enabling this to be possible initially.  He was highly intelligent and seemed very kind and I believe he truly loved animals. During this marriage I suffered many strange illnesses... which seemed to start when he knew I was serious about divorcing him.

     They included almost daily Migraines, and severe IBS.  I also suffered dreadfully with symptoms similar to arsenic poisoning.  I am still trying to get these poisons out of my system, all these years later, still suffering the affects.  My health became so bad I was unable to fully comprehend all his business dealings and the benefits at the time.  I did not even know how many properties he had acquired until his secretary inadvertently talked about some to me! I could not take this type of deception and demanded he leave.  Remarkably, within three months after separating from him, I became healthier, but strange things were going on in my house. Un-nerving things that most people would say is impossible.

     Then, the fourth time I married a recovering alcoholic, self-confessed ‘assassin.’ ‘Paul Bruce,’ who wrote the worldwide best selling book, ‘The Nemesis File.’ An autobiography about his life and his assassinations whilst being in the British Army in one of their ‘S.A.S. Execution Squads.’ He had almost conquered the desire to destroy himself whilst with me and he stopped drinking completely. But, his self-destruct button turned itself back on again a short while after we married and he became cold, lacking in affection of any type.  Whilst living with me, he never turned back to the drink, but after I had to call our marriage quits and helped him take his possessionsback to his own home, (which I had insisted he kept on, in case...) he started drinking heavily again, making himself horrendously ill. This upset me very much, especially as I felt proud for the changes in him since being with me. The nature of an alcoholic can never be hidden for long, especially, if he becomes unhappy or insecure...

~2005~

     The fifth and final. Now we come also to my closest and dearest friend, who found me on the internet. Because of him I decided to turn my back on all I knew, which included my many reasons for grief and heartache, back in the UK. Letting go of my many material possessions built up over many, many years, was astonishingly painful. As was leaving my Nissan Sylvia, turbo, sports coupe, which I loved. I have always become very attached to my cars! I gambled on a totally fresh new life by leaving the UK, even at my mature age and not being very healthy. For years I suffered from IBS, wretched hot flashes and an unstable thyroid, as well as a worsening debilitating condition we learned later was called; 'Gastric Volvulus' (where the stomach easily flips up and over the lungs) which thankfully, was successfully operated on after a short while of living in the USA. I grew to trust my new Chicagoan best friend and we moved from Chi-town, to Nashville,TN, where we married in a Court House with a Sheriff and a Deputy being our witnesses! For a Brit like me, it was very exciting! We owned a large ranch-style home in TN, but we missed Chicago too much and after five years, came back!

     Rocky has an MBA in Business Studies gained at the University of Chicago and is one good-looking, young looking, extremely strong, weight-lifting man.  A Chief Financial Controller, working in billion dollar, top consulting companies.  I introduced Rocky to the drums on arriving in Chicago the first time and he taught himself to play at tremendous speed. He has a natural ability, is very musically talented also writing songs and I am very proud of him. 

     After the life I have lived, it is not easy for me to 'give' myself as I have always beensuch a free spirit.  But, to have such a great, trusted friend and partner who has so much in common with me, is all that I need. It is new to me to feel love grow stronger each day, but it does happen! I am the same to him, making this my best and hopefully permanent, relationship.

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Then there were also the six common-law-husbands..... I was engaged to marry each one.

     The first one, Nick, the son of a heart consultant, (from Swindon, UK) becoming a friend of my first husband and myself, which caused me to move on from my marriage. I initially lived alone for a month or two, but then Nick and I became a couple and he, the father of my first daughter, Donna.  I nearly lost her at birth due to a bad long drawn out labour and Donna having breathing problems caused by her battle to be born. She was even given the last rites and christened.  I engaged the help of a strange man who saved her life.....  Nick and I moved into our own house, but after a short while, we were no longer able to communicate and many fights occurred. They were mostly over my constant attention to Donna, and hardly any to him. He hardly paid attention to the baby, so when he did she preferred to come to me. He hated this.  I know I handled so much wrongly and was emotionally insecure. We both realised we did not have that much in common after all, and I had enough around the time when our daughter was fourteen months old when I left.

     The second man, John Marney, was a kind person who I stayed with for two and a half years, had been the best friend of a married man I unwittingly fell for, (whilst I was a nurse again). I did not know this man, Ernie lived with a wife and six children.  On my terminating this 'affair' I turned to the faithful John. Eventually, John and I argued over his maintaining three other daughters even though he was divorced and that ex-wife had left him for another man. It is criminal the way courts allow the man to suffer financially to this degree, through no fault of his own. The fact remained, John was not in a position to look after my daughter and myself properly.The way we split up was very sad and we had so much left to say.

                                                 (Marriage to Gavvy here, Parky had been his best friend)

      Third, was Parky, (Tony Parke) who gambled heavily and drank all the ‘Guinness’s placed in front of him, whilst still being an incredible Pool player.  He was unable to financially add anything to our security, and due to my having to pay many of his debts regularly, I often left him.  But, he followed me from one town to another.  Sixteen times I moved away, but each time he persuaded me to take him back.  He eventually got murdered in an argument over me, when he finally quit gambling and was about to buy us a house with his saved up winnings.  He was helped by someone on the inside of the horse racing business. It was a woman I knew casually, Pat, a jockey, who worked at a famous Lambourne horse riding stable, that killed him with a knife straight into his heart.

     Fourth, was David Roberts, a man who was both a ‘fur-dyer’ by trade and professional drummer.  He encouraged me to be a musician in his band where I played guitar and sang.  We went on to form many different styles of bands, but after two years we had almost daily volatile arguments, mainly over his liking for football and television. He did not like my friendship with other musicians in the bands.  After I left him for the second time, he married my eighteen year old sister, Mandy.  Sadly for me, on having her third and fourth children she told me that my being such a free spirit was disruptive to her, as she had a home to run and it was difficult with me being a temptation for her to live a different, more fun-filled life. This broke my heart as Mandy and I were always so close and her being fifteen years younger than me, meant she was almost like my own daughter.

     Fifth, was Tony Kay, an extremely creative and talented multi-instrumentalist musician, singer and songwriter.  Also, an artist and author.  He was friendly with the band ‘Pink Floyd’ and played socially with them when we lived around the corner from them in Stroud Green.  His guitar style is the same as Dave Gilmour, their lead guitarist who enjoyed making music with Tony.  Tony's mother, Mary, had been manager to the famous UK comedian Tommy Cooper for eighteen years, and it was her who was with him on the night he died on stage, in front of a huge audience and millions of television viewers and Tony and I watching. It was Mary's hand everyone saw come out of the curtain and touch Tommy's chest, althuogh in the newpapers they said it was 'Dove,' his wife. No, it was not. Dove never liked to accompany Tommy, and on this occasion she was at a Bridge Game..  Tony was a wonderful spiritual person and we have not lost total contact.

     Sixth, was a lovely gentleman named Lambo, just eighteen months older than I.  He was a millionaire architect, with a eight-bedroom mansion in Sunningdale, near Ascot, in the UK.  This is where the Queen races her horses at one of the biggest equestrian events of the year.  Lambo looked after me for five years, and was keen to promote my show business career. As usual, my health did not always hold up.  He had great faith in me and loved to show me off at top London clubs, like ‘The Sportsman’s Club,’ in Park Lane. ‘Les Ambassadeurs’ club and ‘Morton’s’ which is part-owned by Michael Caine.  I met many celebrities of the time and other millionaires, some becoming our friends.

     There was a surprise meeting with Lady Di and Prince Charles, when they visited the Hammersmith Palais, London, after it’s renovation as Lambo had been working on the new design as an architect there.

Many years on my own, until marriage to Bob and then to Paul. Finally, to Rocky.

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     My tiny Pomeranian, Ching, two & a half lbs in weight, came over with me from the UK in April 2004. After six months and at the age of fourteen years, she succumbed to kidney problems.  I have Ching back in a ‘freeze-dried’ form.  She looks almost life-like and at least I have what is remaining of her.  But, still grief-stricken, three months on, I acquired two tiny Show Poms, ‘Seva’ and ‘Tiko.’ I had to let one go, as  it was difficult to train them together.  Now Tiko has my Californian friend, Caylan, as a doting mother who treats Tiko, as I do Seva, carrying her in a small bag.  In 2008, we could not resist the human-type face of our little 'Monkee,' the other tiny Pom we had to buy. Monkee and Seva have their own  individual, mesh-sided handbag which they love to travel in.

     Hopefully, this USA family will be forever, as we all are so good together.So far, good health has eluded me, but I am content. We have used our own company to launch my novel, and hopefully, with better health I can market the book and Kindle version. We hope to publish other biographies making a better deal for new authors.

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{Excerpt from the book.} 

THE CONFLICTS AND STRUGGLES, of ‘Donni-Jay De-Ville.’

Chapter One.

    I was born on the Twenty-First of July, at The Towers, in ‘Millionaires Row,’ Bishops Avenue,  one of the most affluent areas in North London. Near Hampstead. It is now known as 'Billionaires Row,' The house belonged to ‘Gracie Fields,’ one of the UK’s top singers around at the time. She turned it into a nursing home.

   My late mother was part Polynesian, part British and of royal birth, her mother was actually a real princess, but this caused embarrassment for her, especially, now that she lived in England. Mother always had great dignity possessing a powerful presence which everyone recognized. We all knew she was an heiress, but she told me many stories of her past, which were not shared with the rest of the family. Her mother, a Polynesian Princess, married to a British man, was crippled by my mother's birth, which caused great psychological problems.  At three years of age, mother was given an Ayah to raise her and be her nanny, when her parents placed both of them in a convent, for her to be taught by strict Irish nuns.

   When mother turned eighteen, the Ayah's job was completed and a painful parting of the ways ensued. They were now to pursue their own separate lives.  Mum went on to train as a nurse and whilst still in training, she lost both her parents.  Her mother died of a long-standing illness, and her father died of a broken heart one week later.

   Mother's wealthy parents had relocated to India soon after her birth, but during the Indian Uprising of 1947, she was forced to leave the country.  I listened as she described how people were attacked, and of one occasion when a man was knifed and died right in front of her. (Strangely, this exact re-enactment happened to me later, when I was in Soho, London.) The Uprising was a very frightening time, and all who stayed would have had to take Indian nationality.  The India mother knew, governed by the British, had changed dramatically.  It was no longer possible to live the luxury lifestyle she had grown accustomed to, and mother wanted out, quickly.

   There had been involvement with a man, John, who owned many movie houses, until she met my father at a nurses dance.  He was a pilot and a boxing champion in the Royal Air Force, who also was a multi-instrumentalist in an RAF swing band, called; 'The Blue Rockets.' My father found out about John and threatened him to stay away from my mother who often reminisced about John to me, and wondering if she made a mistake in not marrying him.  When the Uprising occurred, just after the death of her parents, mother was so alone and scared of the situation, that she became engaged to my father.  His family, were Colonials, Papa working directly for the British Government.  They needed to leave India as soon as possible, which they did.  Mother eventually decided to join my father and his Colonial parents, who had travelled and arrived in England, to live in a large house in North London.

   Unfortunately, the Uprising and Mum’s leaving was prior to her twenty-first birthday, when she would have reached an age to collect her inheritance. Her uncle had kept the money in trust for her, but subsequently disappeared with it at that time. Now, living in London, she was shocked to find everyone did not have servants, nor the kind of wealth they had all been used to. Also, she thought that television reports were propaganda about India, when she saw on the screen, the squalidness and Indians who lived in poverty.  She had not been in these areas and so never saw that side of India.  Mother was now forced to find a trade to help support herself, while my father worked as an engineer and became a toolmaker.  She became a dressmaker, later on becoming a nurse again.

   Mother discovered the dressmaking skill when my father's brother, Mervyn secured her a job in this trade.  My uncle had been a medic in the Forces as he refused to use a gun and would not kill anyone, not even in self defence.  He, like all of Granny's children, is an accomplished musician and singer.  Mervyn is also one of the kindest people I know.  I loved to hear him play keyboards and sing.  He was likened to Sir Cliff Richard, of great UK fame in looks and for his voice.  A cherished memory is of the time he made a beautiful party dress for me. It was Christmas and he made one for my cousin, Lindy Benson also. But, mine was far prettier in bright shimmery ice blue and I still remember how good I felt wearing it. Lindy went on to be a Page 3 model and actress. To The Devil A Daughter - by Dennis Wheatley, was one of her films, and she was also the bride, in a 'Boy George,' music video.

   My mother taught me to read and write, by the age of four. I could read aloud from newspapers, write letters and keep diaries.  I loved to write stories and make little books to sell when I started school.  I believed that made me a REAL writer!

   The books portrayed my thoughts and insights into adult behaviour.  I knew they did not completely understand the things I said or the way my mind worked.   Mostly, they only 'pretended'  to understand.   I also wrote about incidents that happened around me, or to me. Not always a good thing, I found out!

   From the time of my birth until I was eight years old, the whole family lived with my grandparents. Granny spent the most time with me.  We sat together in her room for hours, while I listened enthralled to stories of her past Colonial life.  Granny and my Grandpapa, affectionately known to us all as ‘Papa,’ had lived in India in a huge house with acres of grounds.  There were separate quarters for the many servants and three chefs.

   Papa worked with the British Government, as a high official with the Great Indian Railway. They lived in their mansion along with their four children.  They also entertained a great deal. There were many games of Bridge and they had 'social events' which Granny used to call 'balls.'  Everyone wore either ball gowns or dinner suits.  I was fascinated as Granny described the dresses she wore.  Granny, part Scottish, was of Catalan, Spanish descent and Papa had come from N Wales.

   Our ancestor, Sir John Wynn, owned ‘Gwydir Castle,’ in Llanrwst, North Wales, which is in the Conway valley, with Snowdonia behind it. Dating back to the close of the Sixteenth Century, when its deer park alone, occupied 36,000 acres.

   Papa changed our name from ‘Wynn,’ the Welsh spelling of it, to ‘Winn.’ He added his middle name of ‘Eden’ and our family became the 'Eden-Winn’s.' We were evidently fighting with the other half of the family, called the ‘Burgess’ Wynn’s.  There is much to say on this topic but, it is all too historical for me, although I wold like the time to research further, with a professional researcher.  I heard that the castle had been handed over to the Preservation Society, with some of my ancestors still living in the back.  My Uncle Merv has visited there and signed the guest book.  I wish I had listened to the stories Papa told me back then more carefully.  I do remember him saying that Sir John Wynn was the black sheep of the family.

Five years ago, 1999, our castle was bought and renovated by Judy and Peter Welford.  Judy wrote a book about ‘Gwydir Castle, called, ‘Castles in the Air.’ I have this book and feel very drawn to the place.  It feels as if I’ve lived there before, in a past life.  After seeing the photos in Judy's book and on the internet, I remembered dreaming in the past, about being in and around this castle.  The dining room with its fine panelling and carving looked very familiar to me.  Almost as if I had spent many times there.

My ancestral castle home, is known as the most haunted castle in Wales, UK.

And, what of the fortune left by Sir John Wynn?  His direct next of kin did not see any of it.  I wonder what I will be able to turn up by the time the researching reaches its culmination.

There is approximately fifty-five billion dollars unclaimed.  Well worth a bit of research on my part I think.....

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     My Granny and Papa had a Rolls Royce with a chauffeur.  Papa even had his own personal train. They lived an amazing lifestyle until Papa lost his high position during the Uprising and had to skidaddle.  At that point, he had to take his family out of India in a great hurry, and only able to take part of their money with them. 

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CLICK here for Chapter Two.{CHILDHOOD AND SIBLINGS} Continued in my book....
                                                

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