Post by Tim Wescott on Mar 27, 2006 8:03:34 GMT -5
Posted with permission of getbig.com member "stuntmovie"
And you guys who decide to read this stuff have got to realize that it happened a long time ago and I'm depending on a fading memory, so please feel free to correct me if I make some obvious mistakes on the whos, the whys, and the wherefores.
Recalling this stuff could be a lot of fun on my part, so I hope you find it enjoyable too; but please feel free to rant and rave when and if you feel it's necessary. I've faced tougher audiences than you radical bodybuilding fans out there and in tougher climates than my kitchen table in the dam-dest places on this big blue marble, so fire away when you feel the need.
I learned to duck when sh*t goes flying overhead while others didn't and lay there dead! (Old saying. Sorry.)
OK, so here goes Bodybuilding History 101-B. (Someone else has got to do 101-A. I just ain't old enough.)
So here it is from MY beginning ..... 101 - B
1940's - 19540's .......... Steve Reeves and the Russian River
I first got "involved" with bodybuilding in the mid 1940's when I first met Steve Reeves at some lake in the Oakland Hills (Lake Tamescal?). He was 13 years older than myself, so I must have been around 5 or 6. I was sitting on the shore with my legs in the water (probably eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich) when this "big guy" comes walking out of the water and pats me on the head saying, "Hi, Kid" and keeps on walking up to the parking area to join his friends.
Later on that afternoon, my dad told me, "That was Steve Reeves. He lifts lots of weights."
So Steve Reeves was the first "weight lifter" I ever met and I had no idea what bodybuilding even was. The word "bodybuilder" wasn't used too much back then, but "weight lifter" was the prevalent terminology. (Physical Culture was pervalent too.)
A couple of years later my dad and I met Steve once again while waiting for the "train' that used to run from San Francisco to Oakland on the lower level of the Bay Bridge. Steve was waiting for his ride in the other direction with a friend of his, so we didn’t have much to say except, "Hey! How ya do'en?".
During the summer months we'd hang out at our summer shack on the Russian River which is about 72 miles north of the Bay Area. It was a great place back then among these giant Redwood trees and a fairly decent river that attracted families from Oakland, San Francisco and the Peninsula. Thousands of kids from all over the Bay Area would congregate there every summer weekend.
Steve and a couple of his friends would come up to the river and soak up the sun on Rio Nido Beach and mingle with all the other "youngsters" outside the dancehall in the center of the resort. Got in a fight there one night but I wasn't present to witness it , but the next day all the kids were talking about it. Seem like he got punched by someone who "thought he was to damn muscular" and ran off.
I recall reading one of the Oakland newspapers at this time that did a human interest story on Steve by interviewing his mom. She told the reporter that Steve never had a cold or a cavity and had a good heart and all the other stuff that proud moms tell newspaper reporters.
Steve set a good example for kids back then and a lot of us bought or made barbells so we could be just like him, but there were no decent gyms to join when I was that young (or I was just too young to join those few that did exist).
But it was evident that more kids were lifting weights when they showed up on the beach the following summer and Steve was the major influence on each of us.
The first bodybuilding magazine that drew my interest had Steve's picture on the cover. It was shot by Arti Zeller who I would also be calling a friend many years in the future. Arti shot a whole series of a Reeves' photos at Stenson Beach on the Pacific Coast roughly 30 miles north of San Francisco. (Anyone recall the date of that photo session?)
Those photos were a major contribution to Reeves' success and the success of Arti too. My favorite shot taken at that photo session was the silhouette shot of Steve doing a double bicep at the ocean's edge. Maybe someone can post it here.
So Steve started getting lots of publicity in the "bodybuilding magazines".
And I use the term "bodybuilding magazines" somewhat loosely .........
( continued below )
And you guys who decide to read this stuff have got to realize that it happened a long time ago and I'm depending on a fading memory, so please feel free to correct me if I make some obvious mistakes on the whos, the whys, and the wherefores.
Recalling this stuff could be a lot of fun on my part, so I hope you find it enjoyable too; but please feel free to rant and rave when and if you feel it's necessary. I've faced tougher audiences than you radical bodybuilding fans out there and in tougher climates than my kitchen table in the dam-dest places on this big blue marble, so fire away when you feel the need.
I learned to duck when sh*t goes flying overhead while others didn't and lay there dead! (Old saying. Sorry.)
OK, so here goes Bodybuilding History 101-B. (Someone else has got to do 101-A. I just ain't old enough.)
So here it is from MY beginning ..... 101 - B
1940's - 19540's .......... Steve Reeves and the Russian River
I first got "involved" with bodybuilding in the mid 1940's when I first met Steve Reeves at some lake in the Oakland Hills (Lake Tamescal?). He was 13 years older than myself, so I must have been around 5 or 6. I was sitting on the shore with my legs in the water (probably eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich) when this "big guy" comes walking out of the water and pats me on the head saying, "Hi, Kid" and keeps on walking up to the parking area to join his friends.
Later on that afternoon, my dad told me, "That was Steve Reeves. He lifts lots of weights."
So Steve Reeves was the first "weight lifter" I ever met and I had no idea what bodybuilding even was. The word "bodybuilder" wasn't used too much back then, but "weight lifter" was the prevalent terminology. (Physical Culture was pervalent too.)
A couple of years later my dad and I met Steve once again while waiting for the "train' that used to run from San Francisco to Oakland on the lower level of the Bay Bridge. Steve was waiting for his ride in the other direction with a friend of his, so we didn’t have much to say except, "Hey! How ya do'en?".
During the summer months we'd hang out at our summer shack on the Russian River which is about 72 miles north of the Bay Area. It was a great place back then among these giant Redwood trees and a fairly decent river that attracted families from Oakland, San Francisco and the Peninsula. Thousands of kids from all over the Bay Area would congregate there every summer weekend.
Steve and a couple of his friends would come up to the river and soak up the sun on Rio Nido Beach and mingle with all the other "youngsters" outside the dancehall in the center of the resort. Got in a fight there one night but I wasn't present to witness it , but the next day all the kids were talking about it. Seem like he got punched by someone who "thought he was to damn muscular" and ran off.
I recall reading one of the Oakland newspapers at this time that did a human interest story on Steve by interviewing his mom. She told the reporter that Steve never had a cold or a cavity and had a good heart and all the other stuff that proud moms tell newspaper reporters.
Steve set a good example for kids back then and a lot of us bought or made barbells so we could be just like him, but there were no decent gyms to join when I was that young (or I was just too young to join those few that did exist).
But it was evident that more kids were lifting weights when they showed up on the beach the following summer and Steve was the major influence on each of us.
The first bodybuilding magazine that drew my interest had Steve's picture on the cover. It was shot by Arti Zeller who I would also be calling a friend many years in the future. Arti shot a whole series of a Reeves' photos at Stenson Beach on the Pacific Coast roughly 30 miles north of San Francisco. (Anyone recall the date of that photo session?)
Those photos were a major contribution to Reeves' success and the success of Arti too. My favorite shot taken at that photo session was the silhouette shot of Steve doing a double bicep at the ocean's edge. Maybe someone can post it here.
So Steve started getting lots of publicity in the "bodybuilding magazines".
And I use the term "bodybuilding magazines" somewhat loosely .........
( continued below )
