Christmas Eve 1962, and I'm not happy!
But I did come to love my tricycle, and after we moved to Monmouth Ave I remember riding it up and down the sidewalk in the front of our house, being careful when I went onto the road.
My Dad made me a little trailer to attach to the back, out of a wooden peach box.
My dolls went camping in it quite often.
My friend, Betty Martin, on her tricycle in the 1950's.
She looks a bit happier than me!
I'd meant to post these 2 photos in December, but it took me a while to locate my photo.
Anyhow, who can possibly ever get tired of old photos? Not me!