The Falling

My apologies for not posting in so long–it’s been a busy past few months.

Here is a passage I wrote for my upcoming book, “Human Wreckage” about my life as Lucille Ricksen. I will not be using this chapter–I wrote this about a year ago and have since changed the way I’ll be writing my book thus making this chapter useless. Thought I’d share it since it is very personal to me & I feel it’s beneficial to those who are searching for the truth of some things.

This has not been edited much and is a very rough cut of my writing–there will be errors but should still be an interesting read.

This is all in the point of view of Lucille Ricksen.

Hope you enjoy.

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The Falling

“I’ve never known anyone so full of joy”
Lois would sob as news of my death became public. Other co stars would say,
“She was a sweet natured girl who gave happiness to everyone she met”
Newspapers published that I had died from a broken heart–a victim of the worlds cruelty. In reality, I was a victim of Hollywood.
I was laid to rest the day before Sydney’s [Sydney Chaplin] birthday, March 15th.
Jack and Mary Pickford, the Chaplin brothers, Lois and others decorated my coffin with beautiful flowers. Many celebrities attended; it seemed only like a Hollywood gathering. A big party. Definitely not an event where they laid a little girl to rest.
There were also some anonymous grievers surrounding the venue of the tightley woven famous crowd. Those who wanted to send their wishes and respect.
Like I had wished in the last weeks of my life, I was cremated. My mothers ashes were mixed among mine and we were interred in Forest Lawn Memorial Park. I was one of the earliest stars to be locked in the stone shelf.
Many stars will join me in the years to come.

Grief wrapped its arms around Paul Bern so heavily that he decided to leave Hollywood for two weeks – the first vacation he had ever taken from work. He chose to travel to Arizona.

Unfortunately, I was not the only leading lady Paul had to watch pass from destruction, I was only the first. In 1926, he helped struggling beauty, Barbara La Marr, who was suffering from drug and alcohol abuse. Just like he had with me, he paid for her nurses and any other bills that she had. And like me, she was diagnosed with tuberculosis along with nephritis.
He gave Barbara one last script, one last chance to say goodbye to the screen. The Girl From Montmartre is the name, which she completed but never lived to see. Barbara passed away January 30th, 1926 at the age of 29, just before the film was due for release.
In 1930, Paul supported his good friend Mabel Normand, when she was dying of tuberculosis. Just like he had with Barbara and I, he sat with Mabel, held her hand and gently spoke kind words with her.
He had a special power to calm before the eyes of death. He held life and death in his hands. Though he certainly would not intentionally cause death among us ladies; it was as if with his touch, we knew we could make it to the other side – the light, safely. The afterlife. We arrived in perfect harmony with spirits, to the afterlife, because of him.
The same delicate hands of his that guided us held a gun up to his own head and shot away the life left inside of him. He had just married his first wife, the glamourous blonde bombshell, Jean Harlow, only two months before. He was 42 years old.
I still and will continue to miss him. Every girl he graced with his presence remains deeply touched. Despite what some may speak of him, he was an angel to the falling ladies of Hollywood.

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Story/Excerpt From My Book

I am working on a book about my life as Lucille Ricksen. I am writing it as a memoir. It will contain memories I have and the events that molded and shaped my life and untimely death.

I am almost fully completed with the first draft and I could not be more happy with the result! It’s not perfect but I am happy with the work I have done so far.

I’m going to share some of the stories that I remember. This is not what will be written in the book, they are just fragments of memories as they come to me. I’m working now on filling in the pieces for my book. There will be a ton of mistakes so please don’t be to harsh.

This story consists of Jack & Mary Pickford on set of the film The Hill Billy, and stories that Syd Chaplin had told me. It’s a short, sad story. But it is one that I remember well.

Hope you enjoy!!

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One thing I remember specifically about Jack — he loved Coca Cola. I would see him walk around set with the glass bottle, sipping it down like it was his last drink. Knowing him, he probably spiked it with liquor.
Mary would often visit the set. All I can say about Mary is that she was stunning. Her golden hair bounced at her shoulders and her smile was darling. She is very small. She was wearing a white, casual lace gown with a sun hat when I first saw her. Mary is simply as cute as a button.
I would always observe Mary and Jack very closely from afar. Jack is only a few inches, if that, taller than Mary. She has such confidence about her; you know that she knows she is powerful. Jack, however, exceeds almost little to no confidence at all. Especially when he’s by Mary.
The more I worked with Jack, the more I felt sorry for him.
He often got himself into a lot of trouble, which explains why Mary and his mother would check up on him on set. I never saw the “bad” or “evil” side of Jack, and my guess is that almost none of his other co stars did.
He drank a lot. But only in his own privacy. Sometimes, if he drank enough, he would call out for a girl who had been dead for 4 years:
Olive.
He would call out for her into the lonesome night, with only his echoes returning back to him.
Syd had told me stories of Jack. Painful stories that Mary had apparently blabbed to Charlie, among other people.
Stories of how Olive would plead to Jack,
“Don’t let me die! I don’t want to die!” She would beg him.
Olive died in his arms and he had been living with her voices in his head ever since.
He drank to silence the voices.

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*Olive is Jack’s first wife who was poisoned on their second honeymoon in Paris of 1920. He was 24 years old when this happened.