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Natalie’s mother made rules — but when she was wrong, said so. “It gave me a good feeling”
With friend Jackie Eastes. “ Crazy fads and collecting manias are part of being like others — one of the gang”
• In one respect, eighteen-year-old Natalie Wood — all of ninety-four pounds and looking as if a strong breeze could blow her away — isn’t an average teenager: She orders escargots for lunch ! Escargots — snails — steeped in butter, garlic and herbs, then stuffed back into their polished shells, certainly isn’t the average eighteenyear-old’s dish of tea. Rather, you’d expect an order of hamburger — with all the trimmings — and a double chocolate malted. But Natalie, lunching at Hollywood’s fashionable Frascati’s explained her surprising choice: “Last week, someone dared me to try snails. I did, and I love ’em. Every time I come here I’m going to have them.” A few days earlier, again at lunch, she’d calmly ordered two pork chops with two sunny-side-up eggs on top, then proceeded to trim away all the egg white. “I love the yolks, but the whites of eggs are so tough and dull.”
Not dull, though, are Natalie’s considered opinions on the subject of “Does Mother Know Best?” With a quick grin and a direct, warm-eyed glance of friendliness, she attacked the subject with as much gusto as she bestowed on the snails. “When I was thirteen and in junior high, the most popular girl in class came in one morning with a blond streak bleached in her hair.
All the boys were attracted. I thought she looked divine and I was filled with envy. And so, when my best girlfriend suggested we go over to her house after school and give ourselves a glamorous streak, I was all for it. Now I wonder how I had the courage to do something that would surely get me into trouble at home; but then I didn’t give it a thought. Like my classmates, life revolved around three things: personal appearance, clothes and boys. You see, since I was four I’d spent most of my time in movies, and school had always meant a studio tutor with just a few classmates, mostly older girls. Fresh from that atmosphere, I found co-education terrific. And I hoped my glamorous hair would get me more attention both at school and at the Saturday movie matinee. Anyway, I went home thinking the peroxide job was just wonderful. But Mother didn’t. Nor did Dad, the strict orre in the family.
Go wash that stuff right out of your hair,’ he commanded.
‘I can’t,’ I wept, ‘it has to grow out.’ Mother then added a few thousand well-chosen ( Continued on page 111)
“When I was younger I resisted Mom’s rule about coming home early. But deep -down, I knew she was right. Teenagers need protection”
“Lana and I feel secure because we know we’re loved. If parents withhold love, a child grows up feeling, ‘How can others like me?’ ”
At eighteen, Natalie Wood feels she has learned a lot — growing up with Mom!
BY MAXINE BLOCK
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