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Murder by Milkshake Part 2

by Eve Lazarus on October 1, 2021
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In 1965, Rene Castellani, a 40-year-old radio personality decided to murder his wife Esther with arsenic-laced milkshakes so could marry Lolly, CKNW’s 25-year-old receptionist. The couple had an 11-year-old daughter called Jeannine, who became the collateral damage in one of the most sensational murder cases of the 20th century.

This podcast episode is based on my book Murder by Milkshake: an astonishing true story of adultery, arsenic and a charismatic killer

Rene Castellani:

Rene Castellani was known for his outrageous stunts. Shortly before his wife’s death, he had climbed to the top of the BowMac sign on West Broadway and vowed to stay there until every last car on the lot sold. It took nine days.

Clowning around at Joyce Dayton’s children boutique with Esther and Jeannine, ca.1963. Courtesy Jeannine Castellani

While Rene was selling cars for a CKNW promotion, his wife Esther was in hospital. She had been ill for several months. At first she had stomach and lower back pain severe enough to keep her off work at the Kerrisdale children’s boutique, and then she had bouts of nausea and diarrhea which quickly turned into intense pain and vomiting. Her fingers and toes went numb. Esther saw several specialists, spent seven weeks in hospital, and went through more than 120 different tests before she died.

Mabel Luond (Esther’s mother), Esther and Jeannine on Granville Street, ca.1960
Disneyland:

The day after Esther’s funeral, Rene took Jeannine, Lolly and Don to Disneyland and soon the couple moved in together. In Vancouver, Esther’s doctor was still looking into the cause of her death. He went back over everything and realized that arsenic could have caused the symptoms. Dr. Moscovich had Esther’s body exhumed and the autopsy revealed that her arsenic levels were 1,500 times the normal arsenic content of the body.

Rene in handcuffs after his trial. Vancouver Sun, November 12, 1966
Arrested:

Rene was eventually arrested several months later when he and Lolly applied for a marriage license. While the case against Rene was all based on circumstantial evidence, there was a lot of it, including a box of arsenic-laden ortho triox weed killer found under his kitchen sink.

The Vancouver Police Department Homicide Squad in 1967. Bill Porteous second from right first row; Alex Reid top row left; Archie McKay top row, second from left. Courtesy Mike Porteous

New forensic technology was able to chart the amount of arsenic Esther had received through her nails and strands of her hair. What helped to convict Rene though, was that for the nine days he was sitting up on the BowMac sign there wasn’t any sign of poison and she became violently ill the evening Rene came down.

Roy Peterson’s depiction of Rene Castellani’s murder trial. Vancouver Sun, October 9, 1967

For many years Jeannine clung to her father’s innocence, even committing perjury during his trial. Rene was convicted of capital murder, but the death penalty was commuted to life in prison two weeks before he was scheduled to hang.

Within a few years, he was out on day parole, often visiting Jeannine with a different woman in tow. Within 12 years he had full parole,  remarried and became Rene the Roadrunner for an Abbotsford radio station.

Jeannine and Rene out on Parole, ca.1976. Courtesy Jeannine Castellani

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My new book: Beneath Dark Waters: The Legacy of the Empress of Ireland Shipwreck is coming out in April 2025

Show Notes:

Music:   Andreas Schuld ‘Waiting for You’

Intro :   Mark Dunn

Interviews: Jeannine Castellani; Mike Porteous (retired) superintendent Major Crimes Vancouver Police Department; George Garrett (retired) CKNW investigative reporter

Buy me a coffee promo: McBride Communications and Media

Promo: Blood, Sweat and Fear: The Story of Inspector Vance

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Related:

Murder by Milkshake Part 1 https://evelazarus.com/s2-e22-murder-by-milkshake-part-1/

Guy in the Sky https://evelazarus.com/guy-in-the-sky-the-bowmac-sign/

The Maharaja https://evelazarus.com/the-maharajah-alleebaba/

Lolly, CFun and the brill bus https://evelazarus.com/lolly-cfun-and-the-brill-trolley-bus/

 

 

Murder by Milkshake Part 1

by Eve Lazarus on September 24, 2021
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In 1965, Rene Castellani, a 40-year-old radio personality decided to murder his wife Esther with arsenic-laced milkshakes so could marry Lolly, CKNW’s 25-year-old receptionist. The couple had an 11-year-old daughter called Jeannine, who became the collateral damage in one of the most sensational murder cases of the 20th century.

This podcast episode is based on my book Murder by Milkshake: an astonishing true story of adultery, arsenic and a charismatic killer

Audio clips from CKNW’s Owl Prowl, 1961. Photo Rene Castellani and Jack Cullen (courtesy Colleen Hardwick).

I’ve had a fascination with the Castellani murder case ever since I first saw the true-crime exhibit at the Vancouver Police Museum in the 1990s. This crime had all the ingredients for a movie of the week: an adulterous middle-aged celebrity husband, who, rather than fight for divorce and face the wrath of the Catholic Church, decided to poison his wife with arsenic so that he could marry Lolly Miller, the 25-year-old receptionist.

Esther and Rene Castellani married in 1946 they were both 21. Photo courtesy Jeannine Castellani

I’ve read various accounts of the murder over the years, even written about it myself in At Home with History, grounding the story in the house, or in this case, the duplex, where most of the poisoning took place. Occasionally, I’ve told the story on the radio, usually around Halloween, and then, in 2011, I wrote a post about it on my blog Every Place Has a Story.

2092 West 42nd, where Esther Castellani was slowly poisoned to death in 1965. Eve Lazarus photo, 2018

The blog post changed everything, because, fortunately for me, I had made a mistake.

Debbie Miller wrote to tell me that Lolly had a son called Don, not a daughter, as I had written. And her husband Don would very much like to find Jeannine Castellani, because he’d been searching for her for nearly 50 years. I wrote back and thanked Debbie and said I would also like to find Jeannine.

And then, in June 2017, Jeannine found me.

Jeannine and her daughter Ashley came to my book launch for Blood, Sweat, and Fear at the Vancouver Police Museum. The museum had put their true crime exhibits in the morgue which was next to the autopsy suite and where we had set up our cash bar, and where Esther’s body had once lain.

I told Jeannine that Don had been looking for her, and she got quite emotional. She had also been searching for Don for nearly half a century.

So why write a book about what is already one of the most sensational and well-known murders in Vancouver’s history?

Well, for several reasons. It took place in the 1960s—a decade of incredible change. On the one hand, you have conservative, small-town Vancouver and two juries that convicted Rene mostly because of his infidelity. On the other hand, you have free love and be-ins, hippies and the Beatles, and a seismic political, cultural, and legal shift happening all over North America.

It was the era of Mad Men, of gin breakfasts and martini lunches­. It was a 19th century-style murder solved by a 20th century doctor and old-fashioned police work.

And it was a time when the death sentence was still on the table.

Esther and Jeannine ca.1964. Courtesy Jeannine Castellani

But, most of all, I wanted to write the book and now create this podcast to tell Jeannine’s story.

My new book: Beneath Dark Waters: The Legacy of the Empress of Ireland Shipwreck is coming out in April 2025

SHOW NOTES

Sponsors: Forbidden Vancouver Walking Tours and Erin Hakin Jewellery

Music:   Andreas Schuld ‘Waiting for You’

Intro and voiceovers:   Mark Dunn

Interviews: former CKNW staffers George Garrett and Norm Grohmann; Jeannine Castellani.

Buy me a coffee promo: McBride Communications and Media

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Iaci’s Casa Capri

by Eve Lazarus on March 16, 2019
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Iaci’s Casa Capri Restaurant at 1022 Seymour Street was a Vancouver institution for more than 50 years. It closed in 1982.

Iaci’s is the house on the far left in this 1981 photo of the 1000 block Seymour Street. Courtesy CVA 779-E06.35

Story from: Vancouver Exposed: Searching for the City’s Hidden History

Rick Iaci was driving down Seymour Street one day when he was horrified to see dozens of framed photographs being thrown into a dumpster outside #1022—the house that was a family restaurant for more than 50 years. He stopped and put as many as he could into his car, and in that moment, saved a piece of Vancouver’s history.

Photo of Eva and Frank Iaci saved from the dumpster. Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller
The Iaci’s:

Frank and Eva Iaci, cousins to the Filippone’s who ran the Penthouse across the street, raised their six children in the home, and turned it into a bootlegging joint during the Depression. Eva started making plates of pasta so her customers could have something to eat while they drank. The menu was simple—spaghetti with meatballs, T-bone steak, ravioli, chicken cacciatore. A card clipped to the menu read “Dear God. Please save us from the Italian man that expects us to cook as well as his mother. How in the hell can we when his wife can’t?”

Her food was so popular that the house became known as Casa Capri. The family called it #1022, locals just called it Iaci’s.

Mary and Rick Iaci, Jeannine and Ashley at the book launch for Murder by Milkshake, November 2018. Scott Alexander photo
The Castellani’s:

Iaci’s was gone by the time I arrived in Vancouver, and I first heard about it when I was researching Murder by Milkshake. Before Rene Castellani murdered his wife, he, Esther and their daughter Jeannine, would spend a few nights a week in the restaurant, helping out in the kitchen or just hanging out.

“We were at Iaci’s all the time. I don’t even know how many times a week,” says Jeannine. “We never sat in the restaurant. We were always in the kitchen where they were cooking.” When it got late, Jeannine was put to bed in Eva’s downstairs suite which also harboured the illegal booze. “When the police came in, they never checked because they saw me there, sound asleep,” she says.

The fabulous Big Fanny Annie performed at the Penthouse in the early ’70s. Courtesy Rick and Mary Iaci

Customers could park for free in the tiny lot in the back, go through the basement, climb up the stairs to the back porch and then enter through the kitchen. Someone would be there to greet them, take their coats, and find them a seat in one of the three small front rooms, where they could check out the Iaci’s old wedding photos or framed covers of Life and Look magazines.

Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller
The washroom:

Rick remembers the bathroom being covered in stock certificates. One night a broker was using the facilities when he noticed that one of the old stocks was worth money. “They took down half the wall to get it,” says Rick. The magazine covers went up after that.

Casa Capri was the place to go for anyone looking for a good meal and a drink late at night. After performing at the Palomar or the Cave stars such as Dean Martin, Red Skelton, Tom Jones, Louis Armstrong, and Sonny and Cher would head to Iaci’s with an autographed photo made out to one of the family members—usually one of Eva’s daughters—Koko, Teenie and Toots.

Signed to Tootsie and Teenie from the Mills Brothers. Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller

Rick is now the guardian for the old photos. He spent every Saturday night for more than ten years at Casa Capri, sometimes as the bartender when the regular guy didn’t turn up. Once he asked Eva why they were using Tang in the Vodka and orange juice. She told him: “If it’s good enough for the astronauts, it’s good enough for our customers.”

The Kim Sisters performed at the Cave in 1966. Courtesy Rick and Mary Iaci

In 2005, Eva and Frank Iaci were posthumously inducted into the BC Restaurant Hall of Fame.

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George Garrett: Intrepid Reporter

by Eve Lazarus on February 23, 2019
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If you listened to CKNW any time from the mid-1950s to the end of the ‘90s, you’ll remember George Garrett.

George Garrett in the CKNW news cruiser in 1959

His memoir, George Garrett Intrepid Reporter has just been published, and it’s a great ride through four decades of politics, disasters, consumer investigations and murders.

I met George in the mid-1990s, when I was a Vancouver Sun reporter at the beginning of my career and George was nearing the end of his. I’d studied some of his investigative work in journalism school which included going undercover as a tow truck operator to expose a scam in the ‘70s and covering a riot at the B.C. Pen.

George reporting from the North Shore in 1982. Alex Waterhouse-Hayward photo

Known as “Gentleman George,” because in the competitive world of journalism, he was just so darn nice. Daphne Bramham told me she once arrived late to a scrum and George handed her his notes. She asked him why he’d do that—a reporter from a competing media outlet—and he just said ‘why not?’

George helped me when I was researching Murder by Milkshake, my book about the murder of Esther by her husband CKNW personality Rene Castellani who was having an affair with Lolly, the young receptionist. George worked with Rene and knew “Lolly the dolly,” and covered the case for the station during Rene’s two trials for capital murder.

George covered the murder trial of Jeannine’s mother by her father Rene Castellani in 1966, but this was the first time he met Jeannine. Ashley Waller photo, 2018

George was there for all the major events. He covered the Second Narrows Bridge collapse in 1958 that claimed 19 lives and the Hope slide of January 1965.

He wrote the book the same way he reported his stories, with humour and compassion, relying on brief notes and memory. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t go to great means to get a good story, and some of the methods he used are not only very funny, but should be required reading for journalism students.

He covered some of the most sensational murders of last century. There was the disappearance of Lynn Duggan in 1993, and the discovery of her skull in the North Vancouver forest a year later. Her boyfriend, a former VPD police officer was eventually charged in her murder and that of another girlfriend.

George covering the arrest of a woman in Clayoquot Sound in 1993 for CKNW

There was 19-year-old Sian Simmonds, sexually assaulted by her doctor and murdered by a hitman to stop her reporting him and ending his medical career.

George personally knew Doris Leatherbarrow and her daughter Sharon Heunemann who ran a lady’s wear shop in North Delta, and whose son/grandson Darren recruited two teenage friends to murder them so he could inherit the money. George went to the funeral and was shocked when Sharon’s husband wrote a eulogy with an unflattering description of her in gym wear. “After the service, I complimented the minister on how well he had conducted the service and commented on the husband’s eulogy, saying I wanted to make sure I quoted it correctly,” writes George. It was a thinly veiled attempt on my part to get that eulogy—and it worked! The minister reached into his inner jacket pocket and handed me the eulogy. I admit that sometimes I was shameless in order to get a good story.”

You can meet George at his Vancouver book launch at the Book Warehouse on Main Street, on Tuesday March 12 at 7:00 p.m.

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The Maharajah of Alleebaba

by Eve Lazarus on January 26, 2019
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Last week, Bob Shiell sent me a note telling me that he worked with Rene Castellani at CKNW in the early 1960s, and was a huge force in one of the station’s most visible promotions—the Maharajah of Alleebaba.

From Murder by Milkshake: an astonishing true story of adultery, arsenic, and a charismatic killer

I wrote about Rene the Maharajah in Murder by Milkshake, but Bob added a personal twist.

Rene Castellani and Bob Shiell in 1963, courtesy Bob Shiell
1963:

In 1963, Bob was 22 and worked in the promotions department for CKNW. Rival station CKLG had brought up Marvin Miller, an actor in a US-show called the Millionaire (1955-1960) where Miller give away money to people he’d never met. CKLG saw this as a great way to boost ratings in the upcoming BBM wars and had Miller go around town handing out cash.

“We had to come up with an idea for something that would counter that,” says Bob, and the Maharajah was born. “The idea was that he was coming over to buy the province of British Columbia.”

When I was researching Murder by Milkshake, Tony Antonias (who just died on Friday at age 89 and will always be remembered for Woodwards $1.49 day jingle), told me that he had come up with the title Maharajah of Alleebaba.

Courtesy Bob Shiell
Rene Castellani:

Rene was hired and dressed up as the Maharajah. Bob played Ugie, his driver and wore a red tunic and striped pants. The black Rolls Royce was a loan from one of the station’s owners—Robert Ballard, of Dr. Ballard’s dog food. They hired an off-duty motorcycle cop who provided an escort, and two women who normally did in-store food demonstrations for the station were dressed up as harem girls.

“We had a crossed sword logo made with sticky tape and we put that on the passenger and the driver’s door, and I found a little flag—the kind of embassy flag that you see on the President’s car. It was actually the flag of the Republic of Germany, but nobody noticed,” says Bob.

The Maharajah at a BC Lions game at Empire Stadium. Courtesy VPL)
Borrowed a Rolls:

They stashed the Rolls at Bob’s Mum’s house on Granville Street, met there each morning and got changed in the basement. For two weeks the entourage drove around Vancouver—to clubs, restaurants, hotels, drive-ins, and a BC Lions game at Empire Stadium, often accompanied by a CKNW reporter named Sherwin Shragge (yes, that’s his real name) who would interview them on radio.

“I had this big leather suitcase handcuffed to my wrist full of silver dollars,” says Bob. “I would go around and give people a silver dollar from the Maharajah.”

Rene, says Bob, was a great guy to work with. “He just loved it, he was a born Maharajah, he loved the attention, he loved the harem girls, he loved riding around in the rolls Royce, it was the ideal role for him.”

In fact, it was so successful that locals got out with their hand made signs that said “Keep BC British.”

“A lot of people took it really seriously, they really bought into this whole idea, they did a really good job of selling this concept of a guy coming in to buy the province,” says Bob.

A little over a year later, Rene Castellani would become famous for poisoning his wife Esther with arsenic milkshakes . Read the story in Murder by Milkshake.

Murder by Milkshake is now a two-episode Cold Case Canada podcast:

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Glen McDonald: Vancouver’s Colourful Coroner

by Eve Lazarus on January 19, 2019
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Glen McDonald was easily Vancouver’s most colourful coroner. He called himself the “Ombudsman of the Dead” and served from 1954 to 1980.

Glen McDonald 1979
Glen McDonald, Vancouver Sun 1979

If I was able to go back in time and choose six people to interview, Glen McDonald would be high up on the list. I got to know him while I was researching Murder by Milkshake, and his 1985 book How Come I’m Dead? has a prime position on the book shelf above my desk.

McDonald was Vancouver’s coroner from 1954 to 1980. Unlike the star of CBC’s new show Coroner, McDonald was not a doctor. In BC—and I’m quoting from a government job posting—there are 32 full-time coroners with backgrounds in law, medicine, investigation and journalism.

Ombudsman of the Dead:

McDonald, who was a lawyer and a judge, called himself the “Ombudsman of the Dead.” He told people it was his job to find the cause of death in order to help the living, and he did this from his morgue on East Cordova Street (now the Vancouver Police Museum and Archives) where an average of 1,100 bodies passed through each year. He smoked 50 cigarettes a day, drank beer and spirits kept beside forensic specimens in an office fridge, and conducted one or two inquests a week that looked into deaths ranging from shootings and stabbings to drug overdoses and traffic accidents.

You can visit McDonald’s old morgue and Coroner’s Court at the Vancouver Police Museum, 240 East Cordova Street. Courtesy VPM
Finding Cause of Death:

His job was to assemble a jury and determine whether death was natural, accidental, suicide, or homicide. After he retired, he admitted to occasionally lying to priests so that his Catholic victims could be buried in consecrated ground. He’d say he hadn’t reached a conclusion. The funeral would go ahead as if the death was not a suicide and McDonald would sign the death certificate when the body was safely in the ground.

He said his job was to find the cause of death in order to protect the living, and he investigated everything from deaths by shooting, stabbing, and strangulation, to poisoning, suicide, drug overdoses, and death by traffic, rail and boat accidents.

Ironworkers Memorial Bridge

He officiated over the Inquest of 18 men who were killed when the Second Narrows Bridge collapsed while under construction in 1958. And, he was in charge when CP Flight 21 blew up over the BC Interior killing all 52 people on board in 1965.

One of his more famous cases was the death of Aussie actor Errol Flynn in 1959. Flynn, 50, was in Vancouver with his 17-year-old girlfriend trying to sell his yacht Zaca to a local millionaire. He had a heart attack while at a party in the West End and ended up in McDonald’s morgue. (The full story is in Sensational Vancouver).

Murder by Milkshake:

The first time McDonald came across death by arsenic poisoning was in 1965 with the murder of Esther Castellani. The first thing he did was install himself in the science section of the VPL and read everything he could find about arsenic poisoning. As he wrote in How Come I’m Dead? he suspected that Rene Castellani had been at the library some months before, doing exactly the same thing.

My favourite McDonaldism is when he gained national notoriety for calling Bingo Canada’s most dangerous sport. He was referring to the number of seniors who were run over while walking to their weekly games.

McDonald died 23 years ago—on January 23, 1996. He was 77.

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