The seller said she was happy to sell the photo to the baby in the picture, and now it's a done deal. 
I don't remember the scene in the picture, but my earliest childhood memory is from that voyage. I woke to sirens screaming, and my ARC "nanny" lifted me from my cot and hurriedly carried me to the deck of the ship. She had tied my half-sister around the waist to her own waist with a rope. It might have been right before dawn, and I remember being put in a life jacket and looking down at the dark, churning water as lifeboats were being lowered. Men were shouting and the siren kept blasting. People were running everywhere. The nanny said we might have to go swimming. I remember clearly that I didn't want to go swimming in that dark, foggy water. It wasn't a I-don't-get-it type of thought that people might think of as a baby type of thought. I experienced the same emotion about it that I do now when I am dead-set against doing something. My last recollection of the incident was of being carried away from the railing and back down the stairs.
When I was about 10, my half-sister and I were talking about our earliest memories, and I told her the we-might-have-to-go-swimming story. She didn't remember it. Our ARC nanny was now our mom, and she stopped what she was doing in the kitchen, came into the living room where we were sitting, and said to me, "You couldn't remember that! You were only 10 months old!" But she believed me because everything I'd described was accurate. She said that our ship had been torpedoed by a Japanese submarine, but that it had been destroyed.
Never underestimate how much babies understand and may remember forever. I am sure I remember that incident because it was traumatic and very noisy, and I didn't want to go swimming.
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