Do you remember the saying, "Little pitchers have big ears" or something like that ??? Well, as a child growing up I was very quiet, didn't talk much, and could be as quiet as a church mouse. I knew from early on where babies came from, because I heard a lot gossip, I shouldn't have. My mother would have friends drop by, they would sit and drink a cup of tea, or coffee, of course they would talk about what was happening in their lives, about their friends, anything new with the neighbors and how their family was doing. I would be sitting on the floor, coloring in my color book, or playing with my paper dolls, from the our side I must looked like I was all consumed in what ever I was doing. As I look back now, I think the reason my mother never thought I was intent on listening, was because I never asked any questions about what they were talking about. I heard about a women's labor, how long it took some times, the terrible pain involved, how they tried to prevent getting pregnant in the first place, and other things I shouldn't have heard. My mother told me when I was older, I didn't talk till I was almost three years old, Oh, I said words like Mama, and a few simple words, but really didn't put words together to tell people anything about what I wanted, or what I was thinking. I remember hearing my mother talk about a friend who was going to have a baby, and she wasn't married, and the shame she would have to suffer. I remember my mother talking about her friend Blanch, her husband was going to leave her, he wanted their car, when he came to get it, she climbed on top of the hood of the car thinking he would just leave with out the car, but no, he drove a away with her on the hood, she started screaming, he stopped the car, he pulled her off the car, than got back in and drove away. After that, she played the record "Since You Went Away" on her record player, till it was worn out. I felt sorry for her, I think she really loved her husband, and missed him something terrible, she lived across the street from us, in the apartment house. When I was thirteen I use to baby sit for her, I really liked her, she was a good women, I could never understand why her husband divorced her. I overheard all kinds of things I shouldn't have, all because I was so quiet, I think sometimes they forgot I was in the room. Jeannie, I asked my husband about The white leg chickens, he said you were right they were "White Leghorns" I have to go in and do something about breakfast, it's going to me a group effort !! My husband in in there cutting potato's for hash brown, my granddaughter Brooke is cutting up the onion, I will get the eggs out and get them ready to scramble. I'll get the margarine out to butter the toast, and get out some jelly, set the table, and than we will eat !!! All of my dear friends on Memory Lane, have a good Sunday. Sully, in Sunny California.