Naming of Names #2

We recounted the naming of Bruce when we gathered for his 50th birthday celebration. It was interesting how the sibs' memories varied slightly. We all agreed on the main details, but each of the sisters seemed to remember something alittle different about the events surrounding the decision made about what to name our baby #8.
I was eight-years-old when Bruce was born. I have three distinct memories surrounding his birth. Memory number one is so typical of me. I remember how clean and tidy the house was on the day of his birth. Reason? We had carpet laid. Wooden floors were very passe. We had a low-nap greyish carpet laid over our wooden floors to update us. I remember how beautifully clean the house looked and felt with the Christmas tree in the living room on top of that carpet. I love clean and un-messy and I guess this was true even by that age.
Memory #2. Children couldn't go in hospitals except as a patient. This was the policy up until the late 80s. We couldn't go see mother and this new baby. Instead, she came to the window at the end of the hospital (in my memory it was on the top floor -- I'd say the 5th floor, but I'm not even sure the hospital had that many floors -- but she was way up high) and we stood down on the lawn underneath her. I had gotten a bracelet with hangy-down charms. As mother stood and looked I held up my arm with my gorgeous new bracelet hanging from my wrist. Later I realized she couldn't really see it, but at that point in time I thought it was very important that she know what Santa brought me for Christmas.
Memory #3. This is the naming part. I remember Larry Jr. and Dick (Charlie to us) standing in the middle of the living room (and on top of the new carpet) with the big ole black phone between them. They were discussing (I assume with mother who was on the telephone) what the name of the new baby should be. They were talking about how critical the initials of the name were. One of the names strongly being considered was Bruce Allen. The big brothers were concerned about this. (This would have been BAA-- we see the point.) The name the boys wanted was James Bruce because "JBA sounded like an executive". In my mind, that is exactly what they said. I think it made an impression on me because I wasn't sure what an executive was. Anyway, we know they were persuasive because JBA is what was decided. Either way with names, that sweet baby was our Bruce.