There were days that I worked all the time, without a layoff, or a rest, finishing one picture and reporting for another sometimes on the same day.
When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.
Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.
I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.
Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.
My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.