My first memory was of living at my Grandmother's house--- my Father's mother. I was ab0ut three or four years old and it was spring or summer. My dad was talking to a neighbor, and I was to take a nap in an old army hammock, the kind that was all enclosed with a net screen that zipped. I was all for this until I noticaed a bug, probably a fly, in the hammock with me. I have always had a fear of bugs. I remember screaming to my Mother that I wanted out and she was trying to shush me because of the neighbor there. She finally relented and opened the hammock, but that is the end of that memory.

Another time I can remember standing at the back door of the house, pounding on the door screaming to get in saying, "There are bugs out here".

Another memory is of being ill, measles, I think, at Easter one year, and my Grandfather, this time my Mothers father, coming to visit at my Grandmother's and bringing a chocolate bunny for me. It was in the evening, I believe.

And yet another time I can remember looking out the front window and watching people acaross the street near the corner.

Odd how one just recalls things sometimes!