My grandmother was a professional wrestler...in the 50s. For anyone who may have heard of her, her stage name was Ida May Martinez. It seems impossible that she could even get hurt. She usually did the hurting.
Anyway, because she never finished her biography I am taking over the writing process. This endeavor is turning more and more into my own process of re-discovering my grandmother and not so much her actual story. We will see how it turns out. It might just develop into an amalgamation of her original story as well as my story of her, and her struggle with Alzheimer's. All of these things were, after all, entirely apart of her life.
In the end I hope to have published all the stories I can get from friends and family as well as any remaining wrestlers out there who have stories to share.
For this, I need to buy a camcorder. Ah the life of a poor artist.