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Mark Fraser
Landon – Born: Josh Fraser
Landon – Born: Cheryl Lynn
– Born: Leslie Ann
Landon (Matthews) Born: Michael Graham
Landon - Born: Shawna Leigh
Landon – Born: Christopher
Beau Landon – Born: Jennifer
Rachel Landon – Born: Sean Matthew
Landon – Born:
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By Rose Blake (March 1960) The Landons’ best friends will tell you that Mike and his adopted son Mark are “buddies,” that they’re pals rather than father and son. But Mike won’t agree. He feels he’s not only a father to 11-year-old Mark, but a stern one. He feels he has to be, that both he and Mark want it that way. Mark was fatherless for a long time before Mike Landon came into his life. His real daddy died in an auto accident a month before the boy was born. Mark yearned for a daddy for a long time. When he was six years old, he picked one out. It was the first time Mike Landon was at Dodie’s home. In fact it was the first time he had even met her. A mutual friend had brought him to the house and made the introductions. The evening passed very pleasantly and when it was time for little Mark to go to bed, Mike tucked him in. The youngster looked up at him and said, “You look sort of like a teenager. Will you be my daddy?” Within a matter of months, Mike was Mark’s daddy. At first, he admits, “I was very nervous. You must remember I was 19 at that time so of course I was not exactly an expert on children. However I’ve always been a very settled sort of guy, so that helped I’m sure. The first thing I noticed about Mark was that he actually wanted discipline from a father. I knew he was looking for discipline because he never attempted to hide anything he did wrong from me. And Mark got plenty of correction. So much so that Mike began to wonder at times if he was too heavy handed. The fact was that Mark had become quiet a problem. “He’d even been kicked out of kindergarten,” Mike says “and that isn’t easy, as anyone knows. For a while it almost seemed as if he was hungry for punishment. Inside of a month or so he was practically a new man. Dodie has left the training of her son up to Mike for the most part. There was one occasion when she felt Mark should be severely reprimanded for some “breakage” in the living room. She was surprised when her husband let the matter go without a scolding word to Mark. Seems that Mike couldn’t really blame the boy: “Especially since I was teaching him how to swing a golf club in the living room and the golf club flew out of my hands and crashed through a window.” There’s no doubt that Michael governed his stepson with a firm hand when he first came into power, but the boy learned to respect his new father’s authority – and being a good boy paid off! That stern young father turned out to be a “buddy” despite his statements to the contrary. When Mark became a Cub Scout, Mike became Den Dad, and then Cub Master for the whole pack. They go bowling together on Saturday night, play baseball and football together with neighbourhood kids in the big vacant lot next to their house. Since they’re seen so often together – engaged in man-type activities, having such a ball – it’s no wonder friends have come to think of them as pals. And though Mike considers himself strictly a daddy, anyone who looks into Mark’s adoring eyes can see he’s that and more to the boy. |
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By Dodie Landon (1960) “To Mark, there is no one greater; he
walks in Michael’s footsteps. Mike is the supreme ruler of our house and Mark
takes orders from him exclusively because Michael is never wrong. I am sure Mark
wants to be an actor and he is fascinated, as Michael was and still is – with
western stories and old west heroes. They spend hours together telling stories
and they even planned their own motion picture production. Mark assembled a few
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By Nancy Anderson (1962) The headlines struck Mike Landon with the sickening force of a blow in the stomach. From the line of heavy black type marching across the page, fifteen letters stood out, burned like the Scarlet A. They spelled “Black Market Baby.” Mike wadded up the paper and flung it in the wastebasket, as though it were something unclean. But even with the paper crumpled and hidden, he could still see the sensational headlines, “Doctor Charged With Black Market Baby Sales.” “Black Market Baby!” Mike spat out the words under his breath. “What do you mean, ‘Black Market Baby?’ he thought. “Babies that have been given to parents who love them? Babies that are giving joy to parents who otherwise would be childless?” Like a man hypnotized, like a man under irresistible compulsion, Mike retrieved that paper from the basket and smoothed it on the table. Angrily he read the story. The doctor who was accused was a man whom he liked and who had done him an incomparable favor. One of the babies that the doctor had placed with parents hungering to love it was Mike’s and Dodie’s adopted son, Josh. Mike and Dodie had wanted a baby so badly and so long. Hopefully they had visited state agencies, and sadly they had come away – until a doctor had worked a miracle. “There’s something so wrong with the system,” Mike thought. “Very, very wrong . . . Sure, it’s wrong to sell a baby like so many pounds of hamburger, just as it is wrong to sell any human being. But this man has brought people happiness . . . ‘Black Market Baby’ – words – a catch phrase that’s a natural for a headline. But what does it make me? What does it make my son?” Michael and Dodie were young, both now in good health, and so it was with expectations of a reasonable short wait for a baby that they applied to an adoption agency. Mike and Dodie filled out papers and papers. They were interviewed and they were then sent home to wait. Nothing happened. “It can’t be much longer,” the Landons told each other. But, one day, Mike’s patience cracked. “Next time we answer questions, I’m going to ask questions of my own!” Next time, facing a case worker across a sterile desk, Mike asked point blank: “Are we ever going to get a baby? We seem to be having more trouble than most couples. What’s the problem?” “Mr. Landon,” he said at last, “I shall be quite frank, because you appear to be intelligent. The problem is your religion. You’re Jewish, and you’ll have to wait until we can find a Jewish baby.” “We’ll have to do what?” Mike yelled, standing up. Wait until you’ve found a Jewish baby? Do you know how long that will be. It will be forever.” Dodie futilely tugged at his sleeve, trying to calm him. “Hush,” she whispered. “We’ll never get a baby this way.” But Mike kept going. “How come we can only adopt a Jewish baby? Will we love that kind more than some other? Will it love us more? Do you think we’ll only be kind to a child whose mother was of my faith? I don’t know about you, but I can love a Catholic baby or even an atheist baby. As a matter of fact, I never knew that a baby was born with its religion built in – like the size of its feet will eventually be!” The agency representative was making hasty notes, as Mike talked, and occasionally shaking his head. Unfortunately, Mr. Landon was less stable than he had thought. Very unfortunate. Such a nice looking couple, too. As Mike and Dodie left the office, Mike was penitent. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I’ve really fixed it so we’ll never get a baby!” “Maybe,” Dodie said, with the first note of wistfulness creeping into her voice, “we weren’t intended to have more children. But it’s hard to accept…” They almost gave up hope – but not quite. “I’m going to talk with everyone I know,” Dodie said, “and see whether someone can help us. I was a nurse, so I know doctors, and I worked for a while in a lawyer’s office, so I know some attorneys. Somebody, somewhere, may know of a baby that would just adore to be our little boy.” Sure enough, through Dodie’s legal and medical connections, she had reached a doctor who knew of an adoptable baby. That very day, the doctor said, they could go to the hospital and get it. Mike paid some legal and medical fees – but no more, he reasoned, than he would have paid had he been born to Dodie. Now, the words “Black Market Baby” made him sick. What could be wrong – what stigma could possibly be attached to a child who means as much as Josh to Mike and Dodie? |
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(December 1963) “Leslie, the baby – she’s fabulous,” Mike grinned. “She’s a beautiful baby with big eyes. She’s got a huge amount of energy, and the greatest personality in the world.” |
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By Colin Jay (February 1964) (Michael
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By James Gregory (September 1964) “I remember something else about our
first year that continues to delight us now that we’re in our second year. I
mean watching that little baby, Leslie, grow up. She walks a little, she talks,
she eats up a storm – she has a great appetite. She likes everything!’ He
grinned proudly. “She’s a gorgeous, beautiful child, and she looks like me.
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By William Tusher (February 1965) One has the inescapable suspicion that
Mike doesn’t dare say fully what is in his heart about his newborn son,
because he is convinced that no-one else – save possibly his wife – could
understand what an outstanding specimen his child his. In fact, in the unguarded
first flush of elation at the baby’s birth, Mike ingenuously admitted that
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By Jane Ardmore (May 1966) “Daddy, when are you coming home?”
Cheryl says. She’s Lynn Landon’s twelve-year-old daughter, and she brings
all of her problems home to Daddy Michael Landon. Over the long distance
telephone she insists on telling him everything that’s happened to her that
day. In three-and-a-half-year-old Leslie’s voice there’s a quaver, “Daddy,
please come home.” Then she sends him a big kiss. She’s Daddy’s girl and
has come to hate it when he goes off “to work.” Michael has explained to
her, when he and Lynn take off on these public appearance tours, that he’s
going “to work.” So now if he starts to leave the house on a Saturday,
Leslie will cry, “No work, Daddy. No work.” After the girls talk to their
parents, they hold baby Mike to the phone and he chatters. Every other night on
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By For seven years he’s appeared
regularly on TV as Little Joe, the youngest son who has to be properly advised
by Lorne Greene. Since the show stays Number One in the ratings and is an
enormous hit in sixty other countries, Mike is slated to go on indefinitely in
his role of a young man who hasn’t found himself. In Bonanza, he still
hasn’t even met the girl who can inspire him to settle down. In person,
however, he’s surprisingly grown up. Actually twenty-nine, he ignored his own
parents’ warning when he eloped impulsively at nineteen and immediately shared
the responsibility of raising a seven-year-old stepson. Mark Landon, whom he
legally adopted, was seventeen four weeks before Mike’s last birthday and
today is as tall as his dad who’s less than a dozen years older. Another son,
Josh, adopted as an infant during Mike’s first, futile attempt to find the
love he must have from a woman, is six. A second, happy marriage has rewarded
him wonderfully. Leslie Ann, the daughter he and Lynn have, is three, and their
son, Michael Graham, two this June. His wife’s twelve-year-old daughter,
Cheryl, has her own secure place in his heart. This particular day when I found
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By Mark a good-looking bright boy now in
his late teens, wonders when he’ll be hailed as a success in life himself. For
the past several years his passion for the piano has driven him to concentrate
on becoming a great performer of classical music. Spending hours every day in
faithful practicing, he realizes that extraordinary concert artists show signs
of exceptional talent sooner. Did he perhaps start out too late? “Who can say
for sure?” Mike says. “He made this decision in his mid-teens and the
results depend upon his actual ability and drive. What I do know for certain is
that he’s always been a fine human being. I’ll bet on him to really try to
make the most of his possibilities. I admire his commitment to the piano because
he’s had the courage to be himself. That’s a genuine achievement. Mark and I
went over his chance to go to college, thoroughly. I also think a father should
not force his preferences on a teenager who’ll stand up for the dreams he
wants to make come true. Mark and I put a high value on our honesty with each
other.” Mike’s instincts as a father were apparent as he began courting Lynn
Noe. Her daughter Cheryl was eight then and promptly adored him because he
invariably saw her as an interesting person. “Of course, I liked her
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(March 1972) Well, it finally happened for
Bonanza’s Michael Landon and his lovely wife Lynn – on December 4th,
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By Stacie Keyes (March 1972) The delivery went off without
complications, according to hospital staff. Both mother and daughter were
reported in excellent condition. How about the father? Mike never has been known
to display his true emotions while off-camera. He’s usually the quiet type.
But when a nurse told him the happy news his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Mr. Landon, you have a beautiful daughter,” the nurse smiled. “And she
has 10 fingers and 10 toes.” Mike was so elated that he even passed up his
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(1972) Shawna Leigh Landon is four months old,
gloriously healthy, and has such a sunny disposition her father can’t resist
pointing proudly to her sparkle. “Notice how big and beautiful her eyes
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By Ann Keyes (December 1972) Mike Landon believes he should do certain things for and with his own 8-year-old son little Mike. This particularly perceptive father has never left any of the responsibilities he feels are his up to his wife or anyone else. “It’s very important to me that he grows up with the strength he’ll need not only physically but in his thinking,” Mike admits. “Then he won’t be discouraged for long when frustrated, or fooled by false values. Ever since he could talk, there’s had to be time in my own life for us to discuss everything I could imagine a boy his age wonders about. We consider together how he can be happiest at home, with his other friends, at school. By that, I mean I listen to his ideas, don’t just tell him what to do. I want him to be able to make good choices. Not as a copy of me, but as the person he can become, an individual with the right to develop as himself. I’ve always realized he was born into a very different world than the one I grew up in. Conditions will keep on changing faster every year. I want him to be certain he can depend upon my love, and I want to help him gradually become independent for his own sake.” |
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By Dora Albert (January 1975) “Cheryl is fine now,” |
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By Cecily James (June 1975) Christopher Beau Landon was ten days old when I ran into his dad, Michael backstage at the Miss Teen-Age America Show. “How’s the baby?” was the obvious question. “Just what we expected – a baby,” answered Michael, who plays “Pa” of the Ingalls clan on his series, The Little House on the Prairie. “Kind of a miracle, really. This baby was a surprise, you know. I thought Shawna would be the last. I don’t know why I thought so, but I did.” This is the first show Michael’s ever done that runs at a time when the little kids are still up; Shawna loves it, and the other night for the first time, baby Chris took his bottle on his mother’s lap, while his dad’s voice flowed smoothly from the screen. Michael cried in a scene and Shawna went over, touched the baby, and said, ‘Daddy cries.’ She had tears in her own eyes. |
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By Jane Ardmore (August 1975) Michael: “ This may be Michael’s last baby – but his devotion as both a father and a husband is absolutely limitless. And if you doubt that, just look in his eyes when he speaks about his wife and children. You’ll find they’re all the proof you need. |
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By Chris Arnold (1975) “My hours for the show are long,” he confides, “but I go home right after work. I really spend more time talking to my children and having my children talk to me than the majority of people who are working do. It’s not enough for me just to be home. You’ve got to go home and have something happen, a little bit back and forth. Not only was my day a tough day, but the kids had a tough day and the wife and a rough day. Everybody’s problems are important. I’ve learned a lot from listening to children. Everybody has to be listened to if they’re going to learn to communicate. I’ve found that if you’ll listen to your kids, really listen and try to see things from their standpoint, they’ll do you the same courtesy when you have something to say,” he explains. One of the things Michael often mentions to his offspring is his hope that they value money. He wants them to realize that, although their father is affluent, it doesn’t necessarily mean they will be well-off as adults. “How that affects my children is the only thing that bugs me about success,” he says forthrightly. “Especially the boys. I worry about them more when it comes to our lifestyle. It terrifies me to think that my doing well might cause any of my sons to grow up weak. It’s not just our home, but it’s the environment as well that worries me. So many of their fiends are given things by their parents. “I mean,” he says frankly, “what is a 17-year-old doing driving a Ferrari to school? Is every car he will have after 17 going to be anticlimactic? I’m adamant about my boys buying their own cars with money they’ve earned. I want them to have the feeling that nobody is ever going to be able to throw up to them, ’Well I bought you that car, or I gave you that so-and-so.’ And I also think that once a boy has a car it’s his responsibility to keep it in running condition. If it breaks down and he can’t afford to get it repaired, then it belongs in the garage until he’s earned the money to take care of it.” The boys he speaks of are Mark and Josh, Michael’s sons from his first marriage. While they live with their mother, they are still very much a part of Mike and Lynn’s life. |
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By Jo-Ellen Mitchell (November 1975) “People laugh at the problem, but believe me, it’s no laughing matter,” Mike says. “Bedwetting nearly ruined my childhood! I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t feel that my image or my masculinity, is at stake. Bedwetting is actually a hereditary problem linked to excessively sound sleep. Some parents try to embarrass their kids out of it, but that doesn’t cure the problem. It just makes it worse. For years I thought of myself as the world’s oldest baby. I really couldn’t cope with it. Neither could my parents – they misunderstood the situation. They thought I was doing it out of spite. Listen, my folks wouldn’t even buy me a larger bed until I was cured, so until I was 12 I had to sleep all curled up. That can sure damage a kid’s psyche. Eventually a youngster outgrows bedwetting, but he can’t erase the memory.” Mike recalls a childhood during which he was virtually chained to his bedposts. “I couldn’t go to camp. I couldn’t even spend the night at a friends house.” Because of the genetic factor, Mike fears for little Christopher. He would like his son to enjoy a normal childhood. Right now, it’s too early to tell whether the seven-month-old boy will have the same problem, but if he does develop into a bedwetter, Mike will show him understanding and heartfelt sympathy. The ‘condition’ is cured by time, but to help a child relax and learn to live with his problem without undue mental anguish, “a happy home is very important,” says Mike. |
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By Jane Ardmore (February 1976) You saw her on “The Plague” episode
of NBC’s “Little House On The Prairie,” a slender, stringbean of a girl
with great expressive grey-green eyes…12-year-old Leslie Landon.
“In one scene, I saw my dad chopping ice and called him over: ‘Oh, Mr
Ingalls.’ He came over to talk with me. He talked very nicely. That made it
much easier, doing the scene with him. I told him I was going to be okay. All of
a sudden, he had tears in his eyes, and when I saw that, I almost cried, too. I
knew what he was remembering… a long time ago when I was really hurt. I was
seven years old then. We lived in the valley, and I was riding my bike and hit a
bump going down the hill. I fell off and slashed my chin. See the scar?” And
she leans forward to show me. We are sitting beside the pool where her dad is
holding the new baby, Christopher, dabbling his tiny feet in the water while her
mom snaps a picture. Her brother, Michael, ten, balances on a float and her
sister, Shawna, three, dances about like a pixie. “I had ten stiches taken at
the So how does she feel when she sees him on screen in a fight or something? “Even when he’s playing a character, he’s always Dad. I was at Laurie’s one night, and on TV we saw ‘I Was A Teenage Werewolf,’ and I started crying because there he was dead on the floor in his own body. I don’t think Mom wanted me to see that. She’s very strict about what we see.” |
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By Jane Ardmore (April 1976) But even the worst day, the most hectic, has to smooth out when this man comes home at night and finds himself surrounded by all this love. There’s Leslie practicing her cheerleading… there’s Shawna in a tutu singing her panda bear song… there are the skits Michael and Leslie are always putting on, trying to prolong their bedtime, and there’s baby Christopher (“Quisfoto,” his dad calls him), who is learning to walk by discovering himself in a full length mirror. On a recent Saturday, the dancing-acting school Leslie and Shawna attend gave a recital and Michael and Lynn sat through sixty-eight acts! (Michael): “Shawna was in Act One and fifty-five acts later came Leslie. It was a long afternoon but very, very good.” |
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By Louise Farr (1978) The man by almost all accounts except those of Landon himself, is a near-paragon. “The child actors all idolize him,” says one stage mother. Wife Lynn, with whom he has four children – Leslie, 16; Michael Jr., 14; Shawna, 6; and Christopher, 3 – explains, “I hesitate to say this because it sounds made up – you read those goopy kinds of stories – but I wouldn’t have the kind of patience he does if I put in his kind of day. No matter how tired Michael is when he gets home, he has time for every one of the children. I don’t want to make him sound sugary or saintly, but he is fantastic.” Sixteen-year-old Leslie has just started
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(1978) Mark was 14 when his parents were divorced. He still vividly recalls the night they broke the terrible news to him. “I went into the bathroom and cried,” he said recently. “My father came in after me and we must have talked all night – literally 10 hours. Listening to him, I came to know him better than I ever had before. From then on I understood about the divorce and could accept it.” Though Mark lived with his mother until he finished school and, taking his own apartment, began his career in music, nothing changed in his and his father’s relationship. Their closeness, their familial love, is for a lifetime. |
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By David Landers (1979) Mike also has a close relationship with his
adopted sons, even though they don’t live with him. They visit often,
and he takes an active interest in Josh’s schoolwork and Mark’s
musical career. "One time he
got down on his knees and told me he loved me,” Mark says, remembering
the closeness he and Mike shared when he was growing up. And I felt,
'Wow!' That was one of the greatest nights in my life. If I ever get
worried about my career, I talk to him. He always figures out some way to
encourage me. The older I get, the more of a friend he is." |
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By Mark Landon (1979)
"One time he got down on his knees and told me he loved me. And I felt, 'Wow!' That was one of the greatest nights in my life. If I ever get worried about my career, I talk to him. He always figures out some way to encourage me. The older I get, the more of a friend he is."
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By Mike & Lynn Landon (1979) “There are too many fathers who are afraid to kiss their sons because they feel it isn’t manly for men to kiss each other. If we ever get to the point where people frown when seeing a father and son hugging each other with love, we’re in real trouble.” |
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By Michael Landon (September 1983) Suddenly Cindy was jolted by her worst labor pains yet. “Michael call the doctor – I think it’s happening!” she gasped. I yelled for the doctor. He and his staff rushed into the room – and confirmed our baby was indeed on it’s way! They hurriedly moved my wife to the delivery room, where I helped Cindy with her Lamaze exercises as the pains quickened. And within minutes came the sound we were both waiting desperately to hear: our little baby girl’s crying. I thought: “This is what life is all about – babies and new beginnings.” Then I gently picked up our baby – Cindy’s first child – and thought how lucky I was that Cindy and our baby were both fine. Next, my two kids Shawna and Christopher came rushing in to meet their sister. I was bursting with pride when the nurses told me she was a bouncing 7 pounds 4 ounces. Cindy and I already had our daughter’s names picked out – Jennifer Rachel. Those names have always been favourites of mine from “Little House on the Prairie.” When new characters came on the show, I often named them Rachel or Jenny. Three days after her birth, Jennifer went home with us. She’s a little beauty – and she’s already brought a ton of happiness into our lives in just a few short days. I’m 47, and to have a new life to care for at this age is one of the greatest joys of my life. When Jennifer wakes up during the night to be fed, it doesn’t bother me at all to get up and change her diaper while Cindy feeds her. In fact, I really enjoy it. |
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( Leslie Landon: “Today, I’ve reached a sense of peace about my parents’ divorce, but it wasn’t easy. The shock was terrible. My dad was a family man, and divorce never entered my mind. It was so fast. Growing up, I was so close to my father – actually closer than I was to my mother. It was dad we went to with questions and things. He was more of a kid. He’d eat carnations, put frogs in his mouth and then let them jump out – always clowning around. We related to him. It was dad who even taught me how to shave under my arms. In June 1980, just a few days before I graduated from high school, I learned what was going on. One night I came downstairs to find my mom standing by the door, crying. I heard dad’s car leave. Then my mother said she was going over to talk to her best friend. In a little while I heard dad come back home. Dad called to me – and I’ll never forget this. We went up to my mom’s room and he sat me down and told me there was another woman. I was crying and crying. I didn’t know what to say to him. Then my dad started crying. He was holding me and saying, ‘Please don’t hate me, Leslie. Don’t hate me, Leslie.’ Maybe people think it’s not hard on a man to leave a wife and kids but I know it was hard for my dad because the times when he would come back to the house and talk to my mother after that night, he couldn’t even say goodbye to us. It hurt him too much.” |
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By Barbara Sternig (December 1986) “Now that I’ve got enough kids for a baseball team, I may stop,” quips Michael Landon, who is ecstatic over the birth of his ninth child. “Seeing your own child being born brings a feeling that cannot be compared to anything else in life – it’s just awe-inspiring,” said the handsome 50-year-old star of “Highway to Heaven.” Sean is the second child he’s had with his wife Cindy. “Just as I did for the birth of our daughter Jennifer three years ago, I video taped the whole proceeding. Even though I work with cameras every day, I had all I could do to hold the camera still as I taped Cindy in labour. I was actually kind of upset that I had to put the camera down because suddenly the baby was popping out, and it was my job to catch him! I cut the umbilical cord, welcoming the little guy into the world with my own hands. As we gazed at our new baby, we were just filled with feelings of love for each other, and for our expanding family. Cindy cradled Sean in her arms, and we just sat there cooing at him and enjoying the precious moment.” |
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By Toni Reinhold (September 1987) Q. You’ve
been a father to two children by your marriage to Dodie and five children by
your marriage to A. It really didn’t mean a hell of a lot to the little ones, and the older kids – the ones who were no longer living at home – were totally accepting. It was my middle two kids – who were fifteen and seventeen at the time – who had the toughest time accepting the divorce. I had told them over and over that the divorce was best for me and their mother, but they didn’t buy it. They were very angry because they felt I wasn’t being a perfect father. They wanted me to stay married, whether or not I was happy. When I married Cindy in 1983, they pretended to accept her, but they weren’t being honest with their feelings. It was very uncomfortable. Q. It must have been frustrating. How did you handle the situation? A. I told them, “Okay, be the way you are. Feel what you feel. You want to be pissed at me? You want to be angry with me? Fine. I can handle that. But I can’t handle when you emotionally lie to me.” I also told them that I didn’t want to see them, and I didn’t want them to see me, until they were ready to see me. But I always left the door open. A little less than a year later, I was the one who initiated the talking. These kids may have given me trouble but they’ve really come around.
Q. Do you see your kids often? A. Oh yeah. One of my sons even works for my production company. My two youngest kids from my second marriage live with their mother, but I see them every weekend and have them for almost every summer vacation. I have a great relationship with all my kids. Some days are good, some days are bad, but all days are loving. |
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Barbara Sternig ( The oldest children have set up an office in Landon’s home. They are working nearly round the clock to find a miracle for their dad. “At least three or four of the kids are there all the time, working the phones, calling doctors and medical experts all over the world,” said an inside source. “They’re frantic to find the one treatment, whether it’s conventional or bizarre, that might extend their dad’s life. The kids have gone to medical libraries to do research and they’ve arranged for Michael to speak to other pancreatic and liver cancer patients who have, so far, beaten the odds. Landon’s youngest child, 4-year-old Sean, is taking the news of his illness the hardest. “Little Sean has been having nightmares about losing his daddy. He climbs onto Michael’s lap all the time,” said the inside source. “The other day he asked Michael, ‘Why does God want you now? Can’t he wait? I want you with me.’ That broke Michael up. He lifted Sean and hugged him, fighting back tears.” |
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By Dave LaFontaine ( “I’ve got the bravest dad in the world,” says Mark, aged 42. “The family motto has become, ‘Do it for Dad.’ All us kids have really pulled together over this thing. We are all going to beat it, and we are keeping up with life-affirming things as much as possible. I just want to be with him as much as possible and hang on to him, hug him, hold him and kiss him. A lot of times when we have discussions we start off in the TV room with the rest of the family, and then we go of on our own and start pontificating. We’ll go out by the pool, at night time, and just look up at the sky and talk, argue politics, whatever. We talk about the origins of religion and the development and the true nature of God and heaven. We talk about Egyptians, Zoroastrianism, Hindus, and everything. Sometimes, he’ll be quiet and then say softly, ‘I wonder what’s out there. I wonder what’s going to happen.’ There’s so much to talk to him about, so many years ahead. I will feel really cheated. I wish this thing would just go away." He recalls how his father has always faced situations head-on. When Mark was a child, he kept a 10-foot-long Burmese python as a pet. One day it got loose and he called Michael to deal with it. "It was in the bathroom curled around the shower rod," Mark says. "You couldn't go in there, because the light was out, and the minute you opened the door, it would strike at you. So we called my father, who was separated from my mother at the time, and he came over wearing these thick leather gloves. He opened the door and the python flew at him and he grabbed it with these gloves. But it whipped the rest of its body around him and started thrashing around. They began to wrestle. It looked like something out of a Tarzan movie. But Dad got control of it. That's the sort of courage he draws on to fight this cancer. He will face it down and wrestle with it until one or the other comes out on top. My Dad has not cried at all throughout this whole thing. He's a stoic all the way. I have seen him cry lots of times, but it's usually love that does it to him. Pondering what it all means, and where it goes sometimes. Also thinking about how lucky he's been to lead his life makes him cry. It is very difficult to think of life without him. But he's accepted whatever outcome is going to happen. He's lived a good life.”
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Living without MichaelAssociated Press
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(January 1992) "Jennifer is eight and Sean is five and, believe me, they're a handful - but I don't know what I'd do without them. They miss Michael terribly, too. When I asked Sean why he never speaks about his father, his lip began to tremble and he said in a quavery voice: 'Because it makes me sad.' And the other day Jennifer taped a note to her bedroom door. 'Please come in Mom, or Dad if he's back.'" Cindy Landon.
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By Tom Gliatto, Kristina Johnson &
Vicki Sheff ( “We miss everything about Dad,” says
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(March 1992) (Talking about the birth of his daughter, Ashley) "It was a shame she arrived too late for her grandfather to hold her. We all wanted that - most of all Dad." Michael Landon Jnr.
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From Cheryl
Landon's book "I Promised My Dad" (1992) “Shawna and
Chris also had been a great comfort to him over the past weeks. Shawna was full
of tricks and at one point started a water-pistol fight and even managed to
target Dad. He loved it. Chris smuggled in a bag of candy, which Dad hid under
the bed. Candy didn't come under the category of health food and technically was
not allowed in his home. Dad said he wanted a candy bar, and Chris went and got
two of every kind. Chris later went to Jack-in-the-Box to get Dad's last junk
food request, a chicken sandwich. There were also difficult and confusing times
as each of us tried to deal with Dad's imminent death in our own way. Still, we
shared the same bond - to love him as best we could.”
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From “A&
E” Biography (August 1999) “He was
wonderful at entering into a child’s world. He could find that child inside of
him and I think that’s what helped us bond with him so easily and it was just
so easy for him to be with us and play with us and there was just this intimacy
that we had with him.” Lesley Landon Matthews.
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(December
1999) (When asked: What do you miss about your dad?) “Oh, I miss everything about him. He had his faults and his flaws, but he was a good person and an extremely loving man, very maternal and affectionate. I miss stupid things too. He always had this habit when he was thinking of something - he always used to nod his head and just stand in front of the television. He was extremely bright and would go way into his head.” Christopher Landon.
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From the book “The Needs of the Dying” by David
Kessler 2000 "Some
people in my family thought I was the pessimist, but I was the realist. And my
father knew that when he was sick. The first thing I did was research the type
of cancer he had. I learned enough to know that he had a very, very slim chance
of surviving - and I told him so. I didn't want him to have to pretend he was
strong or that he was going to survive, or feel that he had to parade around
with the false sense of hope for me. I was ready to go wherever the moment took
us. I didn't want him to feel like he had to do that with me, because he was
doing that a lot for others. That whole 'I'm going to make it, I am going to be
okay' routine. I knew that that was really painful for him to stay 'up' for
everyone else. I wanted to be in reality with him. That didn't mean there was no
hope. You always have hope, even the day before someone dies. It sometimes
becomes hard to distinguish what that hope is, what you are hoping for. Hope
wears so many different faces. You initially hope for a swift and speedy
recovery, or a miracle; then you start hoping for a swift and speedy death
because you don't want them to suffer any more. We all went through that. It's
agonizing to see someone you love suffer, knowing that living in that condition
they are in is not living at all. You hope for so many things, and then finally
you hope that you will see them again, which I still hope for." Christopher
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From “Headliners and Legends” Biography (2000) (On suspecting that something was wrong with his father a few months before he was diagnosed with cancer). “I looked at him at I saw the tones of illness in him and I called him on it. I said, ‘You look really tired, what’s going on?’ And he said, ‘I’m just working really hard.’ He used to have that macho, strong, I’m not sick, I’m invincible, you know, I’m gonna be all right.” Josh Landon. “From watching ‘Highway To Heaven’ you’d think this guy’s really religious, you know. Probably sleeps with the bible by his bed, maybe. But it was really just about being a good person and being nice to people, doing good to you fellow man. That’s not a religion, that’s something that everybody should live by.” Jennifer Landon. “Sometimes it seems like with some people, once they’ve finally figured it out, there’s this feeling that they just know a little bit more than you do about the whole deal and those are the people who usually then go. He was definitely somebody who taught you to appreciate your life.” Jennifer Landon |
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(2005) "I believe there was a part of
me that was frozen in time with his death. When you lose someone when you are
very young, it changes you, absolutely. There is the 'before', and there is the
'after'." Jennifer Landon. "He did it all. Yet he always had time for us. Not once do I ever remember saying, 'Where is my dad?' Weekends were the most fun. Dad would cook up a real mess in the kitchen for breakfast, then we would go fishing down at the beach, me with my own little fishing rod." Jennifer Landon.
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"I am
amazed at all he accomplished. My father was an extraordinary man."
Jennifer Landon. (2005)
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