Beth Sanchez of Beth's Cakes - OKIE Magazine
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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 />
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