I learned things I didn’t know.
How hard it was to sell the I Love Lucy show. Not until Philip Morris came on board as a sponsor, would any network take it, CBS finally stepping up.
Lucy claimed her friend, the late Carole Lombard recently killed in a plane crash, spoke to her in a dream telling her to go for it…get I love Lucy on the air.
Desi Arnaz was brilliant, the first to use multiple cameras to film the show like a play…from start to finish…in front of a live audience.
He was a huge drunk no one would hire anymore. Desi took him to lunch and said, “If you don’t show up once, I’ll cover for you…twice I’ll do it again. But the third time, not only will you be fired, but you’ll never work again.”
He was never late once.
Lucy wasn’t so keen on Vivian at first…said she didn’t look like a landlady. Overhearing this Vivian said, “Don’t worry, I photograph frumpy.”
They eventually became best friends.
Desi’s philandering is no secret, but according to Kanfer it was more like a sickness along with his alcoholism. Made me wince reading how often Lucy was hurt and humiliated.
He apparently never felt respected because he was a wetback, an expression no one would dare use today, but in the 50s, he knew, that’s what people called him behind his back, along with Mr. Ball.
Lucy suffered several miscarriages before she had Lucie, who was supposed to be named Susan. While she was in the recovery room, Desi named her Lucie because one Lucy, he said, wasn’t enough.
It’s sad when they finally after years of trying to make it work, divorced. I found myself weeping along with the kids wishing the Ricardos in real life would kiss and make up just one more time.
They both went on to marry other people, but never stopped loving each other.
As Desi said in an interview right before he died of lung cancer in 1986…