One of my earliest memories is when my father, Harold Rosen, took me to the New York World’s Fair in 1964. I would have been 2 and a half years old.
My father would always talk about the World’s Fair and all the amazing “new” technologies he saw like a TV phone and other supposed future gadgets.
The only thing I remember was being scared shitless by the life-sized dinosaurs at the Sinlcair Oil exhibit.
The 1964 New York World’s Fair held over 140 pavilions representing 80 nations at Flushing Meadows–Corona Park in Queens, New York City.
Harold Rosen 