The mysterious death of the Gynomint Twins


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by Frank!

“Joie de vivre”
What a fabulously appropriate French phrase. Means joy of life!
That’s how Arthur Lichtenstein co-owner of the Old Barn in San Juan Capistrano describes the two flittering hummingbirds known in the antique business as the “Gynomint Twins.” For several decades their “joie de vivre” graced the local flea markets, specialty shows and antique malls. Wherever they went, heads turned. Lots of them.

On my youtube account, they are the number one hit. One day in February they got 15,000 views. There’s a sad reason for that spike.
The real names of the 58 year-old identical twins were: Valerie Christine Blackler and Diane Carol Blackler. Some knew Valerie as “Christine.”
A decade ago I dubbed them “The Gynomint Twins.” It was an irreverent parody of the 1956 Wrigley’s gum ad campaign of the “Doublemint Twins,” combined with their profession as gynecologists. Unlike most of the silly monikers I created, this one stuck.

In an industry which has few, the Twins were superstars. Their stage was the antique business. Sometimes when they would materialize, it was “Gynomania.”
People were drawn to them like sparkling magnets. Collectors were excited to spot them. Anxious to be photographed with them. If they weren’t at the Long Beach Flea Market by noon, people would come up to me and ask “Are the Gynotwins coming?”
Now there’s definitive answer to that often asked question: no.
They will never attend another antique show, go to another mall or dodge the giant boulder at the Indiana Jones Adventure ride at Disneyland—again.
Like a pair of blazing comets who tore a path of joy and exuberance through the local industry, suddenly they burned out. Without warning. Only the tragic mystery is left.

The few known details of their deaths, are as a shocking as they are mysterious.
Until the coroner releases the toxicology report, all that is really known are these few facts: Valerie was found hung in their garage. Diane was found dead in bed in her bedroom in the swank Long Beach neighborhood called Naples. Before their corpses were discovered, they had probably been deceased for several weeks.
Foul play can’t be completely dismissed, but the investigation has yielded no solid evidence to support that possibility. It appears Valerie deliberately hung herself.
What killed Diane? Why and when did Valerie commit suicide, if she really did. Were they both suicides.
The absence of answers to these vexing questions is causing anxiety and tears. Not just to those who knew them, but to those who only caught a glimpse of them or just saw their photos in Collector.

Hard facts are few, but theories are plentiful.
Most of the people with whom I’ve consulted agree on this: Diane had a terminal illness, possibly cancer. She died of the disease or death was induced through drugs, by her or with the help of her sister. In the wake of this, distraught Valerie hung herself.
Sounds plausible? A good guess, but it has a hole in it.
Both of them were conscientious about their health. Their fit appearance and vitality was a testament to that. None of the people with whom I had interviewed had any reason to suspect either was seriously ill.
Cancer rarely kills immediately.
If Diane had a disease while working in a professional medical environment wouldn’t her colleagues, or employer have noticed something was wrong.
When interviewed by Miriam Hernandez of ABC7 Eyewitness News, their boss Dr. Nejet Rostami, gave no indication he thought that either was ill.
“They were very caring, always smiling, always caring for the patient, advocate of the patient,” said Rostami.
At this point, a strange story suddenly gets stranger— much stranger.
During the holidays, a phantom “uncle” materializes; he has an undefined illness. Over the phone, the Twins announce the two of them have to leave their jobs for a full month to take care of the “uncle.”
Communications between the clinic and the Twins break down. They don’t answer the phone and even the machine stops working. No one sees them anywhere.
According to Hernandez, in my phone interview with her, Rostami, concerned and frustrated finally sent them a registered letter.
When the news of their deaths broke, his interview was the most insightful.
The ABC report quoted Rostami as saying he would not be surprised if one had died the other would kill herself. He said, they were his right hand. He thought of them as one.
There’s another theory; and this last one is the hardest to accept.
For no good reason, one fine day, two gorgeous, affluent women, just decided to end it all.
Who can believe it? Who can accept it? Sounds ludicrous!
But at this stage, there’s no evidence to contradict it!
Nothing makes sense.
The manner in which the Twins’ bodies were found, tells something significant about their lifestyle. Their reclusivity contrasts their superstar life in the antique business.
Their secretive home life reflected a side to their character best understood by people in the antique business.
Antiquers are an eccentric lot; they understand strange lifestyles. They get it.
Those privileged enough to ever visit the Twins home probably saw a Disneyfied version of the Smithsonian Institute, so it is rumored. Jim Maley asked them to see their collection. He was politely rebuffed.
I can’t find anyone who has been in their house. I’ve only seen the outside using Google maps.
What can be seen is fascinating.
Camouflaged by a thick veil of branches and leaves, like a pair protective dragons, their home was cradled by two overgrown shrubs which obscured most of the white picket fence. Only its tiny gate, with it’s sharp points was completely visible.
When a tragedy like this happens, the question is aways asked: Didn’t anyone see it coming? There must have been some clues. I never saw any, but maybe those who passed by their house did.
The most iconoclastic feature of their bark shingled, green canopied house, is an imposing six-foot tall carved totem, looming high over head in their shallow white framed terrace.
Relentlessly it stares, never blinking. It’s like the all seeing eye in the pyramid on the dollar bill or like Dr. Eckleburg’s peering glasses from the Great Gatsby. Its head is shielded with an open face Darth Vader style helmet. His sturdy Viking nose and full beard suggest timeless vigilance.

He’s not alone.
At the feet of this wooden warrior is a menagerie of a man and ladies in waiting, folk art creatures, and beaten up metal primitives. The most prominent of this odd royal court are the three disembodied heads. The elder at the far right is a placid faced pewter flapper, strewn with a half dozen necklaces, her hair made from hard roses, lips painted bright scarlet, and disengaged eyes, absently floating in a pond of eggshell white. The young couple have elements from the Statue of Liberty. The patina of the female’s complexion is faded green bronze and her enigmatic escort wears a spiked turban.
There’s also a tarnished milk can from the Depression, a dented blue railroad lantern to ward off catastrophes, a rusty tin fish nailed to the wall, and a distressed wooden sea serpent. Hanging over a gashed life preserver is a tattered rag doll. Behind its oversized black horn-rimed glasses, her Minnie Mouse eyes are eternally fixed—wide open.
If there was anything there to be concerned about, it got by me.
This house on Syracuse Walk would comfortably fit into Hansel and Gretel’s forest, or any number of the Grims’ Fairy Tales. One could easily imagine one of the Twins’ favorite Disney villains stirring up some brew in a black iron caldron.
As intriguing as their house was, and how curious some may have been, few ever entered their palace of toy charms.

It wasn’t concerned friends or family. The discovery of their deaths was made with icy professional detachment.
To even the most casual of observers, evidence that something was wrong was becoming unmistakeable
The first sign was both bright and yet not extrinsically alarming. You’d have to know a little something about them to be concerned.
Their houselights, and even the garage lights were on. Twenty-four hours a day.
This blazing billboard of light would never happen while the Twins were alive.
The neighbors described them as polite, smiling, but in the 30 years they lived on that street, there was hardly a single moment that went beyond cordiality. The Twins took brisk walks, waved but declined party invites. They protected their privacy and enjoyed their sensational toy collection without the intrusion or judgment of neighbors. One can just imagine what 30 years of delirious collecting would look like. It had been suggested that they could be called “hoarders”. They were not. With no more evidence than gut instinct, I think their collection looked like them. Meticulous and beautiful, nothing like the horrific scenes we see on those exploitation shows.
The other sign that something was wrong was the mail. Heaps of it were piling up. It got so bad the postman stopped delivering it.
Although those were valuable clues, it’s conceivable the Twins were on a vacation.
It was the last sign that forced official intervention.
The foul odor of death was wafting from their garage.
Something was wrong. Something had to be done. The police entered the home to do a “welfare check.”
That was on Saturday, February 1st.

At 10:36 a.m. on the following Wednesday, I got this email from Peggy Arbenz, co-owner of Down Home Antiques in Orange:
“Frank!, Have you heard the awful news story that the twins, Valerie and Diana were found dead in their homes. I figure you know, but wanted to tell you what I just heard in case you didn’t. I feel sick. Horrible, horrible news!!!”
That’s I how I heard about it.
Immediately I called Peggy. One of her dealers told her and then wrote me.
By noon that day, in the local antique industry, all hell broke loose.
My computer was burning up with Facebook messages, emails. It got to the point that when anyone called me, I started off saying “I assume, this is about the Gyno-Twins.”
It always was.

Then something happened that suggested this was a bigger event than I had first thought.
Julie Sone an assignment editor from ABC News contacted me. She wanted permission to use several youtube videos I had shot of the Gyno Twins at the Long Beach Flea Market. I gave her permission to use anything I had on them— with one condition. They have to be used respectfully, “don’t get me in trouble.” I told her.
A few hours later I saw their story on the news. They did such a good job that I felt embarrassed that I asked them to do it respectfully. They did. Penny Arevalo, of made a similar request, and also did a commendable job.
As the day went on, the flavor of the calls changed. They weren’t asking what happened or if I knew what happened. The brutal facts were out there.
They simply wanted to talk about it.
Although there has never been a story quite like this; there was something vaguely familiar with the experience.
It reminded me of a day more than a dozen years ago. A day when something so shocking, so incredible that people called just to talk. To make sense of it.
That was September 11, 2001: 9-11.
The parallels are eery. Twins towers. Their demise within minutes of each other. The theme of suicide runs all the way through it; from the sducidal terrorist who forced it to happen, to those who jumped a hundred stories to the deaths to avoid the even worse death of being consumed by the flames.
Worst of all: no one saw it coming. No one was prepared.
There was another day that no one saw coming. A day which also changed the world. For Arthur Lichtenstein, the news of the of the Gyno-Twins’ death made him think of the day he stepped out of a Detroit barber shop fifty years ago. The scene was nightmarish. Cars were dangerously swerving to a stop. Grown men in white shirts and pressed suits were choking on their tears. Sobbing against storefront windows, they were loosening their ties to breathe. Word had just come over the radio. This was November 22, 1963. JFK was dead.

Just a few weeks earlier the industry had an another blast of shocking news. One of the biggest show promoters in the state cancelled the January edition of his tri-annaul show. Mike Grimes needed emergency heart surgery. Dealers scrambled to make up for the lost opportunity to pay their bills. It made sense that I got a flood of calls and emails. Grimes has a critical role in the industry and a cancelled show is a big deal.
But why was the death of two collectors the biggest thing to hit this industry since I’ve been in business?
It’s primitive. It’s part of our survival instinct to have interest in and to emulate the behavior of the tribal leaders.
In tests, monkeys will sacrifice food in favor of observing the dominate member of their tribe.
Celebrity magazines are exploiting our ancient tendencies to crave an association with the powerful. They create a parasocial relationship. The celebrities can feel as real as their next door neighbor.
The “Gyno-mint Twins” were textbook examples of this celebrity principle in action. They seemed to have had it all. Meaningful work, they were good at, with a public service dimension; they were saving lives during the week.
Come the weekend, they lived a shopping fantasy, capped off with a ritualistic trip to the “Happiest Place on Earth.” They had spectacular style, great figures and they were admired and fawned over like a pair of identical middle-aged Lady Gagas.

The women were always impeccably dressed with full make-up, like curly-haired versions of Barbara Eden from “I Dream of Jeannie.”
Over the years the twins’ stomping grounds had included:
Tom Baker’s California Country Show in Costa Mesa, the All-American Collector’s Show, the Doll & Teddy Bear Show in San Diego that used to be owned by Linda Mullins, the Calendar Del Mar Show, the Long Beach Flea Market, The Groves, Torrance Street Faire, and the Rose Bowl Flea Market.
“There is a photo of them on the lead page of the Long Beach Flea Market web page,” said Lynn Moger, who recalled first seeing them at the show around 30 years ago.
“I didn’t realize they were 58 years old,” she said. “They certainly brightened up the show with their demeanor and the way they dressed was really eye catching.”
“They wore lots of jewelry and dressed almost bigger than life with cowboy boots, knee socks, short skirts, visors, lots of necklaces and four armloads of bangles,” she said.
“What was great is that they wore what they bought. They came to our show and they would put on what they bought that day,” said Moger.
Their strange absence from the scene was noted by co-owner of the All-American Show, Jim Maley. He was concerned. They didn’t show up at the January Show and he was even more alarmed when he didn’t see them at Long Beach Flea Market the next day.
Although thousands of people pass through that show every month, the Gynomint Twins create such a spectacle that when they did not make an appearance, people started talking.

Although they were known of, probably by thousands of collectors and dealers, no one seemed to know them well.
With one exception.
Country Roads dealer Lori Gutierrez was the Gynomint Twins’ exclusive jewelry designer. In 2010, Gutierrez was a dealer at the Long Beach Flea Market in the red zone when she was approached by the Blacklers and their brightly-colored outfits and radiant personalities were contagious. They were looking to buy jewelry and Gutierrez let them know that she was an artist and could paint any character they desired onto any piece.
A photo of Gutierrez with the “Disney Twins” is at Her blog is “Decorating with Art” and features her most recent creations including crowns, handpainted brooches and bangles, wooden mermaid signs and even a figurehead from the front of a ship.
Too much shouldn’t be made of the Twins’ taste in Disney characters, but their choice is worth noting.
“They loved all the Disney villains: Ursula, The Evil Queen and Cruella De Vil. There was something about the evil ones that fascinated them,” said Gutierrez.
“They were really my best customers and I don’t mean because they bought from me,” she said, adding that they would give her a large box of wood and plastic bangles, mostly vintage, every year and she would chip away decorating them with all of their favorite Disney characters throughout the year. “I mean they were so excited about Disney and they had an amazing eye for detail.”
They would say to me, “People have no idea what goes into this jewelry,” said Gutierrez.
The last thing she designed for them was a set of 3″ wide vintage bracelets at the end of 2013. They got a lot of their vintage bracelets from Erin, who was caddy corner to Gutierrez, at the Long Beach Flea Market. The last bracelets that the designer painted for them featured Cruella De Vil and were ready to be picked up.
Gutierrez added that when they went to Disneyland, they would go to Cinderella’s Castle and they would look at every detail in awe and with the utmost appreciation.
Gutierrez learned something important about their upbringing.
“I guess they were army brats,” she said. They moved around a lot which would explain their outgoing nature; they had to make friends everywhere they went and that carried on into their adult lives.
Gutierrez feels that their nomadic youths may have led to their desire to relive the childhood they never had by collecting vintage toys as adults. Their tan SUV license plate said: Toyhunter.
She also painted on the wheel covers of their vehicle an image of Mickey Mouse giving the “thumbs up” sign.
Everyone interviewed could not, or at least did not articulate distinctions between the two physically or their personalities. Gutierrez did. Maybe it is her artistic temperament that allowed her to discern the fine details of their characters.
“Valerie was much more vivacious and animated than Diane,” she said. “Valerie wore her hair up all the time. Diane wore her hair in a ponytail.”
Scott Mc Teira is a famous Disney dealer whose been kicking around the Orange County for over a decade. He’s the new manager at Chapman Antique Mall, and had been a star dealer there for three years. Before that he was up the street a couple miles at the Antique Emporium and long before that he was at the Lincoln Antique Mall.
The Anaheim mall was owned by former textile dealer Antronic Osbag and managed by Rick, who is currently a calculus professor. That’s where Scott first met the “Gyno-Twins.” The first thing he remembers selling them was Judith Jack marcasite pin brooch. Since Scott is as big of a Disneyfile as the Twins he’d see them in their native habitat, often at the Plaza Inn at the end of Main Street or at the Cafe Orleans, in Orleans Square. Scott had recently thought about them, when he was thumbing through the February Collector. The Twins were not featured.
The last time the Twins were featured in Collector was in December. The article was about the celebrities who just happened to be in the Antique Warehouse at the moment I was there. Along with Denise Khalil from the Pasadena Antique Center and Keith Kinkade, veteran dealer and former producer of the Glendale Monthly Antique Show.
However, the superstars were the Gynotwins. They had just left the Old Barn. Among several things they bought their favorite was a black rag doll. They named it Valentin, after the sales clerk who sold it to them.
After a couple more stops on Cedros, they drove their Toyhunter SUV to the Del Mar Show for the last time.

There are no answers to what caused the deaths of the Twins; but one thing is for sure. It wasn’t the antique business.


18 thoughts on “The mysterious death of the Gynomint Twins

  1. I thank you for the wonderful story of the sweetest most lovely girls I have ever known. I have had the extreme pleasure of knowing Diane and Valerie for 28 years, from when the bought their dream home in Naples. I worked on their home on and off over the years, and it was more like play when visiting these two beautiful and delightful angels. I can’t figure out what on earth brought about the end of my friends. They were the epitome of happiness and had the greatest gusto for life. They are sorely missed. And we all are lessened for their loss. I give my deepest condolences and sympathies to their family and friends.
    Kevin L.

    • Kevin: thank you for your comment. It would be great if you could tell something about the inside of their house. Many out there are saying the girls were “hoarders”. I don’t believe it, but I’m only going on my instincts. I assume they were great collectors, had tons of stuff, but had a clear eye and a sharp vision. Please dispel this unfortunate rumor, or at least assessment of their character.

    • I stumbled upon the story of the twins online. How very sad I didn’t see any obituaries. Did they have any family at all? Where were they from? Even army brats are from somewhere. It seems like they were totally alone yet both had extremely high degrees I wonder if they ever had friends or just each other. Just wondering and wish life would have turned out better for them. Did they decide why Diane died?

  2. Absolutely….
    Definitely not hoarders. The Girls were meticulous with anything they owned and did. There was not a place that did not have something in it. Antiques, furniture, drawings, pictures, dolls…everything they purchased and collected was placed with a thought process as to its place in the house. I think the foremost place of display was what I call the front foyer/living room and the family room behind that to the right of the kitchen. Everything was always neat and clean and displayed with a purpose. Their home was also their showplace. Every time I went over, they would show me something new and explain the story or history behind the piece. I guess I was lucky. I worked on their house in every room and the garage, at one time or another, or a specific need from when they purchased it and over the years when the needed some service or repair. If I ever have the opportunity to enter that house again, I just don’t know what I’ll think. Especially thinking about the garage. I got to know them as friends and loved to visit and just talk and listen to them. I never realized the effect these two angels had on me till I heard about their deaths. I’m a guy and I’m supposed to be tough…I cried. They used to talk in stereo, which just totally delighted and made me really listen to what they were saying. These girls were beautiful and funny and brilliant and caring and I know they inspired and delighted everyone they came in contact with. I realized I was very privileged.

  3. God bless. They were good friends of a dear friend of mine. She is devastated and this death has shocked me to the core. I am saddened and hurt. I pray they have found eternal happiness and the same joy they gave to others.

  4. I doesn’t make sense they died in separate locations. They seemed to have a bonded connection. That being said why if it was suicide did they not lay together in same room. In life always together and in death apart. DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO ME. No family mentioned. Relative of any sort. God Bless them. Rest In Peace LADIES

  5. Thanks for your comments. True that these two friends of mine passed in two different locations within their home. There are still more question than answers. There is still a coroners report that is supposed to be out anytime now as to why Diane died. I believe this will answer the why’s as to both. However, if the speculation is correct as to the order of the girls passing, then I can only imagine the grief that Valerie felt. People can and will do very different things from grief than how they would act under normal circumstances. All I can do as of now is wait and hope that their souls are at peace.

  6. It definitely doesn’t make sense. I never met them but from reading about them I can only say they enjoyed life too much to die at their own hands. There was talk of a mystery relative who came and then caused them to take off work to take care of him. Who was that and where did he go? And when? And being a woman who is in this business myself, the fun and joy of it all makes suicide seem remote. And to name no one as their heir? If no relatives, a friend, a charity, someone! No. There is more to their story. I pray it all comes out. RIP Valerie and Diane!
    Diane D.

    • That is the most disturbing part of this for me. Why would they so uncharacteristicly take a month off work and refuse to be contacted? Why make up a fake uncle, if that is what they did? Why would they not decorate for Christmas that year? It suggests either a double suicide, a murder suicide, or that Valerie was sick, and they wanted to spend their last days together, hence the taking leave of their jobs. Her being sick doesn’t seem to be supported by the coroners report though. So what would have killed Valerie (likely by suicide or murder) that would not show up in an autopsy? Is it possible Diane hung her self and Valerie simply willed herself to die? Very old couples do that, but I think they have heart attacks and are likely in poor health to begin with.

      It’s a sad story, especially since it seems that their personal lives were so much sadder than their public one. Why no known family, and why, with such a striking appearance that they were not only noticed, but unforgettable, does no one know anything abotu them?

      I grew up in that neighborhood, and l also saw them at an antique show in Anaheim once and remember thinking there was something vaguely familiar about them. They were, as everyone has said, bubbly and warm.

      • I wondered this as well. If they had nieces, there must have been a sibling who likely went to the same school.

      • I went to high school with them and know many that were very close with them during high school and for many years to follow. I think I heard it mentioned by some of their friends on face book, that they had a brother. I didn’t know this, but someone had mentioned it.

  7. After the coroner’s report, it was determined that it was Valerie who died first. Since she was the apparent dominant twin (she’s the one who wore her hair up, and was more outgoing), that makes more sense, as it woudl seem to be harder for Diane, as the survivor to be unable to go on alone.

  8. I am just now finding out about the Gyno Twins((((( this is the saddest and oddest story I have ever read!!??? Everyone here makes such valid points but NO answers!!!!???? It seems to me that these woman lived there lives the way they wanted to and were comfortable doing….they also left this world that way??(((( there lives were a mystery to most except for the guy who worked for them. I think that’s how they wanted it and that’s how they wanted it in death. “a mystery”….. R.I.P. Ladies…..

    Ana Blendu

  9. Within reason, I think they lived their lives the way they want to; however, certain things, like serious illness are beyond our control and nothing we want. Although they may have been the final instruments of their deaths, I think it was illness that provoked it.

  10. Great article. Very well written. Came upon it with current news of Korkki sisters found dead in Seychelles. I have read several postings on these twins by Frank, and news articles. It is unusual for two adult women to be living together for 30 years, sharing the same bedroom, and working together in the same profession, at the same business. While these ladies were sensationalized in their collecting and outward manner at shows, their personal world was so private, that no one seemed to really know them. No children, no spouses, nothing more than a cursory exchanges with neighbors? Then, there is this passion or possibly obsession with certain type of collecting antiquing. From a psychological perspective these twins present and interesting picture. From their moniker as the gyno-twins, to their chosen interest of healthcare focus (gynecology), To the need to live and work together, to the private withdrawn nature of their personal space, Combined with an unusual familial setting and life partner ship, something happened. There does seem to be an underlying story, or storyline that might explain their interest in the evil Disney characters, and chosen med career focus. Also, Is the sum of their life each other. There’s no mention of parents, siblings, children or any other family. One article got quotes from High school classmates and mentioned that the twins were cheerleaders with other young women. I think it is more likely that nobody really knew these twins, but only The small aspect they were willing to share.

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