Category Archives: Barbara’s Son, Donald Gallery

My Barbara La Marr Interview on The Junot Files

I recently had the pleasure of being interviewed about Barbara and my soon-to-be released (December 2017) biography, Barbara La Marr: The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful for Hollywood, by Jim Junot, host of The Junot Files, an online show featuring Jim’s conversations with authors, artists, and celebrities.  Listen to the interview here.

(Barbara La Marr: The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful for Hollywood is available for pre-order on Amazon and the University Press of Kentucky website.)

Pre-Ordering Information and an Interview/Review of my Barbara La Marr Biography, Barbara La Marr: The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful for Hollywood!

My Barbara La Marr biography, Barbara La Marr: The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful for Hollywood, scheduled for release in early December, 2017 through the University Press of Kentucky, may now be pre-ordered on Amazon.

Writer and cinema historian Annette Bochenek recently read the book and interviewed me about it.  Creator of the Hometowns to Hollywood website, Annette offers a fascinating look at the oftentimes modest beginnings of Old Hollywood’s biggest icons.  Read my interview with Annette and her review of Barbara La Marr: The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful for Hollywood on her blog.

Farewell to a Gentleman: A Tribute to Donald Michael Gallery

He was unwittingly thrust into the spotlight in February of 1923, when he was but seven months of age.  Barbara La Marr, rising star of the silent screen, had traveled from Los Angeles to Dallas, Texas under the guise of headlining the annual Southwestern Automobile Show.  While in Dallas, Barbara visited the Hope Cottage orphans’ home, emerging with an adorable blue-eyed infant in her arms and a cluster of awaiting reporters on her heels.  Beaming proudly, she introduced the child as Marvin Carville La Marr.  Newspapers and film magazines the world over were soon ablaze: “World’s Wickedest Vamp Adopts a Baby,” “A Little Piece of Texas Goes to Hollywood,” “To Barbara La Marr belongs the credit for staging the greatest surprise for the Hollywoodites this season…”

It was exactly what Barbara wanted the film industry, her fans, and the rest of the world to believe.  The reality, however, was something far different: having become pregnant after separating from her most recent husband, she herself had secretly birthed the boy in Los Angeles.  Concealment of his existence had been a necessary evil in a society where so-called immoral behavior was intolerable, in an era when studios guarded their stars’ reputations at all costs.  By staging her baby’s adoption in order to keep him, Barbara had risked everything.  Consummate actress that she was, she maintained the charade the rest of her life.

To a select few, Barbara confided the truth; to all who would listen, she proclaimed her adoration for her son.  Little “Sonny”—so nicknamed for his perpetual cheerfulness—made her life worth living, she said.  She joyously discussed her plans for his future: he would receive a fine, character-building education in a military school…the two of them would travel the world together…she would support him in whatever career he chose…  Above all, she explained, was her intention to bring him up to be the sort of man she had always wanted to marry, but had yet to find.

Don as Baby with Barbara

Barbara cuddling her pride and joy. To her detractors who deemed a film vamp unsuitable for motherhood, Barbara declared, “There is more motherhood in my little finger than in the whole body of the majority of mothers.”

Tragically, Barbara would not see the fulfillment of her dreams for Sonny.  She contracted tuberculosis and passed away on January 30, 1926 at the age of twenty-nine.  On her deathbed, she made one final plan for her cherished boy: she entrusted her dear friend, actress ZaSu Pitts, with his care and keeping.  In ZaSu’s home, Barbara knew, he would have a spunky sister his same age, a father figure in the person of Tom Gallery (ZaSu’s husband), and the love and tenderness she could no longer give him.  The Gallerys welcomed three-year-old Sonny as their own, legally adopting him that November and christening him Donald Michael Gallery.  Eight decades later, with a wistful tone in his voice, Donald would admit to having no memories of Barbara.

ZaSu and Tom Adopt Don for site

The Gallery family, circa November 1926: (left to right) Ann, Tom, ZaSu, and Donald.

Among Donald’s earliest recollections, originating in the innocent naiveté of his boyhood, was the notion that every child grew up as he did.  His home, nestled along Rockingham Road in the exclusive Los Angeles suburb of Brentwood, offered a view of the shimmering Pacific—as well as the occasional eyeful of Greta Garbo sunbathing in the nude by her swimming pool next door.  His sprawling backyard housed a pony he shared with his sister.  When ZaSu purchased a pet cow during the meager years of the Great Depression, he enjoyed fresh milk and homemade ice cream.  His neighborhood was a constellation of some of the screen’s most notable luminaries.  Shirley Temple, Judy Garland, and Leatrice Gilbert (daughter of John Gilbert and Leatrice Joy) were among his playmates.  Besides Garbo, the likes of Clark Gable, Joan Crawford, Elizabeth Taylor, Claudette Colbert, Barbara Stanwyck, Mary Astor, and Gloria Swanson lived nearby at various times.  Many of them were frequent guests in his home.  Young Donald also looked forward to weekly visits and gifts from Barbara’s friend and his godfather, MGM director and producer Paul Bern.

Like Barbara before her, ZaSu—who eschewed the words “adopted” and “step”—, never missed an opportunity to brag about her son to friends and inquiring journalists.  Inherently bright and dedicated to his studies, he was an honor student at Brentwood Town and Country School and, later, Webb Boarding Preparatory School for boys.  Mild-mannered and well-behaved, he considered his sister a friend and rarely—if ever—squabbled with her.  Sharing Barbara’s innate magnetism, he delighted all who met him.  “Don Mike,” decreed ZaSu to one newspaperman, “is an angel.”

ZaSu’s assessment was echoed by many, particularly as Donald grew into manhood.  The epitome of the handsome, all-American “boy next door” and ever the gentleman, he was one of the rare young men whom even the wariest parents trusted with their daughters.  Shirley Temple was one such daughter.  For years, Donald escorted the dainty superstar (by then a teenager) to parties, nightclubs, film premieres, and other social gatherings.  He later insisted that their dates were merely “friendly,” although Shirley regularly adorned herself in his college varsity sweater—even at her high school where, risking censure for having violated the uniform policy, she carried her books against her chest.  Donald was hand-picked by Elizabeth Taylor’s mother to distract Elizabeth, nine years Donald’s junior and already a budding bombshell, from what she considered to be a less suitable associate.  The scheme was a success: Elizabeth delighted in the frat parties they attended, the card games they played, and the long talks they shared.  Don, in turn, relished her company and—despite her crush on him—, made good on Mrs. Taylor’s request that he keep things on friendly terms.

In September of 1942, while his general inclination to date one girl at a time was surely breaking hearts, twenty-year-old Donald broke his “Mama ZaSu’s” heart.  Months earlier, her boy had been studying business, hitting tennis balls, and leading cheers with the squad team at Stanford University.  Now he had left college and taken his life into his own hands.  With the Second World War raging and the tragedy at Pearl Harbor still gnawing at the nation’s soul, Donald confessed to enlisting in the United States Army Air Corps.  After recovering from shock, fury, and terror, ZaSu drew upon her connections.  Following Donald’s completion of fighter pilot training at Luke Air Field in Arizona, he was transferred—to his dismay and owing to ZaSu’s string-pulling—out of the Air Corps.  He was instead given an assignment as a “spy catcher” in the Counter Intelligence Corps (the precursor to the CIA) and shipped to Liverpool, England.  The ultimate decision to employ Donald in such a capacity was not made lightly; CIC agents were meticulously chosen for their solid reputations as upstanding, reliable men.  Donald excelled at his duties and briefly remained with the CIC after the war’s end to help round up war criminals.

He returned to Los Angeles and his relieved mother in the spring of 1946.  His next step was Warner Bros. Studios and the silver screen.  During the day, he played small parts in films such as Wallflower (1948), and, in the early 1950s, The Boy Next Door.  He continued his studies at UCLA in the evenings.  By 1950, he had found a position as an “insurance eye”—that is, an investigator with an insurance company.  He had also found a bride.  Encouraged by studio heads who played him up as a war hero, he wed pretty Warner Bros. starlet Joyce Reynolds October 24, 1947.  The short-lived union ended four years later. “We were young,” Donald said politely in 2010—and let it go at that.

Copy of Don G and Joyce attending school, UCLA night classes

Newlyweds Joyce Reynolds and Donald pose for a publicity still while attending UCLA together.

Three decades passed before Donald laid eyes on the love of his life.  He was a newcomer to Catalina Island at the time, temporarily recruited from the California mainland by the owners of Guided Discoveries to teach sailing to children at their summer camp.  “They fell in love with him, like most people do,” his wife recalled years later.  When Guided Discoveries invited Donald to stay on, he accepted—quite possibly due to a lovely, elegant local he had met.  That woman, Patricia, became Mrs. Donald Gallery on May 7, 1985.  They remained on the island for many years, he with an ice cream store he had purchased, she with her jewel shop.  They traveled throughout the world; he even took her to a quaint town in the Swiss countryside where, long before, war-weary villagers had given him and his G. I. comrades a rousing ovation.  As Donald continued to satiate his acting bug with bit parts in film and television, Patricia and her jewelry store also got in on the action when The Bold and the Beautiful filmed in Avalon in the early 1990s. The happy couple retired to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico in 1993.  There, Donald served as president of a writer’s group and enjoyed twenty-one more wonderful years with, as he was fond of saying, “the greatest wife in the world.”

Don and Beautiful Patricia

Donald and Patricia Gallery.

On the afternoon of October 11, 2014, at the age of ninety-two years, Donald passed away quietly in his home during his usual afternoon nap.  “He had the most peaceful, beautiful look on his face…,” Patricia, who had been by his side watching television, remarked.

A few years before his passing, Donald professed to have “no regrets” over the way his life had turned out.  He did, however, harbor a persistent longing. “I wish I could have known Barbara,” he admitted.  ZaSu had been honest with him from the time he was old enough to understand, explaining that Barbara was his mother and that she had gone to heaven.  Throughout the years, as Donald collected Barbara’s photographs from memorabilia shops, gazed at her image upon withering cutouts from old film magazines, and viewed her few surviving films, his mind spun with unanswered questions.  His conversations with those who had known Barbara provided some answers—(among them, the tale of how she pulled off his mock adoption; “It’s like a spy novel,” he said).  Others were more elusive.  He wondered who his father was.  Several of Barbara’s friends offered him their own theories, but, ultimately, he would never know for sure.  Barbara had confided to one of her friends merely that her son was the product of a bitterly broken romance.  This heartbreak not only fueled Barbara’s growing disillusionment with men, it further prompted her to pour all of her love into her only child.  Certainly, it factored into her determination to make the best man of him that she could.  Had she but known the man her boy became, Barbara would be proud indeed.

Forever in our hearts: Donald Michael Gallery July 29, 1922 – October 11, 2014

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A Very Sad Announcement: Donald Michael Gallery (July 29, 1922 – October 11, 2014)

It is with profound sorrow that I report the passing of Donald Michael Gallery, a consummate gentleman, a beautiful soul, and a dear friend.  Don was also known as Marvin Carville La Marr, Barbara’s son.  His name was changed in 1926, after his mother’s tragic death from tuberculosis and his subsequent adoption by actress ZaSu Pitts and her husband, Tom Gallery.

I was informed of his passing Sunday morning by his lovely, loving wife, Patricia. He had been sleeping peacefully when it happened.  She had been by his side.  She told me that it had occurred Saturday afternoon around 1:15 Pacific Time, while I was standing near Barbara’s crypt in Hollywood Forever’s Cathedral Mausoleum, performing my annual show about her.  (The show is a one-woman performance piece that I wrote about her life; in addition, per Don’s request, I have also been writing her biography).

Don led a happy, full, and fascinating life of ninety-two years.  I am eternally grateful for the wonderful friendship we shared for seven of those years.  Although he resided in Puerto Vallarta, we kept in constant contact.  One could never grow tired of hearing his stories or simply listening to him talk.  His distinctive charm, reminiscent of a bygone era, always made me smile.  His exuberant spirit drew others to him.  His positive attitude, even to the end, was an inspiration.

Around the middle of this past summer, our telephone calls became difficult for me.  It was not because his speech, affected by stroke-induced dementia, was becoming harder to understand.  Rather, I did not want to face the reality of what was happening to my friend.  “Don’t forget about me,” he said at the end of one of our calls a few weeks ago, indicating that he wanted me to continue calling him once a week, as he had asked me to do.  He was napping when I called on Friday, October 10  and Patricia said she would let him know that I had called.  I didn’t want him thinking I had forgotten.  Although I had no idea at the time that he would pass the next day (no one did), among my first thoughts after learning of his passing was that I did not get to say goodbye.

Some say there are no accidents.  I like to imagine that he somehow chose the day and time of his passing.  Perhaps it was his way of saying good-bye.  At the very least, I like to believe it was his way of conveying that he is now with the adoring mother he wanted so much to know in this life.

Don, I could never forget you.  Thank you for the gift of being who you are, for the joy you brought others, for entrusting me with your mother’s story, and for being one of my best friends.  I was proud to be your “surrogate mother,” as you liked to joke.  While I regret that you will not be able to read my completed biography on Barbara, I am thankful that you were able to enjoy much of it—especially those chapters that mattered most to you, those involving the two of you.  I am happy that they brought you the peace they did and the assurance of her deep love for you, her only child.

I am in the process of writing a tribute to Don and will post it here on the blog very soon.

My heart goes out to his beautiful wife and family, and to all who are saddened by the passing of this great man.

May peace be with you all.

Bless you, Donald Michael Gallery (July 29, 1922 – October 11, 2014).

The image on the left was taken the moment after Don and I came face to face for the first time, right after he had seen me perform as his mother for the first time (this was the 2007 Pasadena Playhouse/Pasadena Museum of History “Channeling Hollywood” production; the year before I began doing my annual Hollywood Forever show about Barbara).