Post by Stu-E Price on Sept 18, 2007 17:15:17 GMT -5
JIM AND ELLIE
My sister Ellie’s husband Jim Neidhart is one of the most-wicked people I have ever met. He is a monster.
Ellie is a mere shell of what she once was, both in looks and personality. Her face and body are lumpy from the bruising and scarring she has suffered as Jim's personal punching bag. It is all so sad because Ellie once had a crack at happiness, but my family urged her to turn her back on her soul mate because he was in a wheelchair.
John Hutchinson was born May 2, 1950 and died October 7, 2000. John was about six feet five before his accident. He was a teenage passenger in a car driving home to Calgary from Edmonton’s summer Klondike Days celebrations. The driver fell asleep at the wheel and the car swerved across the highway and flew off the overpass near Red Deer. The steering wheel was imbedded in the driver’s mouth and ripped his lips from ear to ear, but he survived. John was found unconscious and nearly dead 75 feet from the crash. Paralyzed from the neck down, he lived the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
My brother Wayne introduced Ellie to John and they went out for hot chocolate. John had a special vehicle with hand controls. He was handsome. He looked like a combination of Dick Van Dyke and Alan Alda.
Ellie was a pathological nurturer and I think that was what first drew her to John, but as they got to know each other better, she fell in love with him. They had so much in common. They loved art, animals, children and nature. My parents thought it was a shame that she was wheeling him around. They thought she was too pretty and had too much going for her to be a caretaker. Worst of all, if she married John, Ellie would never be able to have children. But John was Ellie's soul mate and she ignored their advice for four years. Then an incident took place she could not ignore.
One night Alison was helping John do some silk screening—John later claimed Alison was wearing a low-cut sweater and he couldn’t help himself—he made a pass at her. Alison went to my parents and told Mom and Dad that John had tried to kiss her. Mom and Dad told Ellie who was terribly hurt. She and John had a huge fight and they broke up. My parents saw it as a blessing in disguise.
John put some effort into trying to get her back. He called for a couple of weeks, but she wouldn’t speak to him. Finally, he quit calling and started dating someone else.
John became even more of a hippie after he and Ellie split up. He started taking drugs, something Ellie disapproved of. He just sort of deteriorated. Ironically, he became friends with Smith’s former girlfriend Zoe and started using intravenous drugs. He died of cancer 22 years later.
Ellie dated a few people, but no one moved the earth. Then she met Jim Neidhart. In 1978, he came up to Calgary from the States. Jim was living with a guy named Maylen who owned a gym in La Jolla, just north of San Diego. Maylen had a bulldog named Taxi and a black cat named Lemieux, this cat that ended up becoming Ellie and Jim's pet. Despite being such a bully, Jim had a soft spot for it.
Maylen, an alcoholic, had heard about my dad. He had a lot of big guys train at his gym, a lot of football players. My dad always says that if Jim hadn't met Ellie, he'd still be squeezing blackheads out of the backs of the homosexuals training at Maylen's Gym. My dad has never ever had any problems with anyone’s sexual preference or their race or their religion. He was just stating a fact. Jim worked as a towel boy at the gym and had to rub down the clients after they showered and steamed.
Maylen gave Jim some phone numbers and advised him that his football career wouldn't last forever. Jim had been playing for the Oakland Raiders. In high school, he got a shot with the Dallas Cowboys. He was that good a football player. He wasn't extraordinarily tall—just six feet—but he was fast and stocky.
Unfortunately, the offer from the Cowboys interfered with his shot-putting career. He couldn't play pro football and be an amateur shot-putter at the same time. Jim was hoping to compete in the 1980 Olympics, which were boycotted by the USA because of the Afghanistan war. So he missed out on the Cowboys and the Olympics, but he did go to world championship meets in Poland, the Soviet Union and South Africa.
He was treated like royalty all over the world because he was part of the hopeful Olympians. His best friend Terry Albriton was the world's best shot-putter. He had the record. Unofficially, Jim had broken it, but outside of competition.
This is one of the reasons Ellie uses when she’s trying to convince herself why she has to stick with Jim, that he unofficially held the world’s record in shot put. Terry and Jim ended up coming to Calgary.
My dad was quite impressed with these two big, educated would-be wrestlers (or at least that’s how they represented themselves), because they were both attending UCLA on scholarships.
Terry was legitimately smart, but he had huge mood swings. He was either manic or depressed which often happens with really smart people. He wrote one of his essays on why he hated war on toilet paper. He was heartbroken when the Afghanistan war wiped out the Olympics for the Americans. His professors thought the toilet paper was profound.
As for Jim, he got kicked out of university for trying to extort money from the school. It was bad enough he never did any work, but then he began to demand money in exchange for being on the shot put team. He was thrown in jail and expelled for that.
Then the Oakland Raiders picked him up. He had two seasons with them. The first season he was put on injured reserve. He had thrown out his elbows, which after surgery, resulted in six-inch scars on each elbow. Between getting kicked out of university and Oakland’s off season, Jim wanted to explore a life in wrestling. He came up to Calgary thinking, “Okay I'm making career choices. I'm going to get into wrestling after my contract ends with the Raiders.”
He came up in the beginning of the summer and impressed my dad by doing sprints and power lifting in the yard behind the house. He and my dad hit it off quite well. My dad loved being in the gym with this big strong rhinoceros. It was a good challenge for him because Jim was so strong. Every day, my dad stretched the hell out of Jim. My dad would force him into submission and keep him in painful holds for what seemed like an eternity.
"Discipline!" my dad would order. And Jim took it. I've got to give Jim credit for that because he went back day after day and allowed this to happen. It was the only way to become a world-class wrestler.
Coming from California, Jim liked to have marijuana joints and beer on hand. He loved Canadian beer, especially Pilsner. When he first came up to Calgary, he thought he was in for a free ride, free training, free everything and would get some kind of certificate or something and walk away saying he was now qualified to wrestle professionally.
Of course it doesn't work that way. You never really get a certificate or a diploma saying, “so and so has graduated from Stu Hart’s Dungeon and now can work as a professional wrestler.” You may get that in modeling or acting, but you don't get that in professional wrestling.
But he was right about what it would cost him to train. My dad never charged a single soul to learn to wrestle. My brothers did, but my dad trained hundreds of wrestlers including Archie “The Stomper” Gouldie, “Superstar” Billy Graham, Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, John Helton, Bob Leuck, Rick Martel, Steve Blackman, Nikolai Volkoff and Chris Benoit-all for free.
My dad was quite fond of Terry and Jim, but the one who stuck it out and stayed in Calgary was Jim. My dad didn't take any nonsense from him like Jim's mild-mannered accountant father did. An accountant with the San Diego Yacht Club, Hank also owned the first hotel right outside of Disneyland called the Lamplighter Inn. He came from the military and had been raised by Poppy Neidhart, the original Hank. Henry Poppy was a lawyer for the Mexican Mafia and received lots of perks. As the only child of Grammy and Hank Neidhart, Hank Junior was indulged.
My sister Ellie eventually knew them both, but she said Jim’s father was nothing like the Poppy. Jim’s grandfather and Jim are apparently just very alike: German, hot tempered and belligerent. Jim’s grandfather, Poppy was extremely possessive of his wife. Her name was Eileen, but Jim called her Grammy. Poppy bought her furs and diamonds. They had a lovely house in Nevada and they vacationed in the Pokonos. But he was brutally possessive, the same way Jim is with Ellie.
Ellie says Grammy was a charming, lovely little lady. They raised Hank, and then Hank had this monster named Jim and a daughter named Debbie. Debbie ended up living with her mother Katie, the one who tried to save Alison from Smith's crazy wife Maria in the brawl in our family's kitchen. Jim stayed with his father when his parents got divorced. Hank eventually lost all his money, unbeknownst to Jim until years later.
Jim had been into steroids and pills and pot and drinking since he was in high school. He was indulged by the coaches and basically got away with a lot more than your average student would. My dad had never seen anybody like Jim before. He was always stoned, but could somehow function quite well. My dad was sort of amazed at Jim's metabolism.
Jim had reddish-brown curly hair, dimples and a paunchy stomach. Some thought him quite handsome, but my mom thought he was grotesque. It was odd because he had very good manners, nice teeth, well-manicured hands and neatly combed hair, but my mom never really warmed up to Jim. She thought he was a stupid ass and she was right. My dad admired Jim’s athletic ability and his genetics.
Each day, Jim and my dad would push each other around like two bulls for about an hour before they’d even get into amateur wrestling and the stretching and submission holds. Then Jim would come upstairs and my dad had would tell him to help himself to whatever they had. My dad always had beer in this big Coca Cola cooler on the porch.
There were freezers and refrigerators and coolers all over my dad's house—on the porches, under the garage, in the basement and on the balcony. My dad couldn’t resist a good deal. If he found a commercial cooler for $3,000 regularly priced at $15,000 my mom would worry, "It's so expensive, it's $3000! We don't need another Coca-Cola cooler!" My dad would argue that it was too good a deal to pass up and he would buy it. Even if they could afford it, my mom would be furious that he was spending money like that.
These issues would cause fierce arguments between them. It was never ever about my dad eyeing another woman or coming home drunk or gambling. It was always about my dad spending money on things like a rotisserie for the porch that would hold 70 chickens. He's probably got $200,000 worth of commercial kitchen equipment. He's also invested in chests of tools, welding equipment to build rings, mechanical hoists, car jacks and air compressors.
Anyway, one day, Jim went upstairs through the kitchen and helped himself to one of these Pilsner beers in the cooler. That's when he spotted Ellie. She was quite spicy. She looked just like my mom's mom who was always yelling at her girls as they grew up, she was especially tough on her daughter Joanie. In fact, Joanie would always say to Ellie, “I just can't look at you Ellie. You remind me too much of Gaga."
Jim fell for this girl who was so independent and saucy, the first girl in our family after five boys. At the time, Ellie was still mooning over John who she hadn’t seen in a year and Jim’s passion wasn’t returned. Like my mom, Ellie couldn't stand him. She thought he was a big, boorish blowhard.
A few weeks later Ellie, who always had a rabbit or chicken or turtle or cat, left her turtle Posy in the grass next to a window. She boxed him in safely with wrestling ring 2 x 12 planks. A couple of hours later she went to retrieve him and the pen was empty. She was frantic and crying.
Jim stepped up. “I’ll find your turtle, Elizabeth," he promised. “I’ll follow his turtle tracks.” A few minutes later Jim returned with Posy. “Found him down by the road.” Jim smiled showing his big dimples.
Not used to being deceived, Ellie fell for this and felt apologetic and grateful and accepted his invitation to go out for dinner.
In the fall he had to go back to California and serve two months in jail for extortion. Then he rejoined the Raiders to finish out his contract. He wrote her calling her his “Little Snowflake.” She was embarrassed, but had never been romanced. On American Thanksgiving that year he insisted on flying her down to watch him play football. She was swept off her feet. He picked her up in the Raiders' team car. She met all the players and they all made such a fuss over Jim. She felt she had misjudged him all along. They were married within a month on December 26th, Boxing Day. He wrestled that night.
Jenny was born within the year on November 27, 1981. Natty was born just over a year later and Muffy was born the next May. After Muffy's birth, Ellie had to have her tubes tied. My dad and mom were heartbroken, but the doctors insisted. Ellie’s uterus was too thin. Jim wasn't pleased because he wanted a son.
Jim became friends with a wrestler who worked for my dad named Sylvester Ritter or “Big Daddy” Ritter, later known as “The Junkyard Dog.” Sylvester was a big African American wrestler, six feet four and 300 pounds. When he first started out, he and his wife and little boy lived in Calgary.
Jim and Sylvester were on the road in the late ‘70s wrestling all over my dad's territory. One Monday while driving from Calgary to Regina for a show, Sly told Jim about a dream he'd had the night before.
“I dreamt my baby, little Sly Junior died." He said it was awful. "It was a nightmare. I don’t ever want to go through that again."
A little while later on the highway, the RCMP flagged them down. There was an all points bulletin out for my dad's 1976 green El Dorado convertible. An officer approached the car and leaned in, first identifying the passengers.
“Are you Sylvester Ritter?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Sylvester.
The officer’s expression was serious. “I know this is bad news, sir, but your baby died in Calgary last night.”
Sylvester immediately called home. The baby had died of the croup.
Sly was devastated and never recovered from it. He came over to the house that Friday and my dad said, “You take all the time off that you need and we will help you in whatever way we can.”
Sylvester replied, “You can help me by letting me wrestle in the show tonight. It’s a distraction for me and, you know, life has to go on.”
I’ll never forget that match. Everyone was heartbroken. These big, strong, bulky, burly wrestlers may put on a show that they're invincible, but they were all crying that night.
The Junkyard Dog made a small fortune in the WWF, but never got over the death of his baby and fell victim to cocaine and eventually became a crack addict. Substance abuse came with his success. Sadly, Sylvester died in a car accident in 1998 in Mississippi as he was returning from his daughter’s high school graduation. He was only forty-five years old.
Sylvester was the reason Jim moved to Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1983, just before my dad sold to Vince. I remember Ellie and her three little girls driving off in my dad's green Eldorado, loaded down with a U-haul full of possessions, a stereo, some dishes and Jim's training weights. My dad's welder, Hans Gleisner, custom built the racks and dumbbells. Jim never did pay the guy.
In Louisiana, Jim wrestled for a promoter named Bill Watts and lived on the road with Junkyard Dog. Ellie became friends with “The Natural” Butch Reed and his wife. Butch was a 255-pound African American wrestler. His gimmick was that he dyed his hair blonde and claimed it was his natural color.
Ellie said she had never witnessed racism like she saw in Louisiana. In Calgary, people with black skin stood out, but not in a bad way. In Louisiana poor Butch Reed's wife would go into the supermarket to get something and they wouldn’t serve her. She would go to another till and they wouldn't serve her there either. She was really dignified and refused to cry. Ellie was appalled. She thought that kind of behavior was despicable.
Butch and Sylvester and Jim wrestled all over—Baton Rouge, New Orleans and most of the southern states. Other than the ignorance regarding race, Ellie enjoyed Louisiana, but little by little, Jim was becoming more controlling. Despite a decent income, Ellie would call home all the time and say she had no money. Jim would go on the road for ten days and give her ten dollars and command her not to leave the house.
What worried her the most was that she couldn't afford to feed her kids. Due to the fact Jim was drugging and raping her—a little trick he taught Davey—she had terrible hemorrhoids and no money to buy hemorrhoid cream. In addition, the electric company was threatening to shut off her power. Jim was not a good provider and was very selfish and greedy with their money.
Even after he joined up with the WWF and his money situation improved drastically, Ellie never saw much of it. He refused to put her name on the bank account, the house title, even the car lease. She'd just get whatever handouts Jim would throw her way. Fortunately, Ellie is creative. Since Jim wouldn't provide money for his little girls to have toys, she learned to make them dolls. It actually seemed to annoy Jim that Ellie was thriving despite how little he was giving her.
They ended up moving back up to Calgary and my dad bought them a house in Bowness, right on the Bow River. My dad got it at a time when the interest rates in Calgary were at 18% so people were walking away from their houses or letting them go for a dollar. My dad bought this house for Ellie and Jim in exchange for a car, one of his Cadillacs.
My mom and dad thought it would be so wonderful to have their daughter Ellie back in the fold. Jim worked on the road for the WWF and with Bret, Dynamite and Davey. My dad had his four boys all together again and his family back in Calgary. He even made the payments on the house for them, though Jim had the money to do it himself. But Jim is a man with no pride. He's a selfish and greedy and Ellie allowed him to be that way.
Jim and Ellie fought like hell all the time. Jim would complain, “I’m not happy up here. I don't like the weather. I want to go back to the States.”
For their sixth anniversary my dad gave Jim a pair of new ostrich skin cowboy boots. Jim wanted to wear them out to dinner but he couldn't fit them on his feet. Ellie suggested if he wore a pair of nylons his foot would slide right in. So Jim wriggled into a pair of nylons she wore when she was pregnant and his foot did slid right into the boot.
They went out for dinner and it was a disaster. They fought the whole time, Jim was bitching about how much he hated Calgary and how he wanted to get out of here. He didn't like my dad knowing how he was treating Ellie. Questions were beginning to crop up.
“What the hell are you doing, Jim? You are making all this money and you are not giving my poor daughter anything. How come my daughter and my grandchildren don't have any food? And how come your electricity is getting cut off?”
Jim didn’t feel he needed to answer to anybody for his selfish ways. He called his dad, crying that he hated Calgary.
Hank phoned my dad and Ellie and said, “You people are killing poor little Jimmy. How could Ellie do this to him, make him live up in Calgary where he can't stand it?”
Ellie was furious. "You are such a Goddamned baby, Jim."
This all came to a head the night that Jim had the nylons on. I was baby-sitting the girls that night and when Jim and Ellie returned from their anniversary dinner, they continued their fight on the deck in front of the house. Jim had taken the boots off and he was standing outside in nylon stockings. It looked absurd. This big wrestler with these nylons folded over the top of his pants and sticking out underneath his pant legs. The fight ended when Ellie burst out laughing as Jim began stamping his foot with the nylons on.
Eventually Ellie succumbed to Jim’s wishes and they ended up leaving Calgary and walking away from their great house, which my dad eventually put my brother Bruce and Andrea in.
Ellie just got so fed up with the fighting. They moved to Florida and bought a place in Tampa in an area called Timber Lane. Then they moved to Land O Lakes and bought an acre in The Oaks. Jim started buying a lot more things for their house. It was an abstract ultra-modern place and Jim loved it. But my dad would still get calls from a crying Ellie, complaining that Jim left her for two weeks without a dime and the gas tank on empty.
My sister Ellie’s husband Jim Neidhart is one of the most-wicked people I have ever met. He is a monster.
Ellie is a mere shell of what she once was, both in looks and personality. Her face and body are lumpy from the bruising and scarring she has suffered as Jim's personal punching bag. It is all so sad because Ellie once had a crack at happiness, but my family urged her to turn her back on her soul mate because he was in a wheelchair.
John Hutchinson was born May 2, 1950 and died October 7, 2000. John was about six feet five before his accident. He was a teenage passenger in a car driving home to Calgary from Edmonton’s summer Klondike Days celebrations. The driver fell asleep at the wheel and the car swerved across the highway and flew off the overpass near Red Deer. The steering wheel was imbedded in the driver’s mouth and ripped his lips from ear to ear, but he survived. John was found unconscious and nearly dead 75 feet from the crash. Paralyzed from the neck down, he lived the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
My brother Wayne introduced Ellie to John and they went out for hot chocolate. John had a special vehicle with hand controls. He was handsome. He looked like a combination of Dick Van Dyke and Alan Alda.
Ellie was a pathological nurturer and I think that was what first drew her to John, but as they got to know each other better, she fell in love with him. They had so much in common. They loved art, animals, children and nature. My parents thought it was a shame that she was wheeling him around. They thought she was too pretty and had too much going for her to be a caretaker. Worst of all, if she married John, Ellie would never be able to have children. But John was Ellie's soul mate and she ignored their advice for four years. Then an incident took place she could not ignore.
One night Alison was helping John do some silk screening—John later claimed Alison was wearing a low-cut sweater and he couldn’t help himself—he made a pass at her. Alison went to my parents and told Mom and Dad that John had tried to kiss her. Mom and Dad told Ellie who was terribly hurt. She and John had a huge fight and they broke up. My parents saw it as a blessing in disguise.
John put some effort into trying to get her back. He called for a couple of weeks, but she wouldn’t speak to him. Finally, he quit calling and started dating someone else.
John became even more of a hippie after he and Ellie split up. He started taking drugs, something Ellie disapproved of. He just sort of deteriorated. Ironically, he became friends with Smith’s former girlfriend Zoe and started using intravenous drugs. He died of cancer 22 years later.
Ellie dated a few people, but no one moved the earth. Then she met Jim Neidhart. In 1978, he came up to Calgary from the States. Jim was living with a guy named Maylen who owned a gym in La Jolla, just north of San Diego. Maylen had a bulldog named Taxi and a black cat named Lemieux, this cat that ended up becoming Ellie and Jim's pet. Despite being such a bully, Jim had a soft spot for it.
Maylen, an alcoholic, had heard about my dad. He had a lot of big guys train at his gym, a lot of football players. My dad always says that if Jim hadn't met Ellie, he'd still be squeezing blackheads out of the backs of the homosexuals training at Maylen's Gym. My dad has never ever had any problems with anyone’s sexual preference or their race or their religion. He was just stating a fact. Jim worked as a towel boy at the gym and had to rub down the clients after they showered and steamed.
Maylen gave Jim some phone numbers and advised him that his football career wouldn't last forever. Jim had been playing for the Oakland Raiders. In high school, he got a shot with the Dallas Cowboys. He was that good a football player. He wasn't extraordinarily tall—just six feet—but he was fast and stocky.
Unfortunately, the offer from the Cowboys interfered with his shot-putting career. He couldn't play pro football and be an amateur shot-putter at the same time. Jim was hoping to compete in the 1980 Olympics, which were boycotted by the USA because of the Afghanistan war. So he missed out on the Cowboys and the Olympics, but he did go to world championship meets in Poland, the Soviet Union and South Africa.
He was treated like royalty all over the world because he was part of the hopeful Olympians. His best friend Terry Albriton was the world's best shot-putter. He had the record. Unofficially, Jim had broken it, but outside of competition.
This is one of the reasons Ellie uses when she’s trying to convince herself why she has to stick with Jim, that he unofficially held the world’s record in shot put. Terry and Jim ended up coming to Calgary.
My dad was quite impressed with these two big, educated would-be wrestlers (or at least that’s how they represented themselves), because they were both attending UCLA on scholarships.
Terry was legitimately smart, but he had huge mood swings. He was either manic or depressed which often happens with really smart people. He wrote one of his essays on why he hated war on toilet paper. He was heartbroken when the Afghanistan war wiped out the Olympics for the Americans. His professors thought the toilet paper was profound.
As for Jim, he got kicked out of university for trying to extort money from the school. It was bad enough he never did any work, but then he began to demand money in exchange for being on the shot put team. He was thrown in jail and expelled for that.
Then the Oakland Raiders picked him up. He had two seasons with them. The first season he was put on injured reserve. He had thrown out his elbows, which after surgery, resulted in six-inch scars on each elbow. Between getting kicked out of university and Oakland’s off season, Jim wanted to explore a life in wrestling. He came up to Calgary thinking, “Okay I'm making career choices. I'm going to get into wrestling after my contract ends with the Raiders.”
He came up in the beginning of the summer and impressed my dad by doing sprints and power lifting in the yard behind the house. He and my dad hit it off quite well. My dad loved being in the gym with this big strong rhinoceros. It was a good challenge for him because Jim was so strong. Every day, my dad stretched the hell out of Jim. My dad would force him into submission and keep him in painful holds for what seemed like an eternity.
"Discipline!" my dad would order. And Jim took it. I've got to give Jim credit for that because he went back day after day and allowed this to happen. It was the only way to become a world-class wrestler.
Coming from California, Jim liked to have marijuana joints and beer on hand. He loved Canadian beer, especially Pilsner. When he first came up to Calgary, he thought he was in for a free ride, free training, free everything and would get some kind of certificate or something and walk away saying he was now qualified to wrestle professionally.
Of course it doesn't work that way. You never really get a certificate or a diploma saying, “so and so has graduated from Stu Hart’s Dungeon and now can work as a professional wrestler.” You may get that in modeling or acting, but you don't get that in professional wrestling.
But he was right about what it would cost him to train. My dad never charged a single soul to learn to wrestle. My brothers did, but my dad trained hundreds of wrestlers including Archie “The Stomper” Gouldie, “Superstar” Billy Graham, Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, John Helton, Bob Leuck, Rick Martel, Steve Blackman, Nikolai Volkoff and Chris Benoit-all for free.
My dad was quite fond of Terry and Jim, but the one who stuck it out and stayed in Calgary was Jim. My dad didn't take any nonsense from him like Jim's mild-mannered accountant father did. An accountant with the San Diego Yacht Club, Hank also owned the first hotel right outside of Disneyland called the Lamplighter Inn. He came from the military and had been raised by Poppy Neidhart, the original Hank. Henry Poppy was a lawyer for the Mexican Mafia and received lots of perks. As the only child of Grammy and Hank Neidhart, Hank Junior was indulged.
My sister Ellie eventually knew them both, but she said Jim’s father was nothing like the Poppy. Jim’s grandfather and Jim are apparently just very alike: German, hot tempered and belligerent. Jim’s grandfather, Poppy was extremely possessive of his wife. Her name was Eileen, but Jim called her Grammy. Poppy bought her furs and diamonds. They had a lovely house in Nevada and they vacationed in the Pokonos. But he was brutally possessive, the same way Jim is with Ellie.
Ellie says Grammy was a charming, lovely little lady. They raised Hank, and then Hank had this monster named Jim and a daughter named Debbie. Debbie ended up living with her mother Katie, the one who tried to save Alison from Smith's crazy wife Maria in the brawl in our family's kitchen. Jim stayed with his father when his parents got divorced. Hank eventually lost all his money, unbeknownst to Jim until years later.
Jim had been into steroids and pills and pot and drinking since he was in high school. He was indulged by the coaches and basically got away with a lot more than your average student would. My dad had never seen anybody like Jim before. He was always stoned, but could somehow function quite well. My dad was sort of amazed at Jim's metabolism.
Jim had reddish-brown curly hair, dimples and a paunchy stomach. Some thought him quite handsome, but my mom thought he was grotesque. It was odd because he had very good manners, nice teeth, well-manicured hands and neatly combed hair, but my mom never really warmed up to Jim. She thought he was a stupid ass and she was right. My dad admired Jim’s athletic ability and his genetics.
Each day, Jim and my dad would push each other around like two bulls for about an hour before they’d even get into amateur wrestling and the stretching and submission holds. Then Jim would come upstairs and my dad had would tell him to help himself to whatever they had. My dad always had beer in this big Coca Cola cooler on the porch.
There were freezers and refrigerators and coolers all over my dad's house—on the porches, under the garage, in the basement and on the balcony. My dad couldn’t resist a good deal. If he found a commercial cooler for $3,000 regularly priced at $15,000 my mom would worry, "It's so expensive, it's $3000! We don't need another Coca-Cola cooler!" My dad would argue that it was too good a deal to pass up and he would buy it. Even if they could afford it, my mom would be furious that he was spending money like that.
These issues would cause fierce arguments between them. It was never ever about my dad eyeing another woman or coming home drunk or gambling. It was always about my dad spending money on things like a rotisserie for the porch that would hold 70 chickens. He's probably got $200,000 worth of commercial kitchen equipment. He's also invested in chests of tools, welding equipment to build rings, mechanical hoists, car jacks and air compressors.
Anyway, one day, Jim went upstairs through the kitchen and helped himself to one of these Pilsner beers in the cooler. That's when he spotted Ellie. She was quite spicy. She looked just like my mom's mom who was always yelling at her girls as they grew up, she was especially tough on her daughter Joanie. In fact, Joanie would always say to Ellie, “I just can't look at you Ellie. You remind me too much of Gaga."
Jim fell for this girl who was so independent and saucy, the first girl in our family after five boys. At the time, Ellie was still mooning over John who she hadn’t seen in a year and Jim’s passion wasn’t returned. Like my mom, Ellie couldn't stand him. She thought he was a big, boorish blowhard.
A few weeks later Ellie, who always had a rabbit or chicken or turtle or cat, left her turtle Posy in the grass next to a window. She boxed him in safely with wrestling ring 2 x 12 planks. A couple of hours later she went to retrieve him and the pen was empty. She was frantic and crying.
Jim stepped up. “I’ll find your turtle, Elizabeth," he promised. “I’ll follow his turtle tracks.” A few minutes later Jim returned with Posy. “Found him down by the road.” Jim smiled showing his big dimples.
Not used to being deceived, Ellie fell for this and felt apologetic and grateful and accepted his invitation to go out for dinner.
In the fall he had to go back to California and serve two months in jail for extortion. Then he rejoined the Raiders to finish out his contract. He wrote her calling her his “Little Snowflake.” She was embarrassed, but had never been romanced. On American Thanksgiving that year he insisted on flying her down to watch him play football. She was swept off her feet. He picked her up in the Raiders' team car. She met all the players and they all made such a fuss over Jim. She felt she had misjudged him all along. They were married within a month on December 26th, Boxing Day. He wrestled that night.
Jenny was born within the year on November 27, 1981. Natty was born just over a year later and Muffy was born the next May. After Muffy's birth, Ellie had to have her tubes tied. My dad and mom were heartbroken, but the doctors insisted. Ellie’s uterus was too thin. Jim wasn't pleased because he wanted a son.
Jim became friends with a wrestler who worked for my dad named Sylvester Ritter or “Big Daddy” Ritter, later known as “The Junkyard Dog.” Sylvester was a big African American wrestler, six feet four and 300 pounds. When he first started out, he and his wife and little boy lived in Calgary.
Jim and Sylvester were on the road in the late ‘70s wrestling all over my dad's territory. One Monday while driving from Calgary to Regina for a show, Sly told Jim about a dream he'd had the night before.
“I dreamt my baby, little Sly Junior died." He said it was awful. "It was a nightmare. I don’t ever want to go through that again."
A little while later on the highway, the RCMP flagged them down. There was an all points bulletin out for my dad's 1976 green El Dorado convertible. An officer approached the car and leaned in, first identifying the passengers.
“Are you Sylvester Ritter?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Sylvester.
The officer’s expression was serious. “I know this is bad news, sir, but your baby died in Calgary last night.”
Sylvester immediately called home. The baby had died of the croup.
Sly was devastated and never recovered from it. He came over to the house that Friday and my dad said, “You take all the time off that you need and we will help you in whatever way we can.”
Sylvester replied, “You can help me by letting me wrestle in the show tonight. It’s a distraction for me and, you know, life has to go on.”
I’ll never forget that match. Everyone was heartbroken. These big, strong, bulky, burly wrestlers may put on a show that they're invincible, but they were all crying that night.
The Junkyard Dog made a small fortune in the WWF, but never got over the death of his baby and fell victim to cocaine and eventually became a crack addict. Substance abuse came with his success. Sadly, Sylvester died in a car accident in 1998 in Mississippi as he was returning from his daughter’s high school graduation. He was only forty-five years old.
Sylvester was the reason Jim moved to Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1983, just before my dad sold to Vince. I remember Ellie and her three little girls driving off in my dad's green Eldorado, loaded down with a U-haul full of possessions, a stereo, some dishes and Jim's training weights. My dad's welder, Hans Gleisner, custom built the racks and dumbbells. Jim never did pay the guy.
In Louisiana, Jim wrestled for a promoter named Bill Watts and lived on the road with Junkyard Dog. Ellie became friends with “The Natural” Butch Reed and his wife. Butch was a 255-pound African American wrestler. His gimmick was that he dyed his hair blonde and claimed it was his natural color.
Ellie said she had never witnessed racism like she saw in Louisiana. In Calgary, people with black skin stood out, but not in a bad way. In Louisiana poor Butch Reed's wife would go into the supermarket to get something and they wouldn’t serve her. She would go to another till and they wouldn't serve her there either. She was really dignified and refused to cry. Ellie was appalled. She thought that kind of behavior was despicable.
Butch and Sylvester and Jim wrestled all over—Baton Rouge, New Orleans and most of the southern states. Other than the ignorance regarding race, Ellie enjoyed Louisiana, but little by little, Jim was becoming more controlling. Despite a decent income, Ellie would call home all the time and say she had no money. Jim would go on the road for ten days and give her ten dollars and command her not to leave the house.
What worried her the most was that she couldn't afford to feed her kids. Due to the fact Jim was drugging and raping her—a little trick he taught Davey—she had terrible hemorrhoids and no money to buy hemorrhoid cream. In addition, the electric company was threatening to shut off her power. Jim was not a good provider and was very selfish and greedy with their money.
Even after he joined up with the WWF and his money situation improved drastically, Ellie never saw much of it. He refused to put her name on the bank account, the house title, even the car lease. She'd just get whatever handouts Jim would throw her way. Fortunately, Ellie is creative. Since Jim wouldn't provide money for his little girls to have toys, she learned to make them dolls. It actually seemed to annoy Jim that Ellie was thriving despite how little he was giving her.
They ended up moving back up to Calgary and my dad bought them a house in Bowness, right on the Bow River. My dad got it at a time when the interest rates in Calgary were at 18% so people were walking away from their houses or letting them go for a dollar. My dad bought this house for Ellie and Jim in exchange for a car, one of his Cadillacs.
My mom and dad thought it would be so wonderful to have their daughter Ellie back in the fold. Jim worked on the road for the WWF and with Bret, Dynamite and Davey. My dad had his four boys all together again and his family back in Calgary. He even made the payments on the house for them, though Jim had the money to do it himself. But Jim is a man with no pride. He's a selfish and greedy and Ellie allowed him to be that way.
Jim and Ellie fought like hell all the time. Jim would complain, “I’m not happy up here. I don't like the weather. I want to go back to the States.”
For their sixth anniversary my dad gave Jim a pair of new ostrich skin cowboy boots. Jim wanted to wear them out to dinner but he couldn't fit them on his feet. Ellie suggested if he wore a pair of nylons his foot would slide right in. So Jim wriggled into a pair of nylons she wore when she was pregnant and his foot did slid right into the boot.
They went out for dinner and it was a disaster. They fought the whole time, Jim was bitching about how much he hated Calgary and how he wanted to get out of here. He didn't like my dad knowing how he was treating Ellie. Questions were beginning to crop up.
“What the hell are you doing, Jim? You are making all this money and you are not giving my poor daughter anything. How come my daughter and my grandchildren don't have any food? And how come your electricity is getting cut off?”
Jim didn’t feel he needed to answer to anybody for his selfish ways. He called his dad, crying that he hated Calgary.
Hank phoned my dad and Ellie and said, “You people are killing poor little Jimmy. How could Ellie do this to him, make him live up in Calgary where he can't stand it?”
Ellie was furious. "You are such a Goddamned baby, Jim."
This all came to a head the night that Jim had the nylons on. I was baby-sitting the girls that night and when Jim and Ellie returned from their anniversary dinner, they continued their fight on the deck in front of the house. Jim had taken the boots off and he was standing outside in nylon stockings. It looked absurd. This big wrestler with these nylons folded over the top of his pants and sticking out underneath his pant legs. The fight ended when Ellie burst out laughing as Jim began stamping his foot with the nylons on.
Eventually Ellie succumbed to Jim’s wishes and they ended up leaving Calgary and walking away from their great house, which my dad eventually put my brother Bruce and Andrea in.
Ellie just got so fed up with the fighting. They moved to Florida and bought a place in Tampa in an area called Timber Lane. Then they moved to Land O Lakes and bought an acre in The Oaks. Jim started buying a lot more things for their house. It was an abstract ultra-modern place and Jim loved it. But my dad would still get calls from a crying Ellie, complaining that Jim left her for two weeks without a dime and the gas tank on empty.