Ah, Bill, I credit the fact that my family moved fairly frequently with helping me place where a certain incident took place and how old I was at that time.

One thing I have never brought into my conscious mind was when my youngest brother was born. I was almost two years old and since I remember a good many things from before then I know that somewhere in there is that memory. But so far, nothing.

I do remember when my mother was pregnant with him. It was at church and I couldn't sit on her lap- there was no room for me, and I had to sit beside her in the pew. This would have been in the summertime (He was born in August) before I turned two in November.