Missourian, I was just a young guy at the time and your father may not remember
me. We were probably thought of as just a nuisance to him back then. He
stopped many of us for speeding through town and broke up a lot of beer parties
but I don't remember him ever throwing any of us in jail. He was more
interested in just keeping things in control and not so much arresting everyone.
I wouldn't have said it then but now I appreciate the way he handled it.
I'm heading back to my home town next week for a visit ( still have a
brother and sister there) and I'm taking a copy of the article about your
father. I know there is still a lot of people that remember him there.
JAV you knew my father in Eldon the story didnt mention the town but you knew .
I would like to tell my father about you .
Interesting story. I grew up among adults who told the stories of
'rasslers' of the day who came to town, fought one another and then
grabbed a box of beer and crowded into a car to head for the next scrap. It must
have been quite the life.
Terrific story about a troubled family and an extraordinarily devoted son.
Thanks to Randy Stevens for suggesting it.I hope his father is
appreciative and does his best, however little that may now be, to return the
help his son is providing him by supplying the historical information his son
craves.Speaking of historical information, the mention in the story
of the wrestler "Gorgeous George" (GG) reminded me of some of my
history. When I was very young we lived just a few houses away and across the
street from a house owned by GG. I remember one occasion when GG was in town
for an extended period while convalescing from a broken leg he'd received
in a match. He would spend many nights with his drinking buddy, who lived just
two houses away from us. I can still hear the yelling and carousing that went
on until, presumably, falling asleep in a drunken stupor in the early morning
hours.The wrestling life was not a very family friendly one.
I could hardly believe it when I read this article about Bill Cole (Wild Bill).
I grew up in a small town in southeast Iowa called Eldon, Iowa. In the
60's when I was in my teens and early 20's the town marshal was Bill
Cole. Being a teenager in a small town I got to know him fairly well. I knew
he had been a wrestler and I think he came to town as a wrestler in the county
fair. I did not know he was from Utah. I always wondered what happened to him.