One of the sadder things in my life happened when I was 8...my dad passed away at (it seems to me now) a very young age. My dad was blond but I'm darker like my mom; and since he wasn't around for comparison people always assumed I look like my mother. 
Today I received this picture (LEFT) of my father, taken while he worked at a movie studio when he was about 25 years old. I held it up to a picture of myself at that age and have printed the results. Thank you Cousin JoAnn, for preserving this lovely piece of my past all these years.
It's in the downturn at the corners of the mouth when we relax, and obviously, my daughter Susie inherited it too.
