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When Les has on his beloved Bush jacket from Marshall Field's and I'm nattily attired in old slacks and a long-sleeved cotton shirt, we think we're our most beautiful! At least we feel like it, because we're our happiest. I made my first brief two weeks' visit to Mexico in 1944, before I knew Les. Eut I never stopped talking about the wonder of the place and my desire to get back to see all I had missed that first time. One of my first impressions of Les was that he shared my enthusiasm for Mexico. He had been there in 1940. So, naturally, where did we go on our first vacation in 1946, following our marriage in '45 — Mexico! We went again in 1948, 1949, and 1950. And we're already dreaming about an expedition to Mayapan in 1953. But it is 1948 which stands out to date, for that was our first visit to Yucatan, Mexico's famed peninsula, which boasts thick, steaming jungles and the remains of the great ancient civilization of the Mayas — the greatest, incidentally, of our Western Hemisphere. Les and I are always asked by our slightly mystified friends, if we are so crazy about old things, how come we don't collect antiques. It's as simple as this — we like to find old things, not collect them We've had to pay some unusual prices in time and energy — not to mention honest-to-goodness money — in pursuit of amateur archaeology! But we don't regret a minute of it. In 1949 we took a regular archaeology course at Columbia University. This meant we had to turn in term papers! Because I had more spare time than Les, who was working nightly in the stage play, "Detective Story," I took my time doing research and study for what I thought would be a dilly of a report. Les, I knew, was working on his paper backstage every night. But imagine my surprise when his term paper, so good it now rests in the New York Museum of the American Indian, received an A! I came up with a B-plus. We have so much pleasure in just learning about archaeology that when we do come into possession of a rare piece of pottery we're unbearable to live with. Several Christmases ago, I wanted to get an ancient piece for Les. Visiting the Carlebach Galleries in New York I not only was able to purchase a 2000-yearold pot, but ended up by getting myself asked to be the Associate Curator of the Folk Museum in Sante Fe, New Mexico. Mr. Carlebach, who knew all about Les and me, arranged my meeting with the Curator of the Museum, then visiting in New York, for a talk about the position. From the shocked expression on the gentleman's face, I gathered this was his first experience with an actress, much less a small blonde actress interested in archaeology. He asked me to take the job, which I had to refuse because Les and I just couldn't give up our acting professions for which we'd worked so hard, no matter how tempting the offer of life in Sante Fe. I haven't abandoned the idea, because some day Les and I probably will retire to a museum, either as perpetual visitors or workers. We both hope it will be the latter. We've learned a lot about living, through our interest in archaeology. Why hurry, rush and beat your head against the wall? We've come to appreciate things — dead or living. That's why we can't bear to harm anything. Even the snakes or the gophers who eat the vegetable garden. As I said, I'm sure they know it, and this makes them our friends. To us, that's important.