Ralph’s Manuscript - Page 1

In the late 1970’s and early 1980’s, Ralph wrote a manuscript about some of his memories with Marilyn. One of Ralph’s goals was to dispel some of the rumors and alleged relationships that developed after Marilyn’s death. When Ralph attempted to have the manuscript published, it was considered unexciting or too tame to sell books.

This web site will gradually post Ralph’s manuscript, with the possibility of a book. We hope you find it interesting, if not exciting!


**Ralph wrote this manuscript prior to Donald Spoto's book.  He felt that Spoto's book was very true to Marilyn and that its information  was accurate.

We are posting the manuscript "as is" in its unpolished state.  There are edit marks and comments but we're posting only what was actually typed.  The gist is still there.

Ralph's Bio


Published Manuscript

We are entertaining the idea of publishing a first edition of Ralph's manuscript in book form.  This would be a hard bound limited print first edition with the complete manuscript (around 100 pages) and pictures if possible.  At this time we are trying to gauge interest in the book.  If you think you would be interested in a copy of this book, should we publish it,   Draft pages will be posted here so you can get an idea of what it contains.

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Posted - January 2004

So many truths, half-truths, and out and out fabrications, lies, and, especially, phantasmagoricals (?) have been written through the years about Marilyn that I think the time has come for me to change my set rule of silence, and to finally put down on paper the Marilyn I got to know, love and respect during the three and a half years I knew her.

I have read very little of the many books, articles, and ‘exposes’ published about her since August 5, 1962. Enough has filtered through published ‘excerpts’, etc., to make me realize that most have very little in common with this person I knew.  Having done a great deal of soul-searching, and realizing some of our mutual friends and acquaintances will consider me a pharisaical. I saw Lee Strasberg, the night of March 9, 1980, and told him about my decision. "Wonderful, Ralph, wonderful. You’re the one who could. She told me very often that you’re the one person in the world she felt she could tell anything to, that you were the brother she always wanted. It’ll be difficult to relive much of those years, but I’m delighted that you will try to set the record straight on the rare and beautiful person."  When I got out of the army, at the end of World War II, I came to New York to try to become an actor. After several years of working sporadically, I decided it was necessary for me to find some kind of work to keep me ‘going’ in the between times. I had remained in the army Reserves, and went on active duty each summer, both to earn enough money to help me through the other months, and to keep my army rank, Major, intact.  The first summer I was stationed at the Pentagon on a special assignment. During the lunch break one day, I discovered the gymnasium in the bowels of this sprawling building, where I could go to work-out with weights. I also found that there was a steam cabinet, and a masseur. I had never had a massage until then, and found that the Swedes, the Chinese and the Egyptians for thousands of years had been right. Then and there I knew I had found the second profession I’d been trying to find. When I went back to New York that fall, I got a small part in the hit production of MADWOMAN OF CHAILLOT, enrolled in the Swedish Institute of Physio-therapy and Massage, and nine months later passed the New York State examination, and became a licensed masseur.

I have spoken to hundreds of people through the years since August 5, 1962. Each has his idea of Marilyn, good, bad, but never indifferent. Everything in the real world has been written and said about her. Even outside of the world – where Marilyn really was. She was everything special to everybody. She was one of the true originals.  A UFO.  When I finally decided that I should write my memoirs of Marilyn, I took two drinks of vodka and water, gave a toast to her, and there seemed to be a tangible feeling of permission, even approval, but something made me play several records, records of Gertrude Lawrence, Gertrude Niesen, and especially, Janice Mars. Moonlight is Silver, Sunshine is gold. Marilyn is, and was, both.


Manuscript property of the estate of Ralph L. Roberts. Do not copy without permission.