That was my first sentence. My mother was born in a logging camp in Washington state. She was delivered by a Indian midwife belonging to the Tolt tribe. The town was called Tolt at the time, it’s about 25 miles, thirty miles east of Seattle. And her father was a logger and he was specifically a tree topper. He was the guy that went up and took the limbs off and created, took the top off and created a spar that the rigging could be hooked up to some, so you could skid the logs from point A to point B. And he got injured after several years. She was probably, maybe six, seven years old and broke his femur.
