This celebrated Golden Age actress stumbled into Hollywood stardom as a child, beginning an illustrious acting career purely by chance. In her later years, she reflected on her extraordinary path and humbly shared, “I enjoyed it.”
The former child star, who received a special Oscar at the age of seven—only to have it stolen years later—has just celebrated her 88th birthday. Explore her transformation through photos—from her glory days to recent moments.
The California native’s journey to fame is as intriguing as the legacy she built in Hollywood, starting with an unexpected opportunity.
An undated image of the actress posing for a Christmas photo | Source: Getty Images
Unlike many child stars, she wasn’t guided by a stage mother intent on finding fame. The actress’s mom, a renowned Spanish dancer widowed shortly after her daughter’s birth, was focused on her own career.
An undated image of the Shirley Temple and the child actress | Source: Getty Images
During a photoshoot with the acclaimed Paul Hesse, she brought her two-year-old daughter and their dog, as no babysitter was available. Hesse, taken by the dog’s charm, photographed him for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. However, he also noticed the little girl’s appeal.
The actress pictured on January 1, 1943 | Source: Getty Images
“He said, ‘The baby’s not bad either, she’s kind of cute,’ and we made the cover,” the star later recounted. That first cover led to several more, eventually catching the attention of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios (MGM) scouts.
The child star on the set of “Lost Angel,” 1943 | Source: Getty Images
A small role in a studio production soon followed, with her film debut appearing as a one-minute shot in “Babes on Broadway” at four years old.
Roy Rowland and the child actress on the set of “Lost Angel,” 1943 | Source: Getty Images
But the celebrity’s big moment came the following year when she was cast in “Journey for Margaret” (1942), a performance that propelled her into instant stardom.
The actress on the set of “Journey for Margaret,” 1942 | Source: Getty Images
Her talent earned widespread admiration from colleagues and audiences alike, who lovingly referred to her as “America’s favorite sweetheart.” With performances that left an indelible mark on Hollywood, she cemented her status as one of the era’s most cherished stars.
(L-R) Laraine Day, the child actress, William Severn, and Robert Young on the set of “Journey for Margaret,” 1942 | Source: Getty Images
One of the “Jane Eyre” alum’s most iconic roles was playing Judy Garland’s lively younger sister, Tootie, in the classic musical “Meet Me in St. Louis” (1944).
The actress and Judy Garland on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
As her career blossomed, she remained shielded from many of the pitfalls that plagued other child celebrities of her time, thanks to her mother’s unwavering support.
Tom Drake, Judy Garland, and the child star pictured in a promotional portrait for “Meet Me In St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity once shared in an interview, “I was very fortunate to have a mother that spoke up to [studio head] Louis B. Mayer,” a notable difference from Garland’s experience, whose mother was unable to protect her from the pressures imposed by the studio.
The actress and Judy Garland on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
While Judy Garland faced relentless criticism about her weight and was forced to take amphetamines and barbiturates, the actress revealed her experience was far different.
Judy Garland and the actress on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
“When I came to the studio, that was all taken away,” she explained, recalling that teachers were present on the MGM lot and diet pills were no longer part of the equation. Amid this supportive environment, the Hollywood star delivered a performance in “Meet Me in St. Louis” that charmed audiences.
The actress, Judy Garland and fellow cast members on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
Actress Margaret O’Brien’s work on the film earned her a special Juvenile Academy Award in 1945 at seven years old as an Outstanding Child Actress of 1944. The honor also solidified her status as the highest-paid entertainer in the country at the time.
The actress accepts her Juvenile Academy Award from Bob Hope on March 15, 1945 | Source: Getty Images
The actress photographed on January 1, 1945 | Source: Getty Images
The public figure’s Oscar was kept in a dedicated awards room at her home. In 1954, during a time when the then-17-year-old’s mother was gravely ill, the family’s maid took the statuette, along with two other awards, home to polish—something she had done before.
The celebrity pictured on May 10, 1954 | Source: Getty Images
The actress posing for a portrait on January 1, 1955 | Source: Getty Images
The actress on the set of the musical “Little Women,” 1958 | Source: Getty Images
However, after the maid was dismissed and moved away without leaving a forwarding address, the award was not returned.
The actress pictured on January 1, 1960 | Source: Getty Images
The actress posing for a photo on January 1, 1968 | Source: Getty Images
In the years that followed, O’Brien continued to search for her missing Oscar. While browsing antique shops and flea markets, she often reminded herself, “If I don’t lose hope, it’ll come around.”
The actress attends The Thalians Presidents Club’s Crown Russe Ball on February 13, 1977, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity at the Fifth Annual American Cinema Awards on January 30, 1988, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The actress attends the taping of “America’s All-Star Tibute to Elizabeth Taylor” on February 23, 1989, in Palm Desert, California. | Source: Getty Images
Fortunately, it eventually did. After nearly four decades, her search came to an end in 1995 when she was finally reunited with the special Oscar.
Margaret O’Brien attends a press conference to announce return of her long lost Oscar on February 7, 1995, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
This came after baseball memorabilia collectors Steve Neimand and Mark Nash found the prestigious trophy at a Pasadena swap meet and ensured its return. “I never thought it would be returned,” O’Brien said at the time.
Margaret O’Brien and Arthu Hiller at a press conference on February 7, 1995, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
Looking back on her journey in another interview, she reflected on the challenges of transitioning from a beloved child star to an adult actress, “It’s harder to get people to accept the fact you’re older, but it’s good because it helped me as an actress.”
Margaret O’Brien at an event honoring actress Rose Marie with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on October 3, 2001, in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
The award-winning star credited television with allowing her to move beyond her childhood roles and take on more mature parts. “It has given me a chance to get out of the awkward age—something the movies couldn’t do for me,” she explained.
Margaret O’Brien during “The Ten Commandments” opening night on September 27, 2001, in Los Angeles, California. | Source: Getty Images
“Regrets? No, I have no regrets at all about spending my childhood as an actress,” O’Brien expressed. Her mother ensured she stayed grounded by making sure she played with the neighborhood children and received the same allowance as any other kid her age.
Margaret O’Brien at the Professional Dancers Society’s 27th Annual Gypsy Award Luncheon on March 30, 2014, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity’s grounded upbringing and positive outlook have shaped her approach to life and her career. “I really enjoyed it, and it gave me a wonderful life,” she said of her acting journey in another interview, which has included steady work in television and on stage.
Margaret O’Brien attends the TCM Classic Film Festival’s opening night gala and world premiere of “Oklahoma!” on April 10, 2014 in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
Decades later, the veteran star’s talent continues to impress audiences, with fans frequently praising her timeless performances.
Margaret O’Brien attends the screening of “Meet Me in St. Louis” on April 11, 2014, in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
One social media user remarked, “Great actress. Wonderful person. You brought happiness to so many people, thank you, Margaret O’Brien.” Another added, “What a girl, the most talented child star of them all.” A third shared, “Always loved her!!”
O’Brien’s personal life has been as eventful as her career. She was first married to Harold Robert Allen Jr. from 1959 to 1969. Years later, in 1974, she remarried Roy Thorsen, with whom she welcomed her daughter, Mara Thorsen, in 1977.
Margaret O’Brien attends as Michael Bush receives a star on the Palm Springs’ Walk of Stars on November 9, 2021, in Palm Springs, California. | Source: Getty Images
O’Brien’s journey from a beloved young actress to a respected performer on stage and television highlights her exceptional skill and dedication. Years after her rise to fame, she remains a cherished figure in Hollywood, admired by both fans and peers.
Margaret O’Brien attends the Judy Garland 100th Birthday Gala & Fragrance Reveal on June 10, 2022, in Los Angeles, California. | Source: Getty Images
With a legacy of unforgettable performances and a life filled with memorable achievements, she continues to be celebrated as one of the most legendary stars of her era.
I Woke up with a Stranger’s Baby in My Arms and a Note in Her Little Hands
They say miracles come when you least expect them. But as I sat in the park, drowsy from another failed fertility treatment, I never imagined waking up with a newborn baby in my arms and a note in her tiny hands that would shatter my world into a million pieces.
Some days change your life forever. For me, it was an ordinary Tuesday in September when my world turned upside down. I’m Grace, 35 years old, and for eight years, my husband Joshua and I have tried desperately to have a child. We’ve endured countless treatments, shed more tears than I can count, and watched our dreams slip away month after month…
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That afternoon, I had just left another disappointing appointment at the fertility clinic. Dr. Rivera’s words still echoed in my head, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Thompson. The latest round wasn’t successful.”
The drive home was a blur. I pulled over twice, unable to see through my tears. As if mocking my situation, the radio played a commercial for diapers, and I had to turn it off.
Eight years of this emotional rollercoaster had taken its toll on both of us. Joshua and I barely talked about it anymore, the silence between us growing with each failed attempt.
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I couldn’t face going home right away.
Joshua would be there, trying to be strong for both of us, and I couldn’t bear to see the hope die in his eyes one more time.
So I went to Riverside Park, our quiet haven in the chaos of the city.
“Just need to clear my head,” I mumbled to myself, settling onto a sun-warmed bench. The medication always made me drowsy, and before I knew it, my eyes were drifting closed.
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The gentle cooing of pigeons and the distant laughter of children must have roused me from my medication-induced slumber.
As my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the late afternoon sun, I realized everything had changed.
In my arms was a sleeping newborn baby girl, swaddled in a pale yellow blanket. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.
A baby swaddled in a pale yellow blanket | Source: Midjourney
“Oh God, oh God!” I jerked upright, trying not to jostle the infant even as panic seized my chest. My eyes darted wildly around the park. “Hello? Please, is anyone there? This baby… whose baby is this?”
That’s when I noticed the note, clutched in her tiny fist like a lifeline. With trembling fingers, I carefully unfolded the paper. The handwriting was rushed, almost frantic:
“Her name’s Andrea. I can’t take care of her anymore. Now she’s yours. Forgive me for everything. Don’t look for me. You’ll never find me. Take care of her. Goodbye.”
A woman holding a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe.
Next to the bench was a diaper bag, packed with everything a newborn would need — formula, diapers, a few onesies, and even a small stuffed rabbit with a pink bow.
I fumbled for my phone, nearly dropping it as I dialed Joshua.
“Grace? Aren’t you supposed to be at the clinic?” he was alarmed.
“Josh, I need you. Now. Something’s happened. Someone left a baby with me in the park. She was… she was just sleeping in my arms. I don’t know what to do.”
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There was a long pause. “Don’t move. I’m coming right now.”
“Josh, I’m scared,” I whispered, looking down at the peaceful face of this mysterious baby. “What if someone’s looking for her? What if something’s wrong?”
“Stay calm, honey. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just… just keep her safe.”
While I waited, I couldn’t help but study the little one’s perfect little face. She couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. Her skin was so soft, her tiny pink fingers curled into fists. Despite the insanity of the situation, something in my heart felt… weird.
A baby fast asleep | Source: Unsplash
An elderly woman walked by, smiling at us. “What a beautiful baby,” she said. “How old is she?”
My throat tightened. “Just a few weeks.”
“Treasure every moment,” she advised. “They grow up so fast.”
If only she knew.
An older lady talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney
Joshua’s car screeched to a halt at the park entrance fifteen minutes later. He ran toward us, his face brimming with confusion and concern.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, staring at the sleeping little angel. “Is this real?”
“I don’t know what to do,” I said, tears finally spilling over. “We need to go to the police, right?”
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He nodded, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit I knew well. “Yeah, we do. But first, is she okay? Does she need anything?”
As if on cue, Andrea began to stir, her face scrunching up. Before she could cry, I found myself swaying her gently, the way I’d always imagined I would with our own baby.
“Shh, it’s okay, little one,” I whispered. “We’ll figure this out.”
Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Unsplash
Joshua watched us, confused and happy at the same time. “You look so natural with her, Grace,” he said softly.
“Don’t,” I warned. “This isn’t… we can’t think like that. We need to do the right thing.”
He nodded, but I could see the longing in his eyes. The same longing I’d been fighting all these years.
“Let’s go to the police station,” he said finally. “They’ll know what to do.”
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The police station buzzed with activity. As officers pored over security footage from the park, I noticed the face of the woman who abandoned the baby was frustratingly blurry, thwarting attempts to identify her.
Meanwhile, social services were notified, and I found myself repeating my story countless times.
“No, I didn’t see anyone… Yes, I was asleep… The note was in her hand when I woke up…”
A kind officer named Brooke brought us coffee and a bottle of milk for Andrea. “You’re doing the right thing,” she assured us. “We’ll figure out where she belongs.”
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Through it all, I couldn’t let go of Andrea. She needed a diaper change, and Officer Brooke directed me to a small bathroom.
That’s when everything changed again.
As I carefully changed the baby’s diaper, I saw it — a small, distinctive birthmark on the inside of her thigh.
My heart stopped.
It was identical to Joshua’s, the same mark I’d traced with my finger countless times over our years together.
A woman changing a baby’s diaper | Source: Pexels
The world turned upside down. And memories flashed through my mind. Joshua working late last year, the strange calls he’d take in another room, and the distance that had grown between us.
I walked back out to the waiting area on shaky legs. Joshua was talking to an officer, his back to me.
“Josh,” I called out. “I need to show you something.”
In a quiet corner of the station, I showed him the birthmark. The color drained from his face in an instant.
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“Is there something you need to tell me?” I asked, my teary eyes boring into his. “Are you hiding something from me, Josh?”
He sank into a chair, head in his hands. “Grace, I… I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
“Remember last year, when I was working late on the Miller account?” He couldn’t meet my eyes.
“Tell me… I’m all ears.”
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“There was this woman, Kira. She was going through a divorce, and we started talking. She knew about our struggles to have a baby…”
“Did you sleep with her?”
His silence was answer enough.
“It was just a few weeks,” he finally confessed. “We ended it. I never knew she was pregnant. I swear, Grace, I had no idea.”
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I felt like I was underwater, everything muffled and distant. “While I was taking hormones and going through painful procedures, you were having an AFFAIR?”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
I looked down at Andrea, still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the chaos she’d brought into our lives.
“How could you do this to us?” I cried, staring at Joshua… the man I loved. And trusted unconditionally.
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
“I was lost,” he said, his eyes pleading. “Watching you go through all those treatments, seeing how much pain you were in… I couldn’t handle it. Kira was just… there.”
“And now her baby… your baby… is here. With us.”
The DNA test later confirmed what we already knew. Andrea was Joshua’s daughter.
Close-up of a newborn baby | Source: Unsplash
That night, in our too-quiet house, with Andrea asleep in a hastily purchased bassinet, I finally broke down.
“Do you know what it’s been like? Everyone questioning why I couldn’t give you a child. The pitying looks. The suggestions to ‘just relax and it’ll happen.’ And all this time while you…”
Joshua reached for me, but I backed away. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”
A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney
“I know I messed up, Grace. But please, can we try to work through this? For Andrea’s sake?”
I looked at the sleeping baby. Despite everything, my heart swelled with love for her. She was innocent in all of this.
“I don’t know how to forgive you,” I admitted.
“I don’t know how to forgive myself,” he replied.
A distressed man | Source: Midjourney
Days turned into weeks. We started therapy, trying to rebuild what was broken. Some days were harder than others.
My sister thought I was crazy for staying. “He cheated on you, Grace! File for divorce!”
But as I held Andrea each night, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, I knew it wasn’t that simple. Love rarely is.
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“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again,” I told Joshua one evening as we sat on opposite ends of the couch.
He nodded, his eyes glistening. “I understand. But I’m not giving up on us.”
It’s been months since the stormy revelation of my husband’s affair and the baby that resulted from it. As I rock Andrea to sleep every night, I realize that life doesn’t always follow the path we imagined. Sometimes it takes unexpected turns, bringing us gifts wrapped in challenges.
A heartbroken man holding his head | Source: Midjourney
Yes, Joshua betrayed me, and that pain won’t fade overnight. But looking down at this precious little girl in my arms, I know I can’t walk away. Not from her, and maybe not from us either.
Healing takes time. Trust needs to be rebuilt, slowly and steadily. But as Andrea’s tiny fingers wrap around mine, I feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this isn’t the family we planned for, but it’s ours now. And maybe, just maybe, we can find our way to a new kind of happiness… one day at a time.
Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels
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