Although she didn’t become famous, my mom and Rita Hayworth have a few things in common. In addition to being an incredibly talented actress and singer, Mom used to draw. Her drawings were of an ethereal nature: plants, gardens, girls in diaphanous gowns and the family cat Mitzi. Hayworth painted still lifes and flowers. They both read voraciously and survived the Great Depression.
They both changed their names for the stage. Mom’s given name was Dolores Wozodlo which she changed to Katherine Lind, after Jenny Lind, the opera singer, also known as the “Swedish nightingale.” Mom always hated both her first and last name. Well, you can’t blame her. Dolor means “sadness,” “anguish” or “mental suffering.” Wozodlo was too clunky for an actress. Hayworth’s real name was Margarita Carmen Cansino.
Both she and Rita were glamour girls.


Also like Mom, Rita Hayworth had Alzheimer’s disease. In the late 70s, Hayworth became very ill with what some doctors misdiagnosed as “alcoholic dementia.” Although Hayworth did have a drinking problem, her daughter Yasmin Aga Khan said she believed it was something else as evidenced by her mother’s confusion, disorientation and panic. Hayworth had an alcoholic “breakdown” in 1978 and was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 1980. At the time, little was known about the disease. Khan learned that some Alzheimer’s sufferers turn to alcohol for comfort when their memories start to fade. I did not know this. Ms. Khan took care of her mother who was living in a small apartment on Central Park West until she died in 1987 at the age of 68.
Like me, Khan worries about inheriting the disease. She watched her mother suffer with it for seven years. Near the end, Hayworth was bedridden and did not recognize anyone. She was not alert when her only grandson was born in 1985.
This may be one of the most difficult posts I have ever written. I am feeling very vulnerable right now. I am not a princess like Khan and my mother was no Hollywood icon, but this disease seems to dissolve all barriers between people.
The 2009 documentary I Remember Better When I Paint will be airing this Sunday afternoon (EST) on PBS. It shows how painting, drawing and museum visits contribute to an improved quality of life and some restoration of memory and identity for those with Alzheimer's.
Later in life, Hayworth took up painting again which brought her great comfort. I am thinking this weekend I will bring my mother an easel and some paints and see if she will paint with me. I am no artist, but I can draw simple flowers and stick figures. She will clearly outshine me here.


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My plan is, if I get it, in the early stage I'm just going to do all the "dangerous" stuff I don't do now for fear of getting killed. I'll finally take that trip to Scotland with my husband & maybe I'll wander off at a distillery & fall into a vat of Scotch & mercifully drown, or step off one of those craggy cliffs while trying to take a photo of the sea.
I really like this idea of painting as a link to remembering & functioning! & it's a good thing (& you are clearly a good & loving daughter), painting with your mother (who is a knockout in that photo & from your description sounds like she's had quite the life!) As for stick figures, clearly your creative skill is with words.
scanner, I agree. My next door neighbor had to put her husband into a nursing home a few years ago after he started getting violent with her. She had no choice. She also says she would have preferred if he had cancer.
Mary, thanks very much.
The clip you put up from the documentary is inspirational, thank you. I'll try to find it all here.
I wish you every success with your mom.
I can't imagine anything more wonderful/scary/momentous than drawing or painting alongside my elders, childhood roles reversed, or not ... each of us exploring, in our own way.
What lifts me, as I read and watch, is hope. Always, I think, connecting is what matters most ... however we can manage it. The role of art, of creativity, and its ability to allow connections in the ways shown, suggested here ... bring different tears.
I've followed Kim and so have seen his words as well. Thank you for offering these words. I will think this weekend of you and your mother and the paints you will bring. You have given gifts here even before you lift the easel this weekend.
Chicken Maaan, I didn't think about painting with her until I heard about the documentary on PBS. I brought her a sketch pad and pencils last year but she wasn't interested. We shall see. What a small world!
I wonder if, along with painting, drawing and museum visits, if something like attending an opera or musical would be beneficial too?
But spending some time painting with your mum ... sure sounds like it could be a whole lot of fun! Dare you to post your paintings!!!
fernsy, Alzheimer's is genetic so I doubt she will get it (hoping not). My maternal grandmother had it too, I'm pretty sure, although we all thought she was senile because she stopped speaking English and went back to her native German and didn't recognize her daughters toward the end. Thank you for being so kind.
Thoth, absolutely. As the song goes, "You Can't That Away from Me."
Little Kate, thank you. I will see if I am so bold! xox
I had to read your post again. I was at work yesterday when I read it, and I got very emotional. It almost froze me. I can't explain it. My heart goes out to you so much.
As you know, I had to watch my dad slowly fade away, not from Alzheimers, but from not being able to eat. When he passed I had regrets like, should I have done this or that better. But I didn't regret that I never spent time with him, and that is some comfort now that he is gone. I couldn't see him every week because my parents lived upstate, but I went every few weeks and I spent time sitting with him. I told him everything I wanted to, and I'm so glad I did. You should never have any regrets, because you have done so much for your mom.
I hope this never ever happens to you, and I feel for you for having those fears. I didn't know it was hereditary. There are so many advances in medicine, and hopefully there will be advances in this awful disease soon. And I'd be glad to walk in the alzheimers walk next time. You and your mom will be in my prayers always.
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My sister has provided her with all the materials, I sent her cards with flowers, but she hasn't started yet. A dear friend said that the fact she even thought of and said what she did was a precious in itself.. Just as jour post is to me. Thank you for sharing this.
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I think so too, Marilyn.