In 1973, I visited the St. James Cathedral to recall if there was anything besides my Certificate of Baptism with the embossed stamp of the St. James Cathedral on it showing that I was baptized here four decades ago. As I sat meditating in the pew, admiring the architecture, the quiet solemnity, and me imagining that I was up front in the arms of my parents James and Socorro, with my two Godparents Pedro Navarro and Maria Tallungan (by proxy) as witnesses, and the Reverend William H. ONeill officiating my Baptism.
My father's first name on my Baptism Certificate was not his real name Pedro, and his surname was not correct either. The handwritten surname appeared like a phonetic spelling. which didn't even come close to the correct spelling of my father's name. My father's wrong first name James is written with his misspelled surname on the certificate. I don't know the reason the names wasn't corrected back then in 1932. Further down is a funny story about the name "James" that my mother told me about.
I could not remember anything. My memory was completely blank. My cousin Jeannie born a year after me, said to me decades later, she remembers I pushed her stroller with her in it down the Columbia Street hill from 9th Avenue. Walking down the steep Columbia Street hill from 9th Avenue without our parents holding our hands, we would surely fall down. Perhaps when I was about three years old, but I can't imagine I could be that mean. Jeannie's mother should have been more watchful. Luckily my cousin wasn't injured otherwise she might not be alive to tell me about that incident. My brother Jack born nearly 2 years after me said he remembers our family left Seattle on a train to San Francisco. Our family did move to San Francisco. When Jeannie was about 2 years old, and Jack about 1 year old, they sure have better memories than me when they were babies, that's for sure!
Across the street at the NW corner of 9th Avenue and Columbia street stood an old three story Mansion boarding house owned and managed by an elderly German couple, Ruth and Jack Reuter, whose tenants were medical nursing students at the Swedish Hospital, and Harborview Hospital in the First Hill District neighborhood. My father Pedro migrated to Seattle from the Philippines, where he found work at the salmon canneries in Kodiak, Alaska; on the railroads in Montana, and at the Yakima orchards picking fruit before returning to Seattle. Still looking for work, he was employed by the Reuters in the mansion as a cook. The Reuters treated my father like a son, and my father showed his respect to them addressing their names as Mother Ruth and Father Jack. The funny story why the wrong first name of my father "James" appeared on my baptism certificate was told to me by my mother later in my life as an adult during the time I was writing my father Pedro's biography in the early 1980s after he passed away in 1976. My mother Maria said, "Father Jack didn't like your dad's name Pedro." When I asked why? She replied with a chuckle, "Because your dad's name is the name of a dog!" "A dog!?" I asked, "What dog?" She replied, "Well, any kind of dog!" "Father Jack, changed your dad's name to Pete James, so whenever he calls for your dad, he always say Pete James!" My mother and I had a good laugh about it. "Father Jack always liked to carry you on his back around the house. He enjoyed that.", my mother added with a smile. My father's younger brother Jovito arrived in 1929 and hired as a houseboy. My mother was reunited with my father and her brother in-law in 1930. Mother was also hired as a housemaid until the Reuters felt they were getting too old to manage their boarding house, and they let my parents go. My father's first name reverted to Pedro aka Pete or Pedring among his relatives. The Reuters treated my parents and uncle like they were their children. My parents and uncle highly respected the couple, and out of their respect to the Reuters, called them Mother Ruth and Father Jack.
I have photos that were taken with my parents, and me with a neighbor girl on the cathedral steps, also me smiling and standing up in a stroller with the Grandmother Ruth and Grandfather Jack on the Mansion front yard showing the St. James Cathedral in the background.
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