Joan Kroc gave away Ray’s fortune

Ray Kroc’s hamburger money was well spent

Ray and Joan Kroc
  • Ray and Joan Kroc

For years, I believed that the late Joan Kroc was an angel. When San Diegans called her “St. Joan of the Arches” (as in the golden arches of the McDonald’s burger chain), I didn’t feel embarrassed for them. Here was a stunningly beautiful, kindhearted woman who inherited $3 billion from her late husband and gave much of it — if not most of it — to needy charities, preferably secretly.

When she died at age 75 in 2003, I thought she deserved all the kudos she received — and then some. She was a very talented musician and appeared to be the type of diva that opera librettists call “chaste,” even though I knew she had had two marriages and a daughter and had enjoyed at least one peccadillo.

On the other hand, I always thought her late husband, Ray Kroc, deserved the appellation “no-good bastard,” although I grudgingly admitted that he was a helluva good businessman… or, at the least, a very lucky one. He had made “McDonald’s” a household word and changed America’s dining habits, although he refused to change his bad habits, such as excessive alcohol consumption and fiery, childish blowups. He died in early 1984 at 81.

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Lisa Napoli: Ray & Joan

  • Saturday, December 3, 2016, 2 p.m. to 4 p.m.
  • La Jolla Library, 7555 Draper Avenue, San Diego
  • Free

Now there is a book that presents a balanced picture of both of them. It’s Ray & Joan: The Man Who Made the McDonald’s Fortune and the Woman Who Gave It All Away, by Lisa Napoli, published by Dutton. The publication date is November 15, and Napoli gives a talk about the book at 2 p.m. December 3 at the La Jolla library.

Lisa Napoli

Lisa Napoli

Consider the “chaste” designation. Joan was married to a McDonald’s franchisee. She and her first husband were widely admired in Rapid City, South Dakota, where they had their franchise and he was known as “Mr. McDonald’s.” However, tongues wagged when word got around that the “vivacious blond piano player” would have “a cigarette in one hand and a martini in the other when kids came over to play after school,” writes Napoli. When Ray Kroc would meet Joan and her husband in Rapid City, local gossips thought Joan was leaning toward Ray “a bit too suggestively.”

She had met Kroc in 1957 while playing the organ at a posh St. Paul restaurant — surrounded by heavy cigarette smoke, as usual. She wore a dress “that flaunted her figure,” says the book. “She loved to flirt, to chat up strangers.” The dapper popinjay Ray Kroc walked in and was immediately smitten. Long into the night, they talked. Both were married, and Ray was lining up a second marriage. Ray was 26 years older than Joan and wallowing in debt that had piled up in his efforts to get a national fast-food chain going full bore.

Soon, Ray and Joan were having a secret, long-distance affair, although Ray told his lawyer that it didn’t involve sex — yet. Writes Napoli, “Every so often, she’d impose on a friend to mind her daughter for a few days, offering up a vague excuse with a wink for her need to get out of town — without her husband. The friend couldn’t help but wonder: Was it to see Ray?”

Joan wanted to make it in the big time — and, particularly, to get out of Rapid City, which she called “Wretched City.” In the early 1960s, she agreed to marry Ray. They would move in together in Woodland Hills, about 30 miles from downtown Los Angeles. First, they had to move to Las Vegas temporarily. No-fault divorces could be quickly attained there. They had to wait six weeks to legitimize their union in the eyes of the law and social convention. In the fifth week, Joan backed out.

Her mother did not approve of her abandoning her husband. And according to the book, Joan’s teenage daughter Linda told her, “If you marry him, forget that you have a daughter.” Her husband, of course, was deeply saddened by the whole thing. So Joan returned to Wretched City, sans Ray.

However, the clandestine affair had given enormous satisfaction to both of them. In 1969, having divorced their spouses, they married.

By that time, they were very rich. In April of 1965, McDonald’s went public by selling stock to outside investors. The stock opened at $22.50 and by week’s end was $36. At age 63, Ray was worth $33 million on paper and had $3 million in cash. Finally, Ray could strut legitimately, and Joan’s life was changed forever. Eventually, he would be worth $500 million.

But there was a problem: Ray’s drinking. In his younger days, when he was struggling, he constantly gulped a brand of booze that Napoli calls “rotgut.” Even after Ray was worth more than $30 million, he still gulped that rotgut.

And, as in the past, Ray would fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. Joan was often his target. In 1971, when they were living in one of Chicago’s richest areas, Joan filed for divorce, claiming that Ray had “a violent and ungovernable temper” inflicting upon her “physical harm, violence, and injury.” He moved out of their luxury Lake Shore Drive quarters. Meanwhile, the Boy Scouts presented Ray with the Good Scout award for his support of a national beautification program.

But the old pattern returned. In early 1972, she called off the separation and the couple reconciled. Joan would never speak of the incident again — just as she attempted to keep his alcoholism secret.

The Krocs’ house in Fairbanks Ranch

The Krocs’ house in Fairbanks Ranch

Because Ray had purchased the San Diego Padres, the couple moved in to a luxurious home in Fairbanks Ranch. Word about Ray’s drinking was hard to suppress. In one game, typically, the Padres were getting whipped. Ray, cocktail glass in hand, barged into the public address announcers’ box. He grabbed the microphone, apologized for the team’s play, and said, “This is the most stupid ball playing I’ve ever seen.”

In 1976, Joan set up Operation Cork, which informed doctors and health workers of the dangers of alcoholism. The secret about Kroc’s drinking was out. She attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings to understand his behavior. She had minor vices, too. She would go “off to Vegas to gamble for sixteen hours straight,” writes Napoli.

After he died, and particularly after she learned she had little time to live, she accelerated her giving: the universities of Notre Dame and San Diego to promote peace, Salvation Army, an animal center, San Diego Opera, KPBS…the list goes on.

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Gail Powell: Joan Kroc was close to Maureen O'Connor and Helen Copley. They had lots of power in San Diego, but didn't throw it around. All three had faults, but could qualify as saints, in my opinion. Best, Don Bauder

Charles Ebeling: Joan did break up her family to marry a very rich and successful man, 26 years her senior. She thus became extremely rich. This book comes closest to shedding light on this part of her life. Best, Don Bauder

There is a movie about Ra Kroc coming out this fall (or early 2017) called "The Founder." It's supposed to be about how Kroc built the burger empire. Michael Keaton plays Ray Kroc. There is no Joan Kroc character, but there is her daughter Linda Smith.

Ponzi: Puzzling. How could there be a movie about Ray Kroc without Joan? There is no question that Ray Kroc was a great businessman, although he came close to bankruptcy. The book gets into his business skills. If the movie is honest, it will give credit to some of Kroc's associates, who played a key role in the building of McDonald's, and may have saved Ray from bankruptcy. Best, Don Bauder

Laura Dern is playing Kroc's wife, Ethel Fleming, from whom Kroc divorced in 1961. No mention of Joan in any of the different credits I have looked up.

Perhaps most of the story winds up before he gets married to Joan? It seems that to complete his story, it would have to include his ownership of the Padres, when he was married to Joan.

I guess we will have to see what Hollywood did to Ray's story.

Ponzi: Yes, I don't know how this story can be written without Joan. It may focus on the times that he was on the brink of bankruptcy. Or how his associates kept him out of bankruptcy. Best, Don Bauder

"Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste (intelligence) of the American public." --H. L. Mencken

The validity of this statement continues to be amply demonstrated, especially in this election year.

I tried a 99-cent McDonald's "burger" and fries in 1955 in San Bernardino. What a ripoff! Never made that mistake again; didn't even get the "free fries" with the red star on my receipt.

"Frankly, m'dears, I don't give a damn!" --Rhett Butler character in "Gone With the Wind."

Flapper: I have had few McDonald's burgers in my life. When I was a grad student in my 20s, I thought a McDonald's burger and fries were a good deal. A couple of years ago, my wife and I were in an airport with little time. We tried a McDonald's burger. My wife threw hers out after one bit. I ate mine reluctantly, because I was hungry. Ugh. Best, Don Bauder

A bad burger doesn't make bad business. It actually goes to show that influencing things doesn't require genius where it's not required. Everyone can make a burger better than Macdonald's, that's fact, yet I have to admit I still crave Macdonalds burger's and I'm a fishotarian, I especially like the cheese. But anyhow all that is irrelevant, the genius lies in creating what has been created, a Macdonalds every 1000 metres and they still earning gazillions. Franchising, marketing, wrapping an idea in a bun, concepts that have graced this world; of which their origins hold much more importance than one would figure. The devil is in the wrapping!!!

Bruce Gibney: Yes, the author was aware of Joan's gambling habit. I mention it in my column above. The Vegas casinos laid out the carpets for her. As I understand it, she was a high roller. That money could have gone to eleemosynary pursuits. Still, all in all, she was much more saint than sinner. Best, Don Bauder

It's enjoyable learning new things reading Bauder…“eleemosynary” is a real word.

Once upon a time, I lived a few doors away from a McDonald's. It was one of the Golden Arches without a drive-thru or indoor seating. I was 11 years old and would hang around the McDonald's with some friends. One day the manager offered to pay me to clean up the parking lot. A few days later he offered a tour of the restaurant. Then he offered to let me be a guest worker. They put one of those (garrison) style paper hats on me. He showed me how to measure the syrup and make milkshakes (which were stored in a cooler). Then he let me work the counter taking orders, bagging them and making change. I was never allowed to use the grill or deep fryers. I guess the manager got a kick out of it as well as the customers. I was paid in burgers, fries and milk shakes.

I only did this for a few evenings. My mother, who worked for the California Human Resources Development (later EDD), was mortified that her 11 year old son was working, in the evening and violating labor laws. Anyway, I think the food was better back then than today.

I'll always remember my days of working at a McDonald's. Thankfully, I never worked in fast food again.

Ray Kroc was in the milkshake business before he struck it rich with McDonald's. Best, Don Bauder

icant find any info on how he treated his first wife and daughter after the divorce. please someone give me info on this . curious girl

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