Try as They May

 

Hope to See You There

Every year about this time I sense the coming of the religiously tinged morbidity which will take place in Valentino's crypt marking the moment of the great star's death, which took place in 1926. During this event the magus of the Valentino death cult stands at his pulpit, checks his microphone and Facebook feed and basks in the glory he paid hard cash for over the years by buying all the Valentino relics he could get his hands on.

This year I am especially focused on that “annual service”, “fine Hollywood tradition”, or “death fest” as some call it. No doubt my extra focus is because my beloved Renato passed away and was/is treated so outrageously poorly by that magus.

Over the past couple of decades Renato and I researched the life of Rudolph Valentino to great discovery success. And every year as the magus lives out his greatest fantasy as Valentino high priest, etc., my focus seems to grow. This is why.

Why does that man still carry on as he does? For as holy as he believes himself to be, the true proof is presented in the years of screenshots which clearly lay out the wickedness that rained down on Renato and I from this man.

But here is the thing about this year. I am very busy these days and barely have time to listen for the Magus' faint echo wafting from the graveyard. The king of gaslighting that he is, will make it possible for him to believe in his importance and innocence there. Because despite his zeal to ruin us and our business lo these many years, he fancies himself a good person.

But here is another thing about this year. I am visiting in the neighborhood of that graveyard. It is August and Renato and I always visit family in Los Angeles who happen to live reasonably close to that crypt. I am keeping up our tradition by seeing the family and think this just might be the long awaited year that I, as the widow Evelyn, toddle through the graves to listen to the person I consider to be the biggest hypocrite in the world go peep, peep, peep.

Maybe I will wear black and carry some red roses. A veil would be useful. I probably won't because unlike the gaslighting king standing at the pulpit, I do not revel in morbidity.

Here but a very few of the bullying images he has posted in our honor on that blog he runs under my book's title, Affairs Valentino.

This is who he really is:

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Nailed It (A Repost from 12/7/22)

Why did Tracy Ryan Terhune spend all these years lying about me, my husband Renato and why did he fear Affairs Valentino so very much he would work so hard and for so long to try to wipe every copy off the face of the earth?

Because I nailed it, that's why. I have since, lo these last ten years evolved some of the research details in the book. But the basic premises never changed, i.e.,

S. George Ullman was the hero in the story of Rudolph Valentino and an honest man.

He was wrongly maligned all these years and the story skewed purposely.

Natacha Rambova was the best thing to ever happen to Rudolph Valentino, and not the “worst” as Terhune likes to fantasize.

Rudolph Valentino had sex with women from the time he began visiting the brothels in Taranto and can not be worshipped as a gay icon...despite the million and one fictional gay lovers invented by Bret.

I could go on and on with the changes made in the Valentino story in Affairs Valentino...changes which were documented to publicly archived documents.

How Terhune has tried to kill the messengers with mockery, straight up lies... and again for the record, I have never altered or created a document and my thoroughly documented book is not as Terhune parrots year after year, “fan girl fiction”. Nice try.

And contrary to his vision of Renato and I sitting in some rocking chair sipping “Ensure” as he wrote, we are honest and hard working despite the harassment.

Terhune's fear of the truths we have brought forth is palpable and even as I write this on December 7, 2022, he is still mired in anguish about us, shunning us, spreading those lies and forbidding any positive mention of us on his Facebook forums and social media accounts.

How different things would have been all around if he had welcomed us and been thrilled to learn new things about his favorite subject. How different it would be now if he called off his faithful junk yard dogs....who endlessly compete for a little bone of favor to be tossed their way from the master. 

The Cult of the Relics is how I refer to it these days. More about that real soon.

High Integrity

How dear is this photo (below) to me. To think I was so privileged to have known and worked with that little boy on Rudy's lap. To think he would be the one to push me to find the court records and the one who analyzed them so meticulously. Robert Warren Ullman was an entertaining and interesting man. He was proud of his military service, proud of his success as a tennis pro, and proud of his many years as a mortgage banker. 

He did not like anything Hollywood because of what it did to his father. He made a point of saying that. He had read all the Rudy bios and had to know the truth about his father. When I met Bob they told me he had two months to live. But he lived two more years and long enough to read the final chapter of Affairs Valentino two weeks before his passing. I spoke at his memorial service. 

Bob loved orchids which filled his home's beautiful patio. He was a no nonsense man, a stickler for details which I guess is what would make someone a good banker. 

I have my Bob Ullman memories. 

One: After his first read of the court records (all 1000 pages) he said, "Who were these judges?" And he commented on Alberto's suing his Dad as, "a hyena biting the hand that was feeding him". Those two comments stuck in my mind. 

Two: He used the tiniest font in his e-mails that I have even seen any one use. His last e-mail to me, in tiny letters read, "Better get down here sooner than later."

I say in tribute to the beautiful little toddler in the photo below...on that magical day sitting on Uncle Rudy's lap... I thank you for your magnificent contributions to the Valentino history. Uncle Rudy would be proud. 

*I had to add Bunny to this "High Integrity" post. She had not read all the Valentino bios, but her mother lived with her for the last years of her life and she heard all the stories.