Hey pallies, likes just stumbled 'cross this cool article, "Children Of Paradise" from the March 2009 issue of Vanity Fair. Written by "Fair's" national editor Todd S. Purdum, the article is packed with groovy info on many children of the stars as they grew up in the land of Hollywood. I have excerpted below the stories shared by our Dino's girl pallie Gail Martin....givin' us more clues what it was like to be part of family Martin and call Dino daddy-o. If you wanna read this great work of prose in total, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinopost. Oh, how I loves learnin' more and more 'bout our great man and the life he lived with his fam. Dinodiggin', DMP
But Gail Martin, Dean’s second-oldest daughter, and one of his seven biological children from two marriages, didn’t get a car at all—at least not at first—precisely because she was one of so many.
“I said, ‘Look, Dad, every single person in my class is getting a car when they turn 16, every one of them,”’ Martin—now Gail Martin Downey—recalls. “He says, ‘Well, then, you shouldn’t have any trouble getting a ride to school!’ He said, ‘I have seven! They only have, like, two each!’ So it was funny.” Still, there were other advantages. “Dad would say, ‘Look, if you get caught driving, I can do any ticket. Just don’t go west of Whittier, south of Wilshire, north of Mulholland, or east of Doheny Drive. Then I can fix your ticket. Otherwise, watch your driving!”’
Gail Martin Downey, 63, whose best friend was Liza Minnelli, told me, “Somebody asked me a long time ago, ‘So what’s it like to be Dean Martin’s daughter?’ You want to say, finally, ‘Compared to what?’ I always was, you know? And people would say to me, ‘So, you go out to dinner?’ And I said, ‘Oh, we went out to dinner.’ ‘How was the service?’ I said, ‘I don’t know. I was with Dad.’”
Most Saturday nights, Dean Martin and his second wife, Jeannie (who helped raise his children from his first marriage, and three more of theirs together), had a party in their big house on Mountain Drive just above Sunset—often the setting for an argument between Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh. “Dad said, ‘Oh, swell! The Saturday-night fights,”’ recalls Gail Martin Downey, who abandoned her own singing career to raise a family and now lives quietly in Rancho Mirage, California, and who would babysit for little Jamie Lee Curtis.
Weeknights involved a stricter regimen. In exchange for letting Dean play golf more or less whenever he wanted, Jeannie insisted only that he be home for dinner with the kids each night by six sharp. One night, while filming a movie with Sinatra, he brought Frank home for dinner right on time, only to find his seven little Martins, the prodigious issue of his loins, each with a guest, filling all the chairs. “And,” recalls George Schlatter, a family friend (and the creator of Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In), “Dean said to Frank, ‘How about that? I fucked myself out of a seat at the dining-room table!’”