The Bust Of Errol Flynn

Many years ago, my wife and I were visiting the small village of Grand Rapids, Ohio. It is an old town, situated on the Miami and Erie Canal, dating back to the mid 1800s. The downtown is filled with craft stores, antiques, and restaurants; a good place to spend a Sunday afternoon, browsing.

 

We entered a ceramic shop, as my wife enjoyed painting, and one of her hobbies was ceramics. I noticed on one shelf a series of small busts of various Hollywood stars. One caught my eye, after seeing Gable, Astaire, and Karloff, I noticed another well-known face…. Errol Flynn. Having been a Flynn fan now for several years, I just had to have one. My wife agreed to paint it for me; so away we went with my new prize.

 

Soon, Errol Flynn adorned my bookcase, in his Don Juan shirt, painted red, looking suave and debonair. It remained there for several years. During that time, our son Nickolas was born. After he was a bit older, his bedroom was moved upstairs. Next to his bed stood the bookcase where Errol resided. After awhile, we would notice the bust had been moved, and was facing the books. I would turn it around, then later notice it was once again turned backwards. By then Nickolas was about 3 years old. When questioned about it, he informed us that he didn’t care for that “man staring at him all night”, which solved the mystery of the moving bust for us.

 

Errol has since moved downstairs. He now resides in our computer room, where he oversees my typing and e-mailing, from atop another bookcase. Nickolas is 17 now, but still remembers being glared at. And every now and then, I find Errol is facing backwards. Nickolas denies it, of course.

 

 

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— Bob

MY BUSTER WILES STORY


Back in 2004, I met via the Internet a wonderful fellow by the name of David DeWitt. I’d purchased a CD on e-bay for a collection of radio shows from him. We began a correspondence afterward, about Errol Flynn; next thing I know, we become fast friends, separated by miles only, with a seemingly endless supply of things to talk about.
 
David introduced me to other Flynn fans, and also steered me towards several other interesting books, and I was able to obtain copies of each, one of which was written by Errol’s stunt double and friend, Buster Wiles. It was, and is, a great book to be sure. I became curious about Buster, and learned that he passed away two years after the book came out in 1988.
 
One of my hobbies is genealogy. Last fall I answered a request for a lady living in Beaverton, Oregon who was looking for ancestors that lived here. I was able to find the graves at the cemetery for her and send photos. She was very grateful and asked if she could do anything for me. On a lark, I asked her if she could check on Buster for obituary, and possibly locate his resting place. Before long, she wrote back, and sent me the newspaper notice for Buster, and also traveled to Skyline Memorial Gardens in Beaverton, and found Buster’s resting place for me, and sent some great photographs from the cemetery. I thought it rather fitting that we know where one of Errol’s best friends, and true supporters now reposes.
 
 
 
 

— Bob

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Errol Flynn's Body Departs With Minor Final Dramatics

from THE VANCOUVER SUN Newspaper – October 1959

Surrounded by melodrama in death as in life, the body of actor Errol Flynn left Vancouver by train Friday night bound for burial in Los Angeles.

The coffin was accompanied by stuntman friend Buster Wiles, of Hollywood, who said on leaving he had received a telephoned threat that Flynn's body might be “hijacked.”

They were seen off at the Great Northern station by an unidentified, tearful blonde girl in black, who said she knew the actor in Paris, a few newsmen and railroad officials.

Wiles was undecided whether the threat was serious, but said he was taking “reasonable precautions.”

He said he also planned to “have a few drinks” beside Flynn's body in the baggage car.

“Errol would have liked that,” he said.

As Flynn's body left, his former traveling companion Beverley Aadland arrived in Los Angeles to continue her fight for a burial in Jamaica.

Flynn's widow Patrice Wymore has rejected Jamaica and insisted on Los Angeles.

Miss Aadland collapsed in tears after tripping over a small retaining wall as she left the airliner and had to be carried from the plane by a newsman.

Miss Aadland almost ignored her mother who was in the welcoming party and refused to go home with her.

Instead she went into hiding accompanied by a lawyer and a press agent.

Flynn died here Wednesday following a heart attack. He arrived last week with Miss Aadland to sell his yacht, Zaca, to West Vancouver promoter George Caldough.

On the flight from Vancouver to Los Angeles Miss Aadland revealed her age as 22 and not 17 as both she and Flynn had claimed recently.

She was refused a drink by a waiter in the cocktail bar of Seattle airport because he recognized her from newspaper pictures and said he could not serve minors.

Miss Aadland then produced a passport showing a birthdate in September, 1937.

It was rumored in Vancouver earlier that she and Flynn were giving her age as 17 because he wanted to star her in “Lolita”—a part which requires a child.

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— David DeWitt

'Errol Flynn always yielded to ladies'

from THE PROVINCE Newspaper – Friday, October 16, 1959By LOUELLA PARSONS, Special to The Province

A world of living was crowded into the 50 years allotted to handsome, tumultuous, devel-may-care, exciting and adventurous Errol Flynn.

The last time I spoke with Errol was when his lawyers and the lawyers of his present wife, Patrice Wymore, were battling for a settlement.

He told me then, “I want a divorce, but she wants a separation and I always yield to the ladies.”

That remark was characteristic of Errol's thinking.

My acquaintance with Errol dates back to the days when he made “Captain Blood” and was the handsomest and most charming actor I think I have ever seen.

He used to come out to Marson's farm, our ranch in the San Fernando valley.

He was as delighted as any happy new father when he telephoned to tell me that Lili Damita, the beautiful French actress who was his first wife, had presented him with a son, Errol Sean Flynn, who is the image of his father and is now seventeen.

WHAT CHARM
What charm Errol had in those days, a charm he never really lost even though he had abused his youth and his health—still, women couldn't resist him.

I know I used to get annoyed with him when he got into the fighting scrapes and court battles, but let me meet him and I was like all the rest, I couldn't help liking him and making excuses for him.

Errol's friendships among men were strong and lasting, no matter what sort of trouble he got into they stood solidly back of him and were as staunch in their devotion as were all the women in his life.

ALL LOVED HIM
Although the legal battles with his ex-wives about alimony were numerous, all of them admitted loving the handsome, attractive, dashing, swashbuckling Flynn.

Errol was actually a replica of all the characters he played on the screen—Don Juan, Robin Hood and other legendary heroes.

With all of this he did not take his career lightly.

DELIGHTFUL HOST
There was a phase in Errol's life when he was married to Nora Eddington, when he fancied himself a country gentleman.

He built a beautiful home on top of Mulholland drive surrounded by acres of land.

I remember going there to a party and what a thoughtful, delightful host he was.

It was all done in good taste and there were no fights nor unseemly conduct.

He showed his real breeding and what he might have been that night.

Errol was well-born.

TAUGHT AT QUEEN'S
I had met his father, Prof. Thompson Flynn, who taught at Queen's University in Belfast, and he was a scholarly gentleman who worried over his errant son's escapades.

After 30 odd years in Hollywood, I think I can safely say that there will never be another Errol Flynn, who secretly loved the reputation of “My Wicked, Wicked Life” the title of his book which is coming out and which he sought to shock his readers.

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— David DeWitt

Flynn Explains to Reporters

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Errol explains to reporters he was “not seriously injured” during campaign with rebel forces of Fidel Castro. Originally Flynn said he'd been nicked in the leg by a bullet. Scarf over shoulder is a gift of friendship from Premier Castro. July 1959 HUSH-HUSH Magazine

— David DeWitt