Holy Cross is a scenic Roman Catholic cemetery in Culver City that opened in 1939. It is said that if a star is Catholic, they’re buried here.
Here in this scenic area called the Grotto are several celebrities grouped close together.
The main reason for our visit was the grave of this eccentric fellow, Bela Lugosi (Dracula). To my classic-horror-fiend friend who traveled with me, Bela Lugosi is her Clark Gable. So he was a must visit!
I stumbled upon the grave of “Der Bingle”, Bing Crosby, not too far from Bela.
And we happened upon the grave of actress Sharon Tate, who, along with her unborn baby, was murdered by the Manson gang.
Around the corner from the Grotto is the grave of Gladys Belzer. Who? Gladys was the mother of Loretta Young. Loretta had requested that her ashes be spread over her mother’s grave, but cemetery rules prohibited this, so Loretta’s ashes were placed in with her mother’s instead. So here is the final resting place of Loretta, Clark’s co-star in Call of the Wild and mother of his only daughter, Judy.
The one grave you can’t miss no matter where you are in this cemetery is Rosalind Russell‘s. You can see this giant cross from the street before you even enter the gates. Quite the monument!
I had read on the internet that Cammie King (Bonnie from Gone with the Wind) was interred here after her death last year. But nobody at the office knew where exactly she was and apparently have no record of her. So I am not sure what’s going on with that.
I will say one more thing about Holy Cross. If you are in LA and decide to stop in here, LOCK YOUR CAR. Or, better yet, take your purse and anything you care about with you as you wander. Trust me.
A short article from June 1940 in which actress Ann Sheridan describes her ideal man:
Right here I’d like to mention that I don’t go around describing, unsolicited, my masculine ideal to everyone I meet. What I mean is, I was asked by Movie Mirror to do this…so in describing the sort of man I would choose if I were to marry I’m contriving a sort of composite of several men I know and like and admire…
He’d dance like Cesar Romero. The Romero dancing is in a class by itself.
He’d have Joel McCrea’s physique–tall, square-shouldered, rangy and not an ounce of spare fat on him! I hate bay windows, even small ones.
He’d have Clark Gable’s eyes, gray-blue and the kind that look at your straight. He’d have Gable’s nose and simples and his strong square chin.
He’d have Tyrone Power’s teeth, strong and white.
And Bob Taylor’s mouth, the most sensitive man’s mouth I’ve ever seen.
He’d have the charm of manner such as Gary Cooper possesses.
And he’d have the courtliness and poise that mark Franchot Tone.
He’d have Jimmy Cagney’s gentleness and his high morning spirits.
My composite would have Charles Boyer’s voice, slightly mysterious, caressing, the most persuasive voice I’ve ever heard.
And William Powell’s hands, the unmistakable hands of a gentleman.
And George Brent’s sense of humor. I’d rather marry a double-dyed villain than a man without a sense of humor. He’d have George Brent’s sophistication–that savoir-faire which is an indescribable combination of tolerance, wisdom, mental and social balance; and George Brent’s quick intellect, George Brent’s dependability, George Brent’s quiet air of authority which tells you if you were married to him he’d be the boss–but you’d like it!
Important to note here is that Ann was in the midst of a love affair with George Brent at the time of this article (can you tell?). Apparently she didn’t like George being the boss in marriage, however—they were married in 1942 and the union lasted only one year.
That is quite a man she built though!