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Who the heck is Lucille?<br />

You have to wait. That’s the<br />

rest <strong>of</strong> the story.<br />

Depending on who is<br />

telling the story or when,<br />

Lucille was born in San<br />

Antonio, Texas, on March<br />

23, 1905 or 1906 or 1908.<br />

The 1910 census shows her<br />

<br />

didn’t start recording births<br />

until 1908. For reasons<br />

known only to her, Lucille<br />

used 1908 as the date <strong>of</strong><br />

her birth in later years. One<br />

thing I can state positively;<br />

Lucille was born.<br />

Lucille’s father, Thomas<br />

LeSueur, left her mother,<br />

Anna Bell Johnson, about<br />

the time <strong>of</strong> Lucille’s birth<br />

and Anna Bell brought<br />

her baby to Lawton,<br />

Oklahoma, Again, there is<br />

some confusion about the<br />

year.<br />

On Fourth Street across<br />

the alley from the old<br />

City Hall was the Ramsey<br />

Building, which contained hotel<br />

<br />

Drug, and the Ramsey Opera<br />

House which usually had traveling<br />

Vaudeville shows.<br />

The Opera House was operated<br />

by Mr. Henry J. Cassin whom Anna<br />

Bell married at some point. They<br />

lived at 910 D Avenue in a small but<br />

nice house which is still standing.<br />

Lucille, who preferred to be<br />

called Billie by her friends and<br />

playmates, whom she entertained<br />

by producing her own shows. She<br />

loved to dance and drew some <strong>of</strong><br />

her shows from what she had seen<br />

at the Opera House.<br />

Across the street was a boy at<br />

least ten years older than Lucille<br />

named Don Blanding. Not a<br />

playmate, Don has importance to<br />

Lucille’s story for a special reason.<br />

One day she was playing and got in<br />

Memories <strong>of</strong> Yesteryear:<br />

Lucille Lived in Lawton<br />

the path <strong>of</strong><br />

a speeding<br />

car. Don<br />

told <strong>of</strong><br />

heroically<br />

making<br />

a football<br />

tackle on<br />

the little girl<br />

to remove<br />

her from<br />

danger.<br />

On<br />

another<br />

occasion,<br />

Lucille cut her foot badly and Don<br />

carried her home to be cared for.<br />

Don Blanding became known later<br />

as The Vagabond Poet and was<br />

involved in directing some short<br />

<br />

For varied reasons, depending<br />

on the teller <strong>of</strong> the story, the family<br />

moved to Kansas City about 1916<br />

where the family split up and Lucille<br />

<br />

before being placed in St. Agnes<br />

Catholic boarding school where<br />

she eventually had to work for her<br />

keep.<br />

Lucille never lost her desire to<br />

dance and entertain and, with all<br />

odds against her, she became a<br />

top Hollywood star named Joan<br />

Crawford.<br />

In the 1930s Lucille/Joan<br />

happened to meet an old<br />

acquaintance, Don Blanding, and<br />

by Arlie D. Wood<br />

asked him, “Do you know you once<br />

saved my life.” She asked Don for<br />

a poem.<br />

The Little Girl Across the<br />

Street<br />

by Don Blanding<br />

She was just the little girl who<br />

lived across the street, All legs<br />

and curl and great big eyes and<br />

restless dancing feet,<br />

As vivid as a humming bird, As<br />

bright and swift and gay, A child<br />

who played at make believe<br />

throughout the livelong day.<br />

With tattered old lace curtains<br />

and a battered feather fan, She<br />

swept and preened as “actress”<br />

with grubby snub nosed clan<br />

Of neighborhood kids for<br />

audience enchanted with the<br />

play, A prairie Bernhardt for a<br />

while and then she went away.<br />

We missed her on the little<br />

street, her laughter and her fun<br />

Until the dull years blurred her<br />

name as years have ever done.<br />

A great premiere in<br />

Hollywood…the lights, the crowd<br />

the cars, The frenzied noise <strong>of</strong><br />

greeting to the famous movie<br />

stars,<br />

The jewels, the lace, the<br />

ermine coats, the ballyhoo<br />

and cries, The peacock<br />

women’s promenade, the bright<br />

mascaraed eyes…<br />

The excited whisper as a<br />

limousine draws near’ “Oh, look,<br />

It’s Joan, It’s Joan It’s Joan” on<br />

every side I hear<br />

The chatter, gossip,<br />

envy,sighs, conjectures, wonder,<br />

praise, As memory races back<br />

to early prairie days,<br />

The little girl across the<br />

street… the funny child I knew<br />

Who dared to dream her<br />

splendid dreams<br />

And make her dreams come<br />

true.<br />

<strong>OKIE</strong> MAGAZINE www.okiemagazine.com Page 9

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