I have a dim, flickering memory of this visit to the museum. It was 1955, and I was about 3 1/2. As always, my mom faced me right into the sun, so I was squinting. Glad to be one of many, many generations to be photographed astride the camels!
I have a dim, flickering memory of this visit to the museum. It was 1955, and I was about 3 1/2. As always, my mom faced me right into the sun, so I was squinting. Glad to be one of many, many generations to be photographed astride the camels!