HOST: Growing up in St. Louis during the 1950s … Judd Esty-Kendall Sr. remembers growing up with falcons, raccoons, even a flying squirrel …
They belonged to his father … Henry … a salesman and World War 2 veteran … who took in wild animals in his spare time …
At StoryCorps, Judd told his own son about a special bond … between one animal and his dad.
Judd Esty-Kendall (JEK Sr.) and Jud Esty-Kendall (JEK Jr.)
JEK Sr: We got a full-blooded wolf as a young pup. It was named Peter. We would all take turns giving the wolf a bottle and it grew up beautiful, strong, intelligent…
My father would come home in his suit from the city after working all day, strip into old clothes and go out in the backyard and wrestle with the wolf. But, I cannot remember any times when he came home and did anything with the kids and the family.
JEK Jr: Do you think his military service had anything to do with that?
JEK Sr: Yeah. World War 2 totally changed his life because he suffered from fairly serious PTSD, untreated. And he was really very nervous about being with people.
The wolf was his best friend. It was his way of having a bond with a living being that did not make him anxious.
But then, Peter scared the bejesus out of some neighborhood kids who came onto our property. And my father realized the wolf had to go.
He found a man who wanted a real wolf in his woods. So the wolf just was gone one day.
A few years after that, my father learned that the wolf had been sold to one of these little rural Midwest local zoos. So, we went there. And the largest pen was the wolf.
My father started saying, ‘Peter, Peter!’ And sticking his hands through the fence. And then in what would seem to be an impossible turn of events, my father convinced the people at the zoo to let him go in the cage. And they were wrestling like they used to in the backyard.
And the problem became getting my father out of the cage, ‘cause the wolf was not about to be separated from my father by an inch.
And I remember one of the keepers hit the wolf in the hindquarters with a pole and the wolf turned to snap at him. And my father went out the door.
We spoke very little the rest of the trip. He was silent. I sincerely wish that my relationship with my father had been better ‘cause I was not in the least empathetic to him. There really was no relationship except anger within me.
But it must have been incredibly hard for him, knowing that his best friend was being left behind in the cage.
I wrote a verse to a song about him once: ‘I’ll tell you the story of my father, who was born with all the gifts the gods could give, but they sent him off to fight a great war, even though he had his whole life to live. And it’s not that he came home wounded, but he came home strangled up inside.
And his only friends were the falcon and the wolf, who couldn’t understand the fear he had to hide.’
Henry Kendall with one of his falcons. Courtesy of Anita Kendall.
Henry Kendall with Peter the wolf in St. Louis, MO, circa 1962. Courtesy of Jud Esty-Kendall.
Jud Esty-Kendall with his father, Judd Esty-Kendall, and daughter, Makai, in Durham, NC, on September 29, 2018. Courtesy of Jud Esty-Kendall.