The compromise was 2 April 1955. In the fall of 1957, I made my hoped for presence known when Mom and Dad were on a fishing trip out of Neah Bay up in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. While traversing a 40 foot ground swell in a fourteen foot outboard motor boat she felt queasy all of a sudden but said nothing until Dad looked at her and commented on what a lovely shade of green she had turned. It was the one and only time she had ever been sea-sick. In the last few months before he was born, Mom and Dad got to talking about what to name The Baby.
Mom is also a Dancer.
She learned the Charleston from her Ballard High School gym teacher Mrs Rodenhouse, the Blackbottom from her sister Mimi over the telephone, and has performed with an assortment of volunteer entertainment groups throughout the years. With them she's been to the Cayman Islands a couple times, Montreal, Sherbrooke, Quebec City, Port Colburne, Vancouver BC, Florida, Maui, as well as many different locations in the Puget Sound Basin. She's a member of the Gadabouts, a group of older women founded by a former Rockette, who tap dance for the entertainment of mostly local nursing and retirement homes. Personally, I think she did a darn good job of being a mom. She had to make some hard calls, but hard calls are part of good parenting.