Lies My Mother Never Told Me (26 page)

 

James Jones and Peter Lawford, Normandy, 1961—My father was hired as a consultant on the movie
The Longest Day
. Here he and Peter Lawford are checking out a rifle.
reprinted by permission of Twentieth Century Fox

 

Frank Sinatra, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster, James Jones, and Fred Zinnemann—This is a publicity shot of their arrival on Oahu to begin filming
From Here to Eternity
.
reprinted by permission of Columbia Pictures

 

Judite, Jamie, and me in East Hampton, summer 1966—Judite did not usually come with us on summer vacations, but coming to the States was a special treat for her. This was her second visit to the United States.

 

Me and Jamie at our grandmother's in Pottsville, Pennsylvania, summer 1968—We're playing with our new blond and shining American toys.

 

Me in Venice, 1961—I caught typhoid fever on our way to Yugoslavia on a scuba-diving expedition and nearly died. This was taken on the beach of the Hotel Excelsior, where I found myself again some thirty-seven years later for the Venice Film Festival screening of
A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries
.

 

Jamie, our dad, and me, Skiathos, Greece, summer 1967—He read us the entire
Odyssey
sitting right here at this table. It was so dark at night that he had to bring a hurricane lamp to the table so he could see.

 

Jones family on the lower quai, 1967—We look so elegant and wholesome! It took my mother two slaps on my bottom to get me into this itchy yellow outfit from Belina's, the most expensive kids' store in Paris. It is a knockoff of the real one she is wearing. I wore it once, on this day, for the pictures.
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Me and my father, East Hampton, 1966—I love this picture. I look just like him, same expression, same body language.

 

James and Gloria Jones at the pulpit bar, Paris, circa 1969—I believe this picture is from 1969 or 1970, just before my father was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He looks extremely bloated and unwell.

 

Gloria in Spetsai, summer 1972—We stayed with our friends the Woods for three summers in the early 1970s. It is high noon and my mother is carrying the ouzo and ice down to the boat.

 

Henry Kissinger, me, and my father, fall 1976—This was taken at a publication party in Washington, D.C., for my father's book
WWII.
My dad was stunned by the number of army and government dignitaries who turned out for him.