This girl lived through World War II. She and her family had to sleep in the Underground and move from one place to another. Eventually, she became a successful actress and married a younger man.
This celebrity experienced the war, but she was too young to remember all the events that led to it. Although it interrupted her education, she grew up to be one of the most famous stars.
This public figure was born in London, England, on May 23, 1933. She is the oldest child of Elsa, who used to work as a nightclub hostess, and Joseph, who was a talent agent.
Elsa, who was British, and her husband, Joseph, from South Africa, had two more children together: Jackie in 1937 and Bill in 1946. The family lived during World War II.
They took shelter in Tube stations with other Londoners who were hiding from German bombs. This girl shared her memories of those times in May 2020.
She said she was very young when the war began and that her father had to stay in London to entertain people who remained there. She added, “But I was evacuated constantly… We were all over the place.”
The war made school difficult because her family couldn’t stay in one place. She said it was a tough time for her. Luckily, she had her mother with her and her sibling, which made things a bit easier.
She recalled sleeping in the Underground, saying, “We went to the one at Marble Arch the most. It was very friendly—people would have accordions and they’d sing.”
Who Is the Girl Who Slept in the Underground?
The girl who was evacuated is Joan Collins, an English actress known for her role in the 1981 drama series “Dynasty” alongside Linda Evans.
In an interview in October 2013, Collins said her grandmother taught her to sing, dance, and encouraged her to act. However, her father discouraged her from becoming an actress, saying she would be irrelevant by age 23. She proved him wrong.
Despite her successful career, Collins’ love life was more complicated. She was once engaged to actor Warren Beatty, and at age 26, she became pregnant with his child.
He urged her to terminate the pregnancy, saying it would hurt their careers. Although she was unsure at first, the now mother of three later agreed he was right.
Though she and Beatty never married, Collins married four times. She is now with her fifth husband, actor Percy Gibson, since February 2002.
“Percy is the most honorable man I’ve ever met,” Collins said a month after their wedding. She didn’t plan to marry again, but he changed her mind.
Percy and Joan met in 2000 in New York City while she was in a play and he was a producer. They started a passionate relationship when she was in her 60s and he was in his 30s, but the age difference never bothered them.
Today, Collins is 90 years old, and her husband Gibson is 58, making him 32 years younger than his Golden Globe Award-winning wife.
As I was about to drive my wife in labor to the hospital, I received a call saying my mother was passing away
Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.
The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.
Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.
“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”
“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.
Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.
Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…
I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.
I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.
“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”
“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.
“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”
I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.
After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.
Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.
“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”
“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.
I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.
“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”
“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”
“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”
“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.
“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”
Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.
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