User talk:Scottssister

It was interesting to read the history,associations,accomplishments of Anita Pallenburg. How she and Keith Richards remained in love but were advised to part ways by their attorney so they would not get into more trouble @ 1980.

I happen to be the sister of the young man, Scott Cantrell who was just 17 years old when he died; who was having an intimate affair with Anita who was 36 years old at the time.

My brother lived between my parents house. my mother resided in a neighborhood where Marlon, Anita and Keith Richards eldest child was left with a baby sitter on a daily basis.

My brother coming from a broken family himself befriended Marlon, took him fishing, hung out with him, cared about him. That was his initial contact with Anita. Being a rather free spirit himself, at 6foot 5 inches he was very handsome and rather cocky but gentle young man, fearless though and trusting.

He fell in love with Anita, she would call him at my fathers house looking for him, their affair went on for @ 9 months. He moved into her home offically @ April of 1979 where Jeff Sessler and Makenzie Phillips lived with Anita and Marlon.

The week before he died they were trying to get rid of him. They, I say they, two men in a black car with tinted windows drove him to my fathers house in Norwalk, CT to leave him but the house was locked (as he tried to make the people dropping him off see as he went around and checked the doors). Again that same week either the day he was shot or the day before they came again and the same thing happened. (Per neighbors reports)

Beleive me if my brother wanted in the house he knew how to get in. They were trying to get rid of him and he loved her (Anita, he told me he loved her at Easter that year) and he didn't want to be disposed of.

The night that he was shot Jeff Sessler and Makenzie Phillips (who was Jeffs' wife at the time) said that they had brought food and wine upstairs, to my brother and Anita, who were in her bedroom. Marlon was there but nothing was mentioned about him. I don't even think he was questioned after my brother died.

Anita said that she got up off the bed to "tidy up the room" and she heard a "click" than the gun went off. She said she moved the gun from the bed to her dresser because "she was afraid of it" and my brother laid sideways on the bed gasping for air. He was shot in the back of his head, behind his right ear and the bullet exited out the top of his head.

I write this now, 28 years later because I want the truth to be known. My brother was not a saint, he was handsome, fun, mature for his age as he had lived most of his young life away at private schools. He was not suicidal. The reason they ruled it a suicide was for two reasons. 1. My mother had committed suicide 9 months earlier in a little town near by and the police were very aware of that. 2. My brother was alive when they came to the house to transport him. The whole scene was contaminated by EMTS and family and police. You have to remember back in 1979 South Salem was just a blink of the eye place. Very rural. I think even the rescue crews were volunteers. People didn't die like that around there. Even my mother, died by carbon minoxide poisoning.

I don't know if you will print this, but it is easy to contact the N.Y. state police or medical examiners office to check it out. The case in closed so all of the records are public.

At the time we had as they call it now paparazzi all over us. Our boring little dysfunctional family who lived between Maine and CT at the time. Reporters, journalist called my other brother, myself and my dad from all over the world. They were there the day of his funeral and would have loved to have taken pictures of him lying in his coffin but we had a private affair and it was my choice to have him creamated.

Not one of those people cared about my brother. How fun he was or how much life he had in front of him. All he was to them was a story.

I went to the Richards estate when I arrived in N.Y. from Maine @ 12 hours after he died and Jeff Sessler and Makenzie Phillips met me at the door and would not let me in. All I wanted to do was to see where my brother had been shot and to get his things and to have someone talk to me about what had happened. I thought that anyone who really cared about him would at least talk to his family and tell us about the last night of his life. But..... Anita was gone (rumoured to the Silver Hill Foundation in New Canaan) and the furniture was gone. They had started to move out it seems the minute the ambulance pulled out of their driveway.

The day of my brothers' funeral, when we had his service a reporter came to the split rail fence at my fathers house and handed me my brothers boots and a fringed leather jacket. He said he had gone to the South Salem estate of the Richardsons and someone there gave them to him. I never knew who he was but I will always be grateful to him that he did that becaue that jacket smelled like my brother and is the last memory I have of him.

This is hard to write without emotion and I don't have at my hand the references but I know you can look back to July 18-22 1979 and read about it and as you already know the Rolling Stones have acknowledged the fact that my brother, Scott Robert Cantrell died at his own hand in some of the subsequent publications written about them. I have never resigned to my memory the date Scott died or the night he was shot. Just that it was after his 17th birthday which was on July 7, 1962.

Sincerely and with the fondest memories I write this for my brother who is still missed at his favorite time of the year!

Patricia Cantrell Garbarini