In Memory of Dad: Chess, Parenting & Crossing Borders

March, 1993: my father, me, and my newborn Clarissa Root

This is my first Father’s Day without a father, as my dad, Wallace M. Rudolph, died on March 18. My sister Sarah wrote my dad’s obituary, describing him as an “eternal optimist.” My dad trusted others completely. His favorite story about when I was a baby sets the framework. My dad, at that time a professor at The University of Nebraska College of Law, was asked to be one of the defense lawyers for Duane Earl Pope, who killed three people and paralyzed a fourth. There was some concern about where to jail Pope. My dad told the court that Pope could stay with him, his wife, and his newborn. The court didn’t allow that housing arrangement. When I was old enough to ask questions, I asked my dad why he offered to house Duane. My dad told me that Duane had been temporarily insane when he killed. My dad was emphasizing the “temporary” part of insanity to the court when he offered our home for Duane.

My dad taught me chess when I was five years old. He let me win every game, which I liked. My mom never learned to play chess. She let my dad handle all chess-related arrangements. My dad was not a tournament player and did not know the more esoteric rules of chess such as en passant. When I was nine years old, I asked him to stop letting me win. I was soon able to win against him “for real.” I began attending the Lincoln Chess Club in February of 1975.

Eight months after my first tournament, my dad spotted a newspaper article about the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (UNL) chess team winning the 1975 Pan American Intercollegiate Team Championship. UNL’s first board was national master Loren Schmidt. My dad contacted Loren, who started teaching me chess. In under age 13 tournaments, I routinely won the “first place” trophy and my friend Angel Niedfeld won the “first girl” trophy. The boys were shut out, tournament after tournament. The boys’ parents complained. So then the tournament organizers came up with a new structure for the under age 13 trophies: First Overall, First Boy, and First Girl. I was the Nebraska Elementary Co-Champion in 1976.

My family moved to Washington State in the summer of 1976, for my dad’s new position as dean of the University of Puget Sound School of Law. My dad located the Tacoma Chess Club and soon I was attending it every week. My dad also found tournaments for me, such as the 1977 Northwest Junior Open (won by John Donaldson, directed by Korneljis “Neil” Dale). I have a photocopy of a letter my dad wrote to Neil Dale: “July 5, 1977 Mr. K. Dale 1201 NE 189th Portland, OR 97230 Dear Mr. Dale: Enclosed is Check No. 406 in the amount of $8.00 entry fee for Alexey Rudolph for the Northwest Junior Open which is to be held on July 9th and 10th. Sincerely yours, Wallace M. Rudolph.”

My dad read my monthly Chess Life & Review magazine before I did, which I found annoying because he would ruin the surprise of what my new rating was. In those old days, you found out your new rating on the mailing label of your magazine. You couldn’t just log into uschess.org to find out your new rating.

My dad loved buying technology, starting businesses, and playing tennis. He bought me the Fidelity Chess Challenger 1, the first home chess computer. I didn’t like it and asked him to return it. We owned the home version of Pong. One of my dad’s businesses was the Lincoln Racquet Club, home of the first indoor tennis courts in Lincoln, as my dad wanted to play tennis year-round. According to a 1974 newspaper article, $500,000+ had been invested to have eight customers paying $17.60/hour. Despite its initial problems, the Lincoln Racquet Club is still in operation in 2017.

When my dad wanted us to partner with Yasser Seirawan on chess flash cards, I told him that I was not interested. From the early years of the Lincoln Racquet Club, I was aware of how tough starting a business could be. Yasser instead partnered with Elmer Hovermale (owner of Elmo’s Books) for Yasser’s Flash Tactics. I have a set of the cards, likely a collector’s item now.

My father with me, as a newborn

My dad thought I should get around on my own, as when he was 13 he was already driving (illegally) on the country roads near his family’s farm in Elgin, IL. From May of 1979 until June of 1980, I collected 22 Greyhound receipts in my scrapbook. Some of those Greyhound bus trips were from Tacoma to Seattle. Once in Seattle, I would then catch a city bus to the Lake City Community Center, to play in chess tournaments organized and directed by Robert A. Karch.

When I first took a Greyhound to Vancouver, BC, at age 13, my dad forgot about the border that I would have to cross. I had no ID, no permission letter from my parents, and less than $50 on me. The Canadian officials told me that I was likely travelling to be a child prostitute on Granville Street. I cried, showed them my chess clock, and they let me continue on to Vancouver. I stayed with a Canadian who had volunteered to be my chess coach (for free) after my match with Bob Ferguson. Although my first few trips to the Canadian’s apartment were okay (after that first traumatic border crossing, I traveled with a permission letter from my dad), in retrospect “grooming” occurred. The outcome is familiar to anyone who reads salacious newspaper accounts of one-on-one teacher-student or coach-athlete encounters. There were several instances of abuse when I was 14 and 15 years old. I did not tell my mom until months after the last incident.

My dad said that he had trusted the Canadian because the Canadian was married and had a respected profession. When I was 16, my dad drove me to Vancouver so that I could testify at a hearing that my dad had requested in front of the Canadian’s professional board. That board put restrictions on how that Canadian practiced his profession, which pleased me. I did not want any other child to experience what I went through with the Canadian. Because of what my dad and I accomplished through the hearing, perhaps that Canadian never abused again.

Before the first incident of abuse, I was at a normal weight and did not date. After the abuse began, I overate and over-dated. Even after the hearing, my self-image and my behavior did not improve. Despite graduating cum laude at age 17 from the University of Puget Sound, I worked a series of minimum wage jobs (motel maid and front desk clerk in Pendleton, OR; administrative assistant in San Francisco, CA; waitress, cook, and espresso bar operator at the Last Exit in Seattle, WA). I also played a lot of chess. One of my dad’s favorite sayings was “You can never be too rich or too thin.” So, of course, he wanted me to change. He asked me to try two things that had worked for him: the army and law school. Dutifully, I visited an army recruiting office. But I was told that at 5’ 4” and 143 pounds I was too fat to join the army. (The maximum weight in 1983 was 135 for my gender/height/age.) My dad was disappointed, as he had fond memories of serving during the Korean War in the army’s Judge Advocate General’s Corps. I dropped out after one semester at the University of Washington School of Law.

Then I earned my teaching credentials at the University of Washington. At age 21, I taught summer school (a high school credit recovery program) at Kelso High School (WA). I celebrated my 22nd birthday on the same day that one of my summer school students turned 21 years old. After teaching for that summer of 1987 and then for two years (1987-1989) at Bakersfield High School (CA), I began a Ph.D. program in education at UCLA, married, and had two children. I took the maximum amount of leave from my doctoral program as my family established itself in Texas. Drafts of my dissertation went back and forth, via surface mail, between me and my committee chairs. In 1999, I finished my Ph.D. and became a senior lecturer at The University of Texas at Dallas, working half-time for every fall and spring semester, a position I still hold today. Teaching online facilitated my stay-at-home parenting. Since I teach online, I teach from home. Most teachers have to actually show up in person. When I taught at summer chess camps, I brought my children along as chess campers.

My dad divorced my mom, his second wife, and remarried in 1998 in his new home state of Florida. I never met his third wife and her two children. And I rarely saw my dad after his third marriage. However, I wrote about my dad in some of my articles. I wanted him to know that I was thinking about him. After I emailed him my article on Bob Ferguson, he emailed back his legal opinion on the Trump travel ban case. Our last email exchange, and the last time I heard from him, was after I sent him this article, where I had once again mentioned that my dad had taught me chess. My dad replied via email, “I printed the article. It was very nice and complimentary. Chess certainly has played a big part in your life.”

I followed a protective-helicopter model compared to my dad’s free-range parenting model. This article highlighted my negative Canadian experiences as a young teenager, reminding other parents to never leave their child one-on-one with a coach or teacher. Know the signs of abuse. And pay attention to where national borders are! On the other hand, I respect my dad for believing me about the abuse and for helping me follow through with bringing that Canadian to justice. It is important to support victims of abuse and my dad supported me. He loved me and I love him.

Alexey with her daughter Clarissa

I had positive experiences growing up with chess too. Some of the people I met through chess decades ago are still my friends today. As a teenager, I was one of the most active female chess players in the U.S. If I had not played all of those games, I might not have become good enough at chess to win the 1989 U.S. Women’s and to earn a peak US Chess rating of 2260. Without my dad, I likely would never have learned the rules of chess, much less become a master of it.

WIM Dr. Alexey Root is a frequent contributor at US Chess and an author. You can find out more about a series of Denton library simuls (the next one on July 22) she will be giving here. 

Comments

  1. Quite a riveting article, Alexey. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been to share such traumatic details of your life. I admire your courage to do this, and I think your father would be very proud of you.

  2. It is amazing how damaging these incidents are, you should be proud of your self for continuing on professionally and in chess. Keep it up, ars longa, vita brevis

  3. Calls for a triple shot expresso coffee right now. I just could not believe my eyes. Blood and knives ,real deal thriller, survival of the princess plus 22 greyhound bus tickets. Starts out squeaky clean,cutsy, adorably and you have not the slightest idea that you are about to meet the certified Everest monster in brief shadow .it is electrifying, the event of a lifetime to read this in US Chess ..this is no US Chess kiddieland nonsense but the real deal for all chess readers to both survive and enjoy. …. enter the real Chess Coney island.. Vitolins jumping off that bridge, fierce rivalry, colorful analysis , suicides, great promoters, drama,chess danger, actual chess murders, parental advice, triumph of the princess over evil like Snow White…as some readers may know I have been fortunate witness to several all time classic film makers (San Francisco/ New Orleans) for more than 50 years. I am telling you this is A MONSTER MOVIE. Terror across the border. Hitchcock on the Greyhound.Mommie Dearest. You must as a film maker make little Alexey totally alone on that bus. The viewer must be twisting in chair, squeamish,quaking in his boots and will feel like part of that greyhound bus when THE ALEXEY goes through the terminal..it has to have chess all over it as the certified monster circles. And best of all ALEXEY ROOT has the raw unmitigated guts to shove you against the wall.TELL IT LIKE IT IS. No Surrender. You will be screaming. This will hit all over the world.Alexey Root will be forever remembered for her survival sketch. Thanks US Chess for this staggering read. Briefly, for just one moment only, I was afraid to turn off the lights.I could not even remember for just a moment.. where the light switch was. Jude Acers/New Orleans

    • Thanks for sharing Alexey, I know how painful that must have been, even today. I too suffered abuse, but I was much, much younger. I told my wife and children my story,and one of my brothers, Jaime. I only told them a couple of years ago. I found that to be freeing, and allowed me to release negative energy that had nearly consumed me and help me become a more productive person. I met you then at the Tacoma Chess Club and am privileged that you even remember me now. So very pleased pleased with your success. Thanks for sharing your story Alexey. Those that live in the dark can begin to see the light that revealing will give to their spirit. And, others like me understand and it helps us continue to heal as well. And,

  4. Great color photo of 3 generations. And, the photo in the news clipping of you playing your dad is priceless!

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