Which of your parents or your siblngs to you most resemble?
When I was younger, I always thought I took after my father. But more and more, as I am older, I see pictures of myself and think I look just like my sister or my mother. But I have a cousin who looks very obviously like he is from my dad’s family, and looks a lot more like him than I do.
But I strongly have my father’s temperament – intellectual and curious and opinionated (even though he only went to 7th grade), unlike my mother or sister.
Mostly my father. Physically similar, temperament the same in a broad sense, the difference in our lives made us quite different in the specifics. It’s clear that I take after my father’s side of the family physically while my two brothers very much look like the men on my mother’s side.
When I was younger, I looked a lot like my mom, but as I’ve aged, I look more and more like Dad’s side of the family. Every once in a while, tho, I look in the mirror and see my maternal grandmother staring back. I’m more like my dad in personality, I think, but not as quick to anger as he was.
I’m a female version of my father, both physically and temperamentally (except I didn’t inherit his fondness for alcohol). My sister, on the other hand, is a spitting image for my mother. If you look at pictures of both of them as kids it looks like twins separated by 24 years.
I have a photo of a great-great-great-great-great-grandfather (I counted) in the Civil War who could be my clone. It’s kind of creepy, really. Mother’s side of the family.
My siblings and I all physically resemble our father, though every once in a while pieces of the maternal side will come out. My brother’s children, surprisingly, have a strong resemblance to my maternal grandmother in some features.
Personality, we’ll all a mix, with our own selves mixed in too.
My dad. I look just like him and have a very similar personality. I can’t tell you the number of times my mother told me (not so pleasantly), “You’re just like your father!” which always kind of made me happy.
The older I get, the more I see flashes of my mother, and I’ve always looked like my father. But physically and temperamentally, I most resemble my father’s oldest sister. Which is kind of cool - I have an idea of what I’ll be like in my eighties. (More antisocial, fewer internal filters, interested and engaged and eccentric… but Lord, that old woman is getting mean in her old age! At Easter, someone offered to bring a chair to the shade near the egg hunting grounds so that she could watch the hullabaloo - which included all of her grand and great-grandchildren. “No, I’ll stay here inside and talk to Nancy. You people are boring.”)
There is a photo of my dad, around age 8, in a cowboy get up. Everyone sees it and says "Oh my, it’s your son. I see my brother in it at that age. I know it’s my dad, but I cannot possibly envision anyone else but my brother.
I look like my Dad’s mother. When I see pictures of her as a young woman, it is like looking at myself in 1940s clothes. Except the mouth and jawbone. Those are completely my mother’s side of the family.
I am looking forward to my son’s voice changing. His voice currently sounds like my mom’s and I sound like my mom. If my dad phones home when we are visiting them he has a 1:3 chance of guessing who is on the other end.
Definitely my father (unfortunately). My mother was blessed with a firm straight nose and a strong jawline. My father had a little blobby nose and a round chin. I have a round chin and a somewhat larger blobby nose. Photos of my father and me as children show a remarkable similarity. Happily as I have aged the similarity has lessened, mostly (I think) because he was an unhappy person which showed on his face, and I am more contented, which also shows on my face.
I started out in life being rather like my father emotionally as well, but I have fought it over the years, largely successfully. It’s still a constant struggle though, but one that I win by being familiar with the enemy.
I look like my mother. This unfortunately means I also look like my brother who hated me and didn’t speak to me the last 2 years of his life. Sometimes it’s scary to see myself in the mirror. My voice also sounds like my mother’s. My sister (and other brother) look like my dad. My good personality qualities came from my dad, the bad ones from my mother.
As I approach my half-century mark, I increasingly see my mother’s face in the mirror; others have remarked on our close resemblance, which we didn’t really share in my younger years (the comparison flatters me, as my mother is considered a nice-looking chick, even in her 70s, and I’ve never thought of myself as particularly attractive).
I have my mother’s sense of humor and inherited her voracious appetite for books and education.
I have my dad’s “sad puppy dog” eye shape and cleft chin. I also inherited some of his obsessive behaviors and attitudes about cleanliness, order, and work ethic. For a long time after my parent’s acrimonious divorce when I was a teen, when we fought my mother would tell me how much I was like my father.
Also wanted to mention the very eerie resemblance my deceased brother had to my grandfather, great-grandfather, and great- great-grandfather. I have their photos hung up in a row and they look like the same person in different era clothes.
Ach, the MacDougall blood still runs thick in our American outpost.
I look a lot like my Dad. I mean, most guys do, but strikingly so. (As a fascinating counterpoint, my daughter looks more like me than she does like her mother, though somehow it comes together to make her pretty, whereas I am ugly.)
Personality-wise I am a pretty even split between my parents.
