My middle sister looks more and more like my mother, and even as a toddler her pictures looked like my mom’s at the same age. My younger sister definitely looks like the female type on my dad’s side, especially the profile, high forehead, long nose and high cheekboned.
I, on the other hand, am a blend. I have the height and bone structure of my dad’s side, but many people say they can see my mom’s face in mine.
I did meet my mother’s pastor when he visited her in the hospital last year. We chatted while she had the nurses doing something to her. He’d known my dad well, and he said he could see my father in me, not physically, but the way I talked and moved, my body language and attitudes. He couldn’t have said anything that would please me more.
I look like my mom’s sister, and the older we get the more we look alike. Different hair color but similar hairstyle, height, and build. Her kids comment on how much we look alike whenever we are together.
Similarly, my sister’s oldest daughter looks a lot like me. Again, different hair colors but other than that she is the spitting image of what I looked like at her age.
When I was younger I fought the idea that I looked like my mom, but now I can definitely see the resemblance in the face. My hair is more like my father’s used to be though.
As far as personality, my father is like his mom, and I am like my father, but each generation got a little bit diluted and not as intense. She was extremely compulsive in her physical space and personality – very very proper and unemotional, and everything was in its place and you could eat off the floor. My father has everything in its place but it can be dusty. I can have everything in the correct room but with some piles of un-put-away stuff. But we are all too concerned with ourselves and afraid of life.
My great-grandfather on my direct paternal line fought in World War 1. We have a photo of him in his uniform. This photo looks so much like me that I could use it to trick others into thinking I did WW1 cosplay.
In the mirror I see me but in pictures I see my SISTER! YUCK! I like to be unique looking! Guess I need to shave my head or something
I dont think there is anything on my mothers side…no nothing that I can think of
Father’s side: Temperament, obesity, addictions, love of mountains, oceans and wet environments, building trades but not that bizarre love of eating haggis and I’m not willing to try it!
My father without a doubt. When I was in my early 20s we were mistaken for brothers. I’m not sure how that reflects on me. People have said we sound almost identical, too.
I look most like my grandparents on my fathers side. I have the same nose, cheeks and mouth as my grandmother, and I’m on the shorter side, like my grandfather’s family. My eyes are blue, like my mothers however.
I am a woman who looks an insane lot like my biological father. Spitting image, only I’d like to think I’m more attractive. Same hair and eye color and facial structure. I’ve had a lot of people tell me I look like my mother (she’s a brunette and I am blonde) until they see a photo of my father. My maternal grandfather has a telltale squint. I have the squint.
As far as my personality, I am basically a very introverted version of my extremely extroverted Aunt. She is a dog person, I am a cat person, she is a neat freak and I’m a slob, but we both have this unique blend of systemic organizational impulse (which in me manifests in my grants management job and in her manifests in her ridiculously well-kept house and planning out of every vacation to the tiniest detail) and creativity (she is an artist/sculptor, I am a writer.) Though she is also brunette, we look enough alike to be mistaken as sisters (she is only 13 years older so it’s plausible.) We are both ridiculously silly, neurotic, totally geeky and tend to suffer from a lot of the same health problems (which saves a lot of time when we’re troubleshooting symptoms. ''What did they prescribe you for this? Ok cool that works.") We have very similar mannerisms down to the same catchphrases, but I honestly don’t know if it’s because we’re genetically related or because we spend so much time together.
I look like my mother and her mother before her. I have a picture of my grandmother taken in the early 1920s; whenever anyone who knows me sees it , they assume it’s me. As an experiment I posted it on Facebook, no one except my family (who had seen the picture many times) had any idea it was not me.
My mother’s school friends in Germany never had any trouble figuring out whose child I was, either.
My dad for looks, intellect, calmness, wry sense of humor. My mom for nitpicking, guilt-button-pushing and sometimes thinly-veiled disapproval of the folly of others.
We split evenly. I and the older of my two sisters resemble our mother’s side of the family, my brother and younger sister favor our fathers. At Saturday’s Derby Day barbecue, several cousins remarked how much I look like our maternal grandfather.
