I envy you, I truly do. Even if you can’t find those pictures (and they’ll turn up one day I’ll bet), the visuals remain in your mind, and that’s a great thing to carry around.
GREAT story about your GrandMom, getting to whack Cap’n Lou is not something a lot of people can claim to have done, bravo!
Yeah, those were fun times. I do recall it was “Captain” Lou back when he was a wrestler and not a manager. Lou was great with getting the audience worked up. He’d get in your face and make like he was going to belt you one, the times he was chased out of the ring by the good guy (which was often). Dad would root for the heels, and everyone around him would give him grief. One little old lady ran up to him and said something like, “You like him so much, go on up there and kiss ‘im!” One time one of the heels saw my Dad rooting for him and he’d point it out to the ref (who was in on the script) and use it to back up his appeals for sympathy, like “See? He (my Dad) knows what’s goin’ on!” My brother and I and GrandMom would always jeer the heels, if they came out in the audience we’d always make threats like, “I’ll kick YOUR ass...later!” The heels would always love that. They’d go off on a tirade about kicking YOUR ass, you better shaddup, blah blah blah. Good stuff, I’ll tell you.