My Mother’s Face

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A little indulgence here — as I go through the family photos (there are a lot of them, expect to see them over the coming months — this is a novel slowly unfolding). I was struck how much alike were these two "glamour" head shots — the first of my mother at about 20 (maybe even a wee bit younger judging by her hair style). She had left the farm at North Dakota to go to school at Berkeley (at 16 years old) and then a year later at UCLA. Her mother, Jeanette Westergaard was working as a script writer in Hollywood (under the name of Mahoney…another long story) and thought her daughter needed up-grading. Hair, make-up and glamour shots, washing out the farm girl face. My photo — taken twenty years later was a promotional photo for the theatre. I was, at 16 playing the role of "Sandy" in Muriel Spark's "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie." Hence the photo for the playbook.

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This second pairing is funny — the same photo of me (different version) but my mother at forty — and I realized with some humor that we are both wearing the same sweater. I can't remember now who owned it first. We lived together more like roommates rather than mother and daughter so it's possible that we would have shared this rather nice sweater. I think we both liked the slight ruffle at the neck. I have no idea who took this photo of her, but I love it. She was strangely ageless, and here, without make up and with those 70's bangs, she looks more like the North Dakota farm girl again.

3 thoughts on “My Mother’s Face”

  1. Your mother looked younger at forty! I’m a sucker for mother/daughter stories, being a mother of three girls myself. This is a lovely tribute to your Mum.

  2. My deepest condolences to you, but it is amazing how much alike in appearance you and your mother are. I know from experience every once in a while I see my mother staring back at me in the mirror. At other times I hear her words coming out of mouth and pause just a moment. Like most mothers and daughters we have had our moments that don’t bear repeating but there is always that element of deep and abiding love. Continue to enjoy going through the pictures and seeing just how young our mothers once were.
    Gwen

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