The Star Who Won a Special Oscar at 7 Is Now 88 – Her Evolution Will Amaze You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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 celebrity pictured on May 10, 1954 | Source: Getty Images

The actress posing for a portrait on January 1, 1955 | 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

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 pictured on January 1, 1960 | Source: Getty Images

The actress posing for a photo on January 1, 1968 | 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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Single Mother of 3 Shows up for the Reading of Her Late Husband’s Will Only to Find Out the Lawyer Was His Mistress — Story of the Day

Megan showed up to hear her late husband’s will, expecting closure—not betrayal. But when the polished young lawyer read his final words, Megan learned the unthinkable: everything had been left to her. Not to his wife—but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning.

The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold, casting soft light on the dashboard, but Megan could barely keep her eyes open.

Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn’t come from lack of sleep—it comes from loss.

In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, “It’s mine!” and Eli yelled back, “You had your turn!”

“Stop it! Both of you!” Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up’s.

“You’re acting like babies.”

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“Boys, please,” Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.

Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. “Just… stop for five minutes, okay? Please.”

The car fell into a brief, tense silence.

Being a single mom was never easy. Megan had learned to juggle lunches, laundry, late-night fevers, and broken toys. But today, it felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.

Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids’ dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.

The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn’t fully understand what had happened.

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But Megan did.

She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.

She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli—Eli lingered.

He stepped out of the car slowly, backpack dragging behind him. Megan saw the sadness in his eyes, the weight he was trying to hide.

“Hey,” she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.

She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

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He didn’t say anything. Just looked down.

“We’ll get through whatever comes. I promise.” She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.

He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.

Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.

She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.

It was a photo—an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.

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Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.

Her breath caught.

The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.

The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.

Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, “Be strong.”

Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer’s office.

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The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic—maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.

Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.

She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.

A woman in a navy suit stood to greet her. She was tall and polished, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat twist.

Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.

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“You must be Megan,” she said. “I’m Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney.”

Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. “You were his lawyer?” she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.

Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. “Yes. I’ll be reading Tom’s final will.”

Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got three kids and too many things to handle.”

“Of course,” Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again—it didn’t feel warm. It felt smug.

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Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.

“Thomas Carter’s final will… item one: the family home… item two: vehicle… item three: bank accounts…”

Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.

Then—

“And I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.”

The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. “Wait. What did you just say?”

Jennifer looked up, face calm. “Tom left everything to me.”

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“To you?” Megan’s voice cracked. “You’re the lawyer. That doesn’t even make sense!”

“I only follow his instructions,” Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.

“It was his decision.”

Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. “No. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?”

Jennifer didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. “He loved me.”

Megan’s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.

She stepped back, barely able to breathe. “You’ll regret this,” she said, voice low and shaking.

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Jennifer didn’t answer.

Megan didn’t wait for one. She turned on her heel and walked out, the sound of her heels hitting the floor the only thing keeping her upright.

Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning’s shock to the back of her mind.

Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.

“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.

“Can we have pancakes?” Lily added, already buckling in.

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Megan smiled weakly. “We’ll see, honey.” Her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.

They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.

When they pulled into the driveway, Megan’s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.

“Mrs. Carter?” he asked as she stepped out of the car.

“Yes?”

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“I’m here on behalf of the property owner. I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the home within seven days.”

She stared at him, frozen. “What? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice was flat. “It’s all legal. The ownership’s been transferred.”

Megan begged. She raised her voice. “Please, this is our home. My kids—”

But the man only shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do.”

Inside, Megan closed the door behind her and slid down to the floor. Her back pressed against the wood, her hands in her lap, useless.

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Everything was slipping through her fingers—her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.

“Mom?” Noah’s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. “Are we going to be okay?”

Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.

That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom’s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.

She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.

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A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.

Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.

A sealed envelope.

She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom’s handwriting.

With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.

One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom’s. She’d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.

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Her eyes moved slowly across the page.

Megan,If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I’ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case… here’s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.—Tom

Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.

Inside the envelope was another folded paper—an official-looking document. A second will.

She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.

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The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.

Her shoulders shook. But it wasn’t sadness this time.

It was anger.

Jennifer had lied. She’d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.

Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.

She wasn’t broken anymore. She was ready.

This wasn’t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.

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It was about what she was going to take back.

Within a week, everything changed.

Megan didn’t waste a second. The next morning, she called Carol Reynolds, a local attorney known around town for her no-nonsense attitude and sharp sense of justice.

Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.

She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, “Let’s fix this.”

The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom’s letter, and the story

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Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed—she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.

She didn’t.

The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn’t feel joy seeing her fall—just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.

In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper—her children’s home.

Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.

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One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.

Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.

Life wasn’t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn’t left. But it didn’t rule her anymore.

“Mom!” Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you!”

Megan smiled and took them. “They’re beautiful, honey. Thank you.”

She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, “We’re going to be just fine.”

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