She was a beautiful girl: some say the prettiest of the bunch.
Here’s what she looked like in the summer of 1940 when she came to our camp for three weeks and papa Joe Kennedy was off in England as the Ambassador to the Court of St. James and mama Rose was dividing her time between their winter home in New York and their summer place on the Cape.
This was a scant 18 months before her lobotomy. It was a ‘groundbreaking’ procedure that we now know was badly botched. It broke her family’s hearts, ‘losing’ her this way. Her siblings certainly you can see that in everything you read .
Her second letter to my mom after having had to leave camp appears in the post under this one. It was a different era and not a better one. Today she’d be working at the Stop and Shop and going to dances with her pals on weekends.