The other day, quite by chance whilst looking for some photos, I read about the proposed auction of some possessions of the late Lucille Ball. Well, all fine and dandy you might say, and, as a rule, I think that auctions like these are fine if the family are OK with it - and if the items for auction are things that aren't too personal. However, this proposed auction included love letters to Lucille's second husband, Gary Morton, and some of the many awards she received throughout her life. I mean, really!? Maybe I'm naive, but I think it's disgusting that anyone would even think of auctioning such personal things like that! So, I was relieved when I read that Lucille's daughter, Lucie, was fighting against these items not being put up for auction. Susie Morton, whom Gary married after Lucille died, is the one "providing" the items.
Apparently, the items were left to Lucie in Lucille's will, but Susie says (LOL, this is getting to sound a bit like an I Love Lucy ep.!!) that they were left to Gary. However, in another place I read that Susie "says" (Oh, the media!!) that Lucie never collected them, which I suppose implies that they were left to Lucie - but quite frankly, which source do you decide to trust!? Anyway, whether they were or they weren't, she did or she didn't, I really couldn't care less. The thing that gets me is the fact that this Susie Morton wants to sell someone's love letters...her own husband's love letters, no less. Why not just hand them over to Lucie!? Has she no class? It's kind of sickening really...
I wish I had enough money to fly over to the auction, buy the letters and hand them over to Lucille's daughter ;D
Ooh, I just got a news flash!! Apparently, an agreement has been reached - Lucie gets the lifetime achievement awards and they'll be displayed in a museum in honouring her mother. Well, at least one thing's sorted. Silly little naive me is still annoyed and feeling let down by the world, though.
Oh, and I forgot to mention yesterday that my Barbara Stanwyck box set did come, but the place I ordered it from somehow managed to get Stany and John Barrymore confused...
Riddle me that.
