I have many memories of Kay beginning in 1977 as a fellow activist and also appreciated her as a friend, musician, baker, and mom. My most recent memory of Kay was seeing her last June in Nathan’s house holding her grandson Collin. She seemed just as comfortable with this happy little guy as she did when we took care of a fellow Greenpeacer’s (Art van Remundt) baby in Washington, D.C. for an evening around 1980. This was ten years before I would have my own first child so I didn’t know what to do when it started crying. Kay said, “Pick her up and rock her,” so I did. We passed her back and forth until she calmed down and went back to sleep.
As Collin grows up, he will learn about his wonderful grandmother from many stories shared by his parents, grandfather and friends. It seems clear, though, that he will also have absorbed a lot of love from many hugs and play time that he shared with Kay during their time together.
