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FONTAINE LEFT HOME
By SOMA EEE
those I love. If I want to develop a distinct personality, one that will be marketable at the box-office, I must not be in too intimate contact with others.
"I am one of those," and her broad, gray eyes were wells of seriousness, "who must live alone. If I don't I can't possibly maintain the integrity of my individuality."
Joan is young— just twenty. For her, this separation took courage — for the home nest is sheltered and comfortable. But she is a girl with an unusual history, which is the key not only to her courage, but to the personality which requires solitude.
She has the will-power to do things as she sees them. The same will-power which has saved her life time and again, by the very tenacity to remain alive.
From infanthood, Joan was frail. How the spark of life continued in that little body was a miracle. Wise physicians couldn't quite understand it. It seemed so impossible that a veritable baby would have so much fight in her.
She was born in Tokyo, Japan, and for the first two years of her life lived in the International Settlement. Her father had business interests in that country.
For the sake of Joan, the mother took her two small daughters to the United States, where the climate was more equable. They settled in Saratoga, California, where Olivia and Joan grew up.
| Childhood for Joan Fontaine was defined primarily by long weeks in bed, interspersed with only occasional periods of well-being, when she could play and study like other children.
So, from the very beginning, loneliness was part and parcel of her life. She learned to depend on her own resources. She learned the value of doing only those things which were good for her. [Continued on page 48]
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The game room, left, for those occasional bridge games has a cool green leather card table set, light yellow sofa, dark brick red chairs and antiqued knotty pine walls. Above, one of the bedrooms. The massive bed has a luxuriously tufted head in shades of peach. Color motif is French blue, aqua blue and green. The breakfast room is blue and white with growing plants in the window. Certainly all this is the perfect background for her blonde loveliness. Top, Olivia De Havilland
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