![]() ![]() ![]() Marriage #1-to handsome distant lawyer/cousin Kent-was a well-bred disaster: Father disapproved (when he greeted his first grandchild with the all-purpose line, ""Well, that is a baby!,"" Mary knew he was forever alienated) childbirths were horrific physical love was a grim disappointment Los Angeles life was arid, with jealous outbursts from Kent (himself a philanderer) when she danced the turkey trot or studied tap-dancing. 1885) with only the memory of an ""unloving frown."" (It wasn't till she was 67 that O'Hara found evidence that her mother did love her.) So childhood was divided between Brooklyn Heights (where father was a minister) and Europe-on tour with imperious Grandma May and hysterical Aunt Mellie. O'Hara's rich, well-born mother died young, leaving Mary (b. Readers looking for the heart-warming comforts of My Friend Flicka may be a bit unnerved by this tart, curtly eloquent, posthumous memoir-which often reads more like late Jessamyn West than vintage Mary O'Hara. ![]()
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