Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1951)

Many things are being said about her. But only the woman who watched her grow up can understand what is happening to Hollywood’s most bewildering young star -P EOPLE think there has been a breach between Elizabeth and me. There has never been a breach and there never will be. My husband and I have been away from home since last March. I had a persistent virus and needed the Florida sun, and then as our children — Elizabeth in her own apartment, Howard in the Army — had no immediate need of us, we came on to New York. Wherever Elizabeth and I are — in Florida, in New York — she telephones to me and I to her. In New York I did miss Elizabeth. We’ve always had so much fun together shopping there; in London, too, and Paris. Liz loves shopping, is so eager about it, so enthusiastic. We had so many laughs together— and never any strain of the mother -daughter relationship. Which reminds me of a letter Elizabeth sent me, from Paris, while she was on her honeymoon! “Now, I realize how much I miss you, Mother,” she wrote. “When you are with someone all the time, I guess you just don’t know. Mother, I miss you all day long. Paris doesn’t seem the same without you. I miss shopping with you. Miss our hot chocolate “klatsches” at Rumpelmayers. Miss the laughs we always had. Miss home, too. Miss sitting on the red couch at home watching TV. Miss Howard and his friends, coming and going. And the gaiety of our house.” And at the end of the letter she wrote: “Mother, remember ( Continued on page 73) BY SARA TAYLOR Turn to the next pages for a preview of the love scenes all Hollywood is talking about — Liz Taylor and Monty Clift in “A Place in the Sun ’ A Mother’s Mew Of LIZ 47