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. And so he had to have that surgically repaired and that was the end of his career as a logger.
