Children weren’t photographed relentlessly when we were growing up, but these early snapshots of my sister capture her essence. She is gone 25 years today. The photos of us together also speak to my yearning.
As a toddler, Mary starred in a department store fashion show in Lexington, Ky., where we grew up. Modeling a snow suit with leggings, she looks like she is about to step gingerly from the stage, led by a store employee. Mary’s very early interest in couture endured throughout her 33 years—she always dressed with creativity and flair.
We are decked out in spring coats, ready for Mass. It looks like we have fresh pixie haircuts, too.
Mary in mid-air, getting in a few rounds of jump rope after Mass, probably restless from sitting through all those dominus vobiscums and recitations of the Pope’s phone number, et cum spiritu tuo. (You had to have gone to Catholic school to get that joke.)
My grandmother took this one at Avon-by-the-Sea, N.J., in 1964. The bathing caps were undoubtedly Nana’s idea—she worried that the chilly Atlantic would harm our ears! Rifling through old photos brings me to tears every time, but I wept the most when I came across this one. It’s the only one that shows Mary and me clasping hands.
RIP my dear.