I will be totally upfront with you, dear reader. There are multiple websites, blogs, web forums, yahoo groups, facebook pages, etc. where you can immerse yourself in the version of Jeanette’s life that involves her having an affair with Nelson Eddy. This is not one of those places. If the idea of Jeanette living the life that Jeanette said she did makes you physically ill, please move along. Any rude remarks can also be saved for those forums.
I hate that I have to put a disclaimer on this. I really do.
There are approximately 7,000 ways in which you can personally view Jeanette. Okay, that may be a little bit of an exaggeration, but there used to be one, then two, then I showed up. Jeanette and Gene Raymond were married on June 16th, 1937. To be honest, I had to check to make sure that was right because I’m as terrible with dates as Jeanette was. What some people have a problem with, about my “side” of the fence, we folks they refer to as “Saints,” is that a lot of people paint the marriage as candy, roses, and rainbow farts all day, every day. I’m telling you right now- that’s no more true than Jeanette and Nelson running off into the woods to start a colony of little sin babies.
What do I mean by all of that, though? I mean that Jeanette was raised to never give up on a person or thing she loved. She said that, herself. There were a lot of great times in their marriage that overshadow the bad, but I want people to understand that Jeanette was a dedicated wife who reached stress levels unimaginable to keep her marriage together, sometimes. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. This wasn’t a woman who would have ever been content to live with herself, allowing anyone to tell her who to marry. You think it’s some sort of cakewalk to get a daily letter from your mother in law, who hates you and tried to ruin your career, telling you what a terrible person you are? That happened to Jeanette, it gets overlooked a lot like it was no big deal. People gloss over the rotten things Jeanette went through, just so she could marry and stay married to Gene. And this isn’t to say that Gene didn’t put in his own effort, too. He was notorious for his lavish surprises, namely something about the size of, oh, a house. The story of Twin Gables is nothing short of a testament to love.
I suppose that the moral of the story here is that, if you want an example of what real love is, you need look no further than the MacRaymonds. I’m not naïve enough to think that it was a Disney romance, but I’m firm in my belief that, from what I’ve read of Jeanette’s own words and the accounts of her friends, her marriage was her proudest accomplishment. I’m not here to hide anything or provide any shocking exposés. Simply put- why call Jeanette a liar? Sure, she fudged her birth year, but who didn’t, at some point? That doesn’t make everything she says false. Trust Jeanette, man. She’s got a lot of good stuff to say.