Yes, I too, remember the peddlers. The time I remember most vividly was in the early 30's. I was about four or five years old. It must have been washday at our house that day, too, as I was wearing the raggediest dress I had and was so self conscious that I hid behind the door until they went out into the yard to catch chickens. That was how my mother paid for her purchases as money was very short in that depression time in southeastern Oklahoma. I can still hear the sound of the chickens being caught. Esther Hill Mills