Recently, an item popped up on Yahoo!News about Candice Bergen. It was an item I’d read before — about how her Father, Edgar Bergen, ventriloquist to Charlie McCarthy — had left his daughter out of his will. Bergen, it seems, felt it proper to leave his estate to his dummy rather than his daughter. The item suggested that the reason for the elder Bergen’s actions was his anger at Candice’s wild life in the 1960's, something the old man never allowed himself to forgive. And for one of the few times I found myself able to relate to someone like Candice Bergen because I, too, was left out of my father’s will.
It seems so strange to look back at it and think, “Oh, yeah. the crazy old coot disowned me,” or even to think of myself as the “black sheep” but I guess that’s what I am. The disowned daughter. The irredeemable black sheep. Five years on from my father’s death the question remains: how much do I really care about the money or his “legacy?”
[For more of this story, written by Tish Grier, go to https://midcenturymodernmag.co...8ebe?gi=583b2d023ebe]
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