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Whatever Happened to Ricky Nelson’s 5 Children?

A Family Born Into Fame and Struggles

Ricky Nelson, America’s first teen idol, grew up in the spotlight alongside his parents, Ozzie and Harriet Nelson, on the 1950s sitcom The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet. In 1963, at just 23, Ricky married 18-year-old Kristen Harmon in a star-studded wedding dubbed the “Hollywood Wedding of the Year.”

The couple had four children together: Tracy, twin sons Matthew and Gunnar, and youngest son Sam. But while their lives looked picture-perfect on TV, the Nelson household faced battles with infidelity, addiction, and heartbreak. After Ricky and Kristen’s bitter divorce in 1982, tragedy struck again in 1985 when Ricky Nelson died in a New Year’s Eve plane crash at just 45.

Behind the fame and chaos, each of Ricky’s five children—including one secret son—would go on to carve out their own unique path.

Tracy Nelson – A Survivor in Hollywood and in Life

Born in 1963, Tracy Nelson was Ricky’s oldest child and only daughter. She made her film debut at age 4 in Yours, Mine, and Ours and later starred in the 1980s sitcom Square Pegs. But tragedy marked her early adult years—her parents’ divorce at 19 and her father’s death at 22.

At just 23, Tracy was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma, later surviving thyroid cancer (2005) and breast cancer (2010). Despite grueling treatments, she continued acting, starring in Father Dowling Mysteries and appearing in shows like Melrose Place and Seinfeld.

A mother of two, Tracy has become a cancer survivor and advocate, honored for her efforts in raising awareness. Now in her 60s, she remains a respected actress and a symbol of resilience.

Matthew and Gunnar Nelson – Twin Rockers Carrying the Legacy

Born in 1967, Matthew and Gunnar Nelson followed in their father’s musical footsteps. After Ricky’s death, the twins channeled their grief into forming the rock band Nelson.

Their debut album After the Rain (1990) went double platinum, and their hit single Can’t Live Without Your Love and Affection made them the first twin brothers to score a Billboard No. 1 hit. With their long blond hair and glam-rock style, they became teen idols in their own right.

Though grunge soon overshadowed their fame, the twins never stopped making music. Today, in their 50s, they tour with their multimedia show Ricky Nelson Remembered, keeping their father’s music alive for new generations.

Sam Nelson – From Family Turmoil to Preserving a Legacy

Born in 1974, Sam Nelson was just 11 when his father died. His childhood was marked by his parents’ ugly divorce and a high-profile custody battle between his mother Kristen and his uncle, actor Mark Harmon.

Despite the chaos, Sam grew into a creative force. He fronted the alternative rock band H is Orange, known for its powerful live performances, and later transitioned into work as a music executive.

Sam also spearheaded the digital restoration of The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, launching a successful campaign to remaster America’s longest-running sitcom. Now in his 50s, Sam keeps a lower profile but remains deeply committed to preserving his family’s legacy.

Eric Jude Crewe – The Secret Son Few Knew About

The story of Ricky Nelson’s children wouldn’t be complete without Eric Jude Crewe, born in 1981 from Ricky’s brief relationship with Georgeann Crewe. Paternity was confirmed by court-ordered testing in 1985, but Eric’s existence remained largely private.

Unlike his half-siblings, Eric was raised away from the spotlight, cared for solely by his mother. He was only four when Ricky died and has lived a quiet life outside Hollywood, respected by the Nelson family for his privacy.

The Nelson Children Today

From Hollywood fame to private lives away from the spotlight, Ricky Nelson’s five children have endured heartbreak, scandal, and triumph.

  • Tracy Nelson continues acting while advocating for cancer awareness.

  • Matthew and Gunnar Nelson still tour and record, proudly carrying on their father’s musical torch.

  • Sam Nelson balances his music career with preserving the Nelson family’s television history.

  • Eric Jude Crewe lives privately, far from the glare of fame.

Together, their stories paint a portrait of survival, reinvention, and resilience—a legacy just as powerful as their father’s music.

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