I am sorry for your loss. Lynn and I never met, but we shared a birthday, March 8, and so now I know why I felt a kinship ever since 1966, when I saw her in the movie Georgy Girl.
I was 19 and went with Paul H, who was in one of my classes at New York University. Paul was adorable. Although he was shorter than I, it didn’t matter much when we were seated. I think we kissed during the movie, but I may be making up that part. I never understood why Paul had a crush on me since I was chunkier, as well as taller. He was smarter, too.
That’s another reason I fell in love with Georgy (and Lynn.) She was a big girl and insecure about men. So was I, despite my dates with cutie-pie Paul. When sexy Alan Bates fell in love with Georgy, my insecurity disappeared. Maybe there was hope for me.
I’ve watched Lynn every chance I could throughout the years. She was so genuine, so unlike other actors. She enthralled me in Shine, she impressed me when she stood up to her sister for her political views, and she saddened me when she talked of her lonely childhood in Shakespeare for My Father.
I’d occasionally spot her on TV while I flipped channels and always stopped to watch, even if the show was Kojak.
The obit in the paper reported that Lynn had a mastectomy and chemotherapy in 2003 and died of cancer. It also noted that a suit she filed against Universal Television in 1981, for not allowing her to breast-feed in her dressing room, dragged on for 13 years and depleted her finances.