Sarah Cobb Stevenson
Sarah was my mother.  A woman of great courage, strength and humor who I wished could have been the great, constant influence of my entire life.  A wish, if fulfilled, would have undoubtedly been to my continuing benefit.  Instead she died of a brain tumor (or the repeated attempts of the medical profession in the 50s to remove the tumor) before my 15th birthday.  Still she remains one of the most important people in my life, this importance shared equally with my father and my step mother.  When it came time to find a name for my Pearson 424 I considered many, but all had no real meaning until I thought of my mother.  Then the choice of a name was simple.