lucille-ball

dilemmas of the heart

i know the whole point of weeding is to be discerning, objective, unbiased, and unemotional when discarding books. i do my darndest to be. i just got rid of the newmarket pictorial moviebook for chicago, a favorite movie and musical of mine. it hurt. but i will never, EVER get rid of a book on the subject of lucille ball, no matter how little it circulates. i am not a perfect woman. i just cannot bring myself to do it, even if i would be able to take the book home to have on my own shelves. who am i to deny the patrons of my community the joy of reading about the most hilarious woman ever? watching i love lucy is better, of course, but the books are very important too. i ain’t sorry.

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Happy Birthday Lucy  August 6, 1911 - ∞

Most comedy writers consider themselves lucky if a star realizes 60% of the values they’ve written into a script. Lucy, somehow, returned about 125%. Unexpected qualities appeared out of nowhere. Little, human, ordinary, recognizable values. Inflections that were exactly the way your mother, or the lady bus driver used to sound. She was everywoman. Ask her to be a tough showgirl and you got back a broad who simply could not look and move like that unless she’d been pumping bumps and grinds in a burlesque house for twenty years. Ask her for royalty and she became a queen. And she kept astounding us that way. The audience never had the feeling that they were watching her act. If you looked carefully, you would marvel that every fiber in the woman’s body was contributing to the illusion. Her hands, her feet, her knees, every cell would be doing the right thing. This was an exceptionally talented young lady, and I don’t know enough superlatives to do her justice.”

— Jess Oppenheimer, writer, I Love Lucy

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“I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.”

Happy Birthday, Lucille Ball (August 6th 1911)

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HAPPY 105TH BIRTHDAY, LUCILLE BALL! | AUGUST 6TH, 1911 - APRIL 26TH, 1989

“My Mom spent a lot of time with Lucie and me. She attended school plays and Little League games, helped me with my homework, and made an effort to get to know my friends. She took us to Disneyland and followed us around with a home movie camera. She even tape recorded interviews with us. Mom saved everything from our childhood and kept boxes of boxes of moments, including baby shoes, our drawings, and all the gifts her fans sent when I was born” -Desi Arnaz Jr.

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Rest In Peace Lucille Désirée Ball // August 6, 1911 - April 26, 1989 

“I was driving to work on the 405 freeway in Los Angeles during rush hour. Naturally, I had the radio on for company. When the disc jockey announced that Lucy had died, I slowed down and immediately began to cry. After about a minute, I realized that I had stopped completely on a very busy highway. I immediately looked around and saw that every car around me in both directions was stopped, and all of the passengers were shedding tears. We all sort of looked at one another, shared the moment, took a deep breath, and began to drive again.” -The Lucy Book

“It may be that during business hours God and the angels only sit around watching six-part documentaries and Bill Moyers. But back in the “family quarters” I bet they switch to I Love Lucy. And that’s how I know there is laughter in heaven. Because a God who would have created her would never let her laughter be far from home.” - Diane Sawyer delivering Lucille Ball’s eulogy

I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
—  Lucille Ball