Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz are perhaps one of the most famous couples in television history. Their romance continued off-screen as well. Their marriage was famously tumultuous, and no one knows that better than their daughter Lucie Arnaz.
Keep reading to know more about their daughter and how her life turned out over the years.
Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz were perhaps the most beloved couple on American television at one time. Their show I Love Lucy depicted them as the Ricardos, a middle-class couple that were the ideal nuclear family.
The show had six seasons and ran from 1951 to 1957. It followed Lucille as Lucy Ricardo, a housewife who always gets into hilarious situations. While the couple seemed perfect in their on-screen depiction, in real life, their relationship was quite volatile.
The former Broadway star and the Cuban bandleader met while filming Too Many Girls. Their whirlwind six-month romance led to an elopement and marriage in November 1940.
After over a decade of their marriage, the couple became parents to daughter Lucie Arnaz, born on July 17, 1951. Two years after that, on January 19, 1953, they became parents to their second child, their son Desi Arnaz Jr.
The two children joined their parents in the family business of acting. They starred alongside their mother in the spin-off shows for I Love Lucy. Then in May 1961, after nearly two decades together, the couple filed for divorce.
It took years for Lucie Arnaz to open up about the reality of her parents’ marriage and their subsequent divorce. She revealed in a 2018 interview how “They were fighting all the time when we were growing up. There was a lot of anger and screaming.”
She lamented at her childhood where she had to deal with so many issues, she said, “Their divorce was horrible. And then there was the alcoholism. I had preferred those things had never been there. We didn’t have any abuse, but we did go through some pretty hard stuff, and that’s why my parents didn’t stay together. “
Lucille felt the split even more than perhaps her husband because she felt she had shattered the perception the American public had of her. She remarried soon after to comedian Gary Morton.
In her early twenties in 1971, Lucie Arnaz tied the knot to “The Doctors” actor Philip Vandervort Menegaux. The marriage ended in divorce five years later
But the younger Arnaz’s second try at marriage was much more lasting. She met and married actor and writer Laurence Luckinbill. Now the couple has been together for over four decades.
On June 22, 2023, Lucie celebrated her 43rd wedding anniversary with Luckinbill. She took to Instagram to remember the day many decades ago that she was last single on an apple farm in the coastal city of Kingston, New York.
Their friends and family arrived at the venue in a “big yellow school bus.” She was wearing a “lovely cream crocheted gown” as her father walked her down the aisle. She continued in her post, “…[I] vowed to love Laurence Luckinbill till death us do part. 15,695 days, 5 kids, and three grandchildren later, I am proud to still say,’‘ I do.’”
The Murder, She Wrote actress is still very much in love with her husband. She dedicated a sweet post to him on his 88th birthday late last year in November 2022. She posted a picture of him and wrote how he was “kind, talented, adorable, wise, [and] sexy.”
Luckinbill had two children from a previous marriage; Nicholas Luckinbill and Benjamin Luckinbill. And him and Lucie had three more children together; two sons and a daughter.
Their first child together Simon Thomas Luckinbill was born in December 1980, Joseph Henry Luckinbill was born on New Year’s Eve 1982, and their daughter Katharine Desirée Luckinbill was born on January 11, 1985.
Lucie Arnaz and her husband live in Palm Springs, and their family lives nearby. These days the actress wears her hair in a short pixie cut and spends her time with her beloved grandchildren.
On Grandparents Day in 2019, Arnaz joked about hitting the “jackpot” when the couple welcomed their first two grandchildren just four weeks apart from one another. Since then, they have welcomed many more grandchildren to their brood.
Lucie has been a second-generation actor. She was only 11 years old when she starred alongside her mother in The Lucy Show at 11 opposite her mother, which they then followed up with Here’s Lucy.
She also played the main character in the television movie Who Is the Black Dahlia? and also led in the short-lived comedy The Lucie Arnaz Show in 1985 as psychologist Dr. Jane Lucas.
She has played other roles in guest starring parts in shows such as, Marcus Welby, M.D., Murder, She Wrote, Fantasy Island, Law & Order, and the reboot of Will & Grace.
She has also been credited as a producer in three stories related to her parents. Lucy and Desi: A Home Movie, I Love Lucy’s 50th Anniversary Special, and Being the Ricardos. She also produced the 2003 documentary The Desilu Story.
In June 2023 she revealed that she will be doing an encore of her cabaret act titled I Got The Job! Songs From My Musical Past, at 54 Below in New York City. She had performed the show before the pandemic to a sold-out crowd.
While Lucie is very public about her life, her little brother Desi Arnaz Jr. is quite private about his. When Lucille Ball was pregnant with Arnaz Jr, her pregnancy was written into the show. And as fate would have it, she gave birth to him the same day the episode aired in which her character gave birth to ‘Little Ricky.’
I Found an Elderly Woman on the Roadside on a Snowy Christmas Eve & Took Her Home — Days Later, a Luxury Decorated SUV Pulled up to My Door
Despite being a struggling single mom, I had to help the elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would lead to a mysterious luxury SUV at my door — or heal my broken heart.
I pulled my threadbare coat tighter around me as I trudged home through the thickest snow I’d seen in years. I was bone-tired from scrubbing floors in the Grayson mansion, but I was almost home.
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But I couldn’t complain. My job was hard, but the Graysons were kind enough for rich folk. Besides, I had five hungry mouths waiting for me at home.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pristine snow, and I couldn’t help but think of my late husband, Jason. He would’ve loved this kind of night and probably would’ve dragged the kids out for an impromptu snowball fight.
God, I missed him. Three years felt like forever and yesterday all at once.
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I almost didn’t see the woman huddled on a bench, shivering in the darkness.
My first instinct was to hurry past. We barely had enough for ourselves, and the roof had started leaking again last week. But something made me stop.
“Ma’am?” I called out, taking a tentative step closer. “Are you alright?”
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She looked up, and my heart clenched. Her face was weathered but elegant, with clear blue eyes that reminded me of my grandmother’s. She tried to smile, but her lips trembled from the cold.
“Oh, I’m fine, dear,” she said, her voice cultured but weak. “Just resting a moment.”
I glanced at my watch. It was 8 p.m. on Christmas Eve. No one “rests” on a bench in this weather at this hour unless something’s wrong.
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“Do you have somewhere to go?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She hesitated, pride warring with desperation in her expression. “I… I’ll manage.”
The Jason-voice in my head spoke up: No one should be alone on Christmas Eve, Katie-girl.
I sighed, knowing I was probably crazy but unable to walk away.
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“Look, I don’t have much, but I’ve got a warm house and some soup on the stove. Why don’t you come home with me?”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly—”
“I insist,” I said, offering my hand. “I’m Kate, by the way.”
“Margaret,” she replied softly, taking my hand after a long moment. “You’re very kind.”
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The walk home was slow, but Margaret grew steadier with each step. As we approached my little house, I saw the lights on and the familiar sight of Emma watching for me at the window.
“Mom!” Tommy, my youngest, flung open the door before we reached it. His eyes widened at the sight of Margaret. “Who’s that?”
“This is Margaret,” I said, helping her up the creaky steps. “She’s going to stay with us tonight.”
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My other kids, Sarah, Michael, Emma, and Lisa, appeared in the doorway. They stared at Margaret with undisguised curiosity.
“Kids, help Margaret get settled while I warm up some soup,” I called out, heading to the kitchen.
To my surprise, they sprang into action. Sarah grabbed our best blanket (which wasn’t saying much), while Michael pulled out a chair.
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Emma and Lisa started showing Margaret our tiny Christmas tree, decorated with paper ornaments they’d made at school.
“Look at the angel!” Lisa exclaimed. “I made it myself!”
“It’s beautiful,” Margaret said, her voice warming. “Did you make all these decorations?”
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As the kids chattered away, I ladled out soup into our mismatched bowls. The house was shabby, but at least it was warm. Well, mostly warm. I’d stuffed old towels under the doors to block the drafts.
Later, after the kids were in bed, Margaret and I sat at the kitchen table with cups of tea.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I… I never expected…”
“No one should be alone on Christmas,” I said simply.
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The next morning, I caught my supervisor, Denise, in the kitchen during our break. She was arranging flowers in a crystal vase, her gray hair neatly pinned back as always.
“Denise, can I talk to you about something?” I fidgeted with my apron strings.
She turned, warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course, honey. What’s troubling you?”
“I… well, I took someone in last night. An elderly woman who was out in the cold.”
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Denise set down her flowers. “On Christmas Eve? Oh, Kate…”
“I know it sounds crazy—”
“Not crazy. Kind.” She squeezed my arm. “Lord knows we need more of that in this world. How are the kids taking it?”
“They’ve practically adopted her already. But…” I hesitated. “With money being so tight…”
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“Don’t you worry about that.” Denise patted my hand. “I’ve got some leftover ham from our Christmas dinner. I’ll pop home during my break to fetch it so you take it home to those babies.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t—”
“You absolutely could, and will.” She fixed me with her no-nonsense stare. “That’s what community is for.”
“Excuse me, you did what, Kate?” Janine’s sharp voice cut in.
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She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Honey, you can barely feed your soccer team of kids as it is. What were you thinking?”
Her words stung because they echoed my doubts.
“Shame on you, Janine!” Denise cut in. “All acts of kindness make the world a better place and…” Denise winked at me. “Life has a way of repaying people who go out of their way to help others.”
Janine rolled her eyes, and I almost did the same. I never imagined then that my simple act of kindness would change my world.
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Three days later, a sleek SUV festooned with Christmas decorations pulled up outside my house just as I was leaving for work. I was still staring at it in shock and confusion when a tall man in an expensive suit jumped out, his face tight with emotion.
“Are you Kate?” he demanded.
I nodded, pushing down my sudden anxiety as a fierce frown appeared on his face.
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“I’m Robert. Margaret is my mother.” His voice softened. “I’ve been searching for her since Christmas Eve.”
I stood frozen on my front steps as he ran a hand through his dark hair, clearly agitated. “Please, I need to know if she’s alright.”
“She’s fine,” I assured him. “She’s inside with my youngest, probably doing puzzles. They’ve become quite the team.”
Relief flooded his face, followed quickly by anguish.
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“I should never have left her with Claire. God, what was I thinking?” He paced in the snow. “I was overseas for business and my sister Claire was supposed to care for Mom. But when I got back…”
His voice cracked. “I found Claire throwing a party in Mom’s house. The place was trashed, and when I asked where Mom was, Claire just shrugged and said she’d ‘moved out.’ Moved out of her own damn house! Yeah right. My leech of a sister clearly kicked her out.”
“That’s terrible,” I whispered.
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“I’ve been searching everywhere. I finally went to ask Mr. Grayson for help — he was a friend of my father’s. A member of his staff overheard us and mentioned you.” He looked at me intently. “You saved her life, you know.”
I shook my head. “Anyone would have—”
“But they didn’t. You did.” He pulled out a set of keys and gestured to the decorated car. “This SUV… it’s yours now.”
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“What? No, I couldn’t possibly—”
“Please.” He stepped closer, and I noticed his eyes were a warm hazel. “When everyone else walked past, you stopped. Let me repay you.”
He gently took my hands and tucked the keys into my palm. I thought of Denise’s words about kindness being repaid, and wrapped my fingers around the keys, accepting the gift despite my doubts.
I thought that would be the last I saw of Robert and Margaret, but I was wrong.
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Over the next few weeks, Robert became a fixture in our lives. He’d stop by with workers to fix various parts of the house, always staying to chat.
I tried to stop him, but he insisted on helping. I learned to accept it as I got to know him better and realized how much he valued family. He didn’t see us as a charity case like I first thought; he was genuinely grateful to us.
“Mom!” Sarah called one evening. “Mr. Robert brought pizza!”
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“And books!” Lisa added excitedly.
I found him in our newly repaired kitchen, looking slightly sheepish. “I hope you don’t mind. The kids mentioned they were studying ancient Egypt…”
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.” His smile was gentle. “Besides, Tommy promised to teach me his secret handshake.”
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As winter melted into spring, I found myself watching the clock on days I knew he’d visit. We’d sit on the porch after the kids were in bed, talking about everything — his work, my dreams for the kids, shared memories of loss and hope.
“Jason would have loved this,” I said one evening, gesturing at our transformed home. “He always had such plans…”
Robert was quiet for a moment. “Tell me about him?”
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So I did, surprised to find I could talk about Jason without that sharp pain in my chest. Robert listened in a way that made me feel heard.
Weeks became months. Margaret also visited regularly and the kids thrived under the attention of their new grandmother figure and Robert’s steady presence.
“He likes you, you know,” Sarah said one day, wise beyond her thirteen years.
“Sarah—”
“Mom, it’s okay to be happy again. Dad would want that.”
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A year later, Robert and I were married. I stood in the living room watching Robert help Tommy hang ornaments on our new Christmas tree while Margaret and the girls baked cookies, and marveled at how life surprises you.
“Perfect spot, buddy,” he said, then turned to me. “What do you think, Kate?”
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, meaning so much more than just the tree.
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The house is warm and solid now, like the love that fills it. Jason will always be in my heart, but it’s grown bigger, making room for this unexpected family brought together by a single act of kindness on a snowy Christmas Eve.
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