I collected this marble from a quarry in Georgia in the early 1990s and didn’t carve With Child for 20 years. Here is the short version of how I got the stone.
I had two extra days at a scientific meeting in Atlanta and went exploring. At an abandoned marble quarry bulldozed shut but for a narrow gap at the top, I squeezed through the gap, scrambled down the inside of the rubble pile and into the dark, and came to a smooth, flat marble floor. Light coming through the gap illuminated white walls above me but the floor was dark. I inched forward carefully and then heard a splash, realized I was nearing the edge of a precipice, and inched back. I discovered the piece of marble that became With Child on the way back up the rubble pile.
The short version of how I got the stone back to Vancouver is that I checked it as luggage on the airplane, taped in a cardboard box. The last time I saw it in Atlanta was when I put it on the conveyor belt for the attendant. The next time was when it crashed into somebody’s suitcase at the Vancouver Airport. The taped-up cardboard box was a total rag by then but the rock inside it was fine.