Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin

Honeymoon Hideaway



This article appeared in the September, 1961 issue of
Movie World Magazine.

Dreams are pink and purple clouds, shot through with stardust. They thrive on velvet nights and silver moons. And they flee with the dawn.

But there is a different kind of dream. These are the once-in-a-lifetime dreams, the dreams come true. They, too, thrive on starry skies. But they grow stronger with the coming of day.

Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin are living a dream-come-true. A real-life dream of a happy marriage. And Sandy and Bobby are very happy. Six months have passed since that early morning ceremony in Elizabeth, New Jersey marked the beginning of a whole new life for Sandy and her husband, Bobby Darin. Six months have passed since their fairy tale whirlwind courtship in Rome, in which dislike turned to admiration, and admiration turned to love. What is it like to be six months married? To be the bride of a man almost constantly in the public eye, one of the world's most successful singers? And what is it like to be this man, to be the husband of a latter-day princess?

There have been many stories written about this couple, stories purportedly prying into their inner feelings and emotions, stories telling how they feel. But many of these stories are only guesses. For only Sandy and Bobby can tell how they really feel, and what their marriage has meant to them.

And Sandy and Bobby opened their hearts to us. It's been six months, but the Darins still act just like newlyweds. They sit together on the long couch, hands clasped and eyes shining, with the look in their eyes that only belongs to people in love.

"It's been wonderful," they both admitted in the same breath, when we asked this old married couple how they felt. "Man, like I dig this marriage business the most," Bobby added, stretching out lazily. "Recommend it for everybody." Not that it has been easy. They would be the first to admit that they had problems, problems which were probably more difficult than most newlyweds would have to face. Sandy is a rising young actress, the object of the adoration of millions. She is a modern fairy queen who had been untouched and sheltered. A girl who would climb into her mother's bed when she came home from a date, giggling and sharing secrets with her, the kind of secrets every young girl has.

How would this young, inexperienced teenager adjust to the difficult demands of marriage? And how would she reconcile these demands with those of her rising career? And Bobby, the slum boy who had fought, kicked and sung his way to fame. Bobby, who was called, sarcastically, "the king of humility," how would he get along with his little princess? How would he manage to reconcile his desire to be the man of the house with Sandra's career? No, it wasn't easy. But then, nothing which is worth having ever is.

Today, Sandra can recall with laughter her first attempts to learn how to cook. "Of course," she admits, "it wasn't so funny then." There was the time she let the coffee boil out, and burst into tears when she was confronted with the thick black residue at the bottom of the pot. It took two more pots before she learned !

Or when she went shopping in the supermarket for the first time, and bought far more than she could ever possibly carry home! There she stood, surrounded by six large brown bags of groceries, in front of a large, very prominent sign reading, "We do not deliver." But she was Sandra Dee, sweet and pretty Sandra Dee, and who could resist a request from her? Especially one made with her eyes full of tears, tears just waiting for the opportunity to flow down her pretty cheeks.

A startled Bobby Darin opened the door of their Bel-Air home and found his little wife standing at the head of a line of six men from the supermarket, each holding a large brown bag of groceries. "Hello dear," she said and walked in, followed by her entourage. The bags were deposited on the kitchen table, and, after a smile from their queen, the men-in-waiting left.

Bobby has since made it a practice to go to the supermarket with Sandy.

Sandy has learned since those early mistakes. And there has been a great deal to learn. "I can now cook--almost," she says, proudly. "And shop fairly well. And manage a household... do you know, I was so surprised. It all came so naturally to me." Bobby had a lot to learn, too, as far as the techniques of husband-around-the-house were concerned.

"I'm the greatest picture hanger-upper this side of the Mississippi," he says proudly. And promptly takes the unwitting visitor on a tour of the house. They've done a splendid job, those two. Their home is large and roomy. Proud possessions include a huge semi-circular couch, and one ridiculous bedlamp. Sandy laughs every time she sees it. "I don't know what made us get it. But now that it's here, well, it's so ugly that we love it."

There's a small room at the foot of the stairs, one which the visitor might easily overlook. This is Bobby's room, his own special place. Sandy, instead of resenting it, as many young wives might, is very proud of this part of the house. "This is Bobby's place, where he has a chance to practice, to be alone, to think. "You know, this is one of the things Bobby taught me, the importance of thinking things over, so you know where you're going. I haven,t got mother making my decisions now," she added.

Sandy is growing up. But surely, even Paradise had its evil serpent. Then who would expect things to be all milk and honey in this dream world. And there have been crises.

"But we've gotten through them, much easier, really, because we have each other," Bobby is quick to say. There was the time Sandy had to stay late at the studio, busy with some publicity shots, and Bobby was scheduled to meet her on the corner. When a breathless Sandy arrived, two hours late, her husband was nowhere to be found. "I ran all the way home," she relates, "and he was upstairs, in the bedroom. And very angry. He didn't even give me a chance to explain." No, all he did was just look at Sandy, take her in his arms and say, "I'm sorry I was angry. I know you couldn't help it."

There were other minor crises -- small arguments which seemed major at the time, but things which really concern all young marrieds. But these are the things that add spice to a marriage. The things that show up the personality differences which attracted you to each other in the first place. The things that keep a relationship from being so peaceful and uneventful, it's almost dull.

"And if you fight over small things," Sandy says, wisely, "you don't have time to fight over big things. And the big things don't seem so big after all." And this is one marriage which had quite a few big things to straighten out. What does Sandy do when Bobby is on the road?

There are the phone calls from him, calls at all kinds of odd hours, but are they enough? And how does it feel to have your husband so many miles away, to know that there may be other girls waiting for him, waiting to take advantage of the fact that you are in Hollywood and he is in New York.

"We're together as much as we can be. And when schedules permit, I go where Bobby goes." Sandy thinks for a minute. "But I don't really worry about the other things. If you love someone, well, then of course you trust him."

And Bobby is proud of his wife's career. He laughs at those who point to the Debbie-Eddie debacle, at the dangers of a wife's popularity and success outstripping her husband's. "Me, dad," he laughs, "I'm not worried about her. I'm proud of her.

They seem to have solved the big, knotty problems that faced them. And, what is more important, they appear to be better prepared to face any which may confront them in the future. They have both matured. No longer does Bobby fly off the handle to the press, or offend people with an assumed egotism. He doesn't have to anymore. He has the love and affection for which he hungered all his life.

And Sandy has grown up. No longer is she the sheltered, pampered little girl, the girl to whom everything came easy. She is a woman now, a woman who is proud to take care of her man.

They're still looking for their dream house, a wonderful big place surrounded by trees. With lots of room for nurseries. Bobby already has the plans for the dream castle he will build for his fairy princess.

It's true these two never had a honeymoon. There were jobs to do, commitments to keep, and romantic interludes had to wait. But, if you think of a honeymoon as a feeling, more than as a vacation you take when you're married... if you think of a honeymoon as love, as happiness, as dreams come true . . . then you can understand why Sandy says, "Honeymoon? Why we've never finished ours....and we never will."




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