Evans cemetery, located about one mile in rear of the home of mr. Leroy evans and about two miles west of providence church on highway to orangeburg, sc


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SAMUEL FOXWORTH, son of A. C. & M. A. EDWARDS, b. Sep 20,1855; d. Aug 3,1856
MISS ELIZA, dau. of John & Margaret EVANS, b. Dec 5,1809; d. Jun 29,1872

FRANCES S. EVANS, b. April 27,1820; d. October 2,1892

DAVID W. EVANS, b. July 13,1823; d. February 28,1900

OLIN DANTZLER, son of D. W.& F. E. EVANS, b. July 26,1855; d. July 1,1856
DANIEL E. DANTZLER, b. Nov 1,1893; d. February 8,1895
ATTICUS HAYGOOD EVANS, b. May 3,1896; d. December 24.1896
JACOB ELLIOTT EVANS, b. April 15,1898; d. November 12,1900
SUSIE MAE, dau. of D. L. EVANS, b. Sep.11, 1905; d. Oct.25,1906
HUGH WALKER, son of L. R.& M. A. EVANS, b.Oct.29, 1873; d. Feb. 8,1874
MARY A., wife of L. R. EVANS, b.Nov.27,1851; d. June 9,1914
LEWIS R. EVANS, b. May 12,1845; d. October 16,1934
WADE EVANS, b. October 4,1807; d. September 30,1897
ELIZABETH D., wife of Wade EVANS, b. November 30,1835; d. November 3,1878
MARY E. EVANS, b. August 29,1832; d. December 31,1919

ROBERT HALL, son of Wade & Sarah EVANS, b. March 31,1849; d.Jan.21 1831

JULIUS W. EVANS, Co. G. Ga. Inf., C.S.A.
GEORGE WASHINGTON, son of Wade & Sarah EVANS, b.Dec.22,1832; d. Nov.23,1847
WALTER WADE, son of Roland & Charlotte EVANS, d.Feb.17,1857,aged 2 yrs. & 2 Mos.
SARAH ANN HALL, wife of WADE EVANS, b. Sept.11,1810; d. May 21,1865
INFANT DAUGHTER of Wade & Sarah EVANS, d.Sept.25,1847; aged 11 hours
GEORGE V. BAIR, b. November 13,1868; d. June 8,1903.
J. W. Joyner &, H.H. Cawley,

July 13, 1957.


I gratefully acknowledge the responses to my numerous inquiries, without which I could not have put together even this inadequate history and genealogy of our branch of the Providence Evanses.
Elsewhere I shall give credit to some who shared with me the information they had on the early days. But I do want to give recognition here to Lottie Mae Evans, wife of Leroy Evans (deceased) and Margaret Evans, wife of Frank Evans (deceased) for giving me access to family Bibles. In these I found information I could have found nowhere else. Also, I am most grateful for the assistance of Hattie Lee Evans Shuler and her husband Wallace (now deceased) in leading me to the old Evans cemetery and Rowland’s marker. Wallace helped clean the stones at the cemetery so that we might read the inscriptions.

I am indebted to Frances Gordy Wroton, who, upon Jimmy Wroton’s suggestion, sent me a copy of the Camp Meeting picture. Also, special thanks to Terry Woodings for taking down the notes of the phonics tune as I attempted to sing it; and to Richard H. Hair, Jr. for beautifully printing the title of the booklet.

I must give credit to my sister, Evangeline Dantzler Robinson, for her invaluable assistance in placing events of the past in the proper perspective and critically reading my manuscript; to my sister Elizabeth (Betsy) Dantzler Spiers for her repeated assistance in making contacts with persons who could give me data for the genealogy; to my three daughters who either personally did research or paid to have it done; and lastly, but importantly, to my long-suffering husband for his understanding as I dealt with the many frustrations of my undertaking.










Feeling that my children had the right to know as much about their Evans heritage as their Dantzler Haigler heritage, I set out in the spring of 1977 to gather some information on the Evans family who settled in the Providence Community of what is now Orangeburg County, S. C.
My mother had often told me that the family came from Wales. I had in my possession a tribute to John Evans, her grandfather. copied from the Southern Christian Advocate which told of John's father, Rowland Evans, having been shot down in his own yard by a band of Tories a few days after the battle of Eutaw Springs, in which, he had engaged September 8. 1781.

I felt impelled to find out the name of Rowland's father, who, I presumed, was the émigré, perhaps bringing the boy with him from Wales. .

My efforts in the fall of 1977 at the S. C. Archives were futile, and I found out why when I learned

that the family did not land in Charleston as I had thought. The eye opener was "A Short Sketch of the

Early History of the Evans Family", written by Harriet Evans Bull. This sketch was first sent to me by Louise Evans McCrorey. Practically the same material   prepared for membership in the D.A.R.   came to me from Ruth Evans Barrett. From It I learned that the surname of Rowland Evans' wife is "Day".
Hattie Lee Evans Shuler, sister of Louise McCrorey, sent a duplicate copy of the aforementioned sketch and with it a letter dated September 21. 1912 written by Harriet E. Bull to one named Lizzie, who was obviously a member of the D.A.R. Excerpts from this letter follow:
"There are some old land Grants still in possession of his (Rowland's) descendants, which were obtained from the Royal Governor, William Bull, some years prior' to the Revolution.
It was upon this land that he was settled and was living at the time of the war and where he was also buried.
"A few years ago Fannie Pemberton wished to join the D.A.R. She applied to the State Librarian, Mrs. Sallye, to assist her in searching the state records. She finally discovered a bill for supplies for some of Marion's men, among whom was Rowland Evans.
"The grave (Rowland's) can be located, being on the land now owned by D. L. Evans. The descendants would be very glad to secure a monument for it. There would be no trouble in getting it set up.".
The small simple stone, which marks Rowland's grave, bears only the inscription: Rowland Evans, Rev. War.
D.A.R. Patriot List--1967, pp. 224-225.

Note 1. When at the S. C. Archives October 1977, I was searching for proof of the military rank of Rowland Evans. I was shown an order which neither the archivist nor I could satisfactorily read, but the name Captain Rowland Evans was distinct and so was the name of the signer General Francis Marion. The archivist assured me it was all the proof I needed that Rowland Evans' rank was captain.

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About the year 1750, or possibly a few years earlier, a family from Wales by the name of Evans, consisting of father, mother, and two sons took passage on an emigrant ship bound for America.
During the long and tedious voyage typhus fever broke out among the passengers, and caused the death of both father and mother of this family.
On arriving at the port of Boston, the two little boys Rowland and Richard, being strangers and without protectors, were taken in charge by the city of Boston, and in due time were apprenticed to trades.
After reaching manhood, they came south and settled in the province of South Carolina. It is not certain where Richard located, but it is thought at Granby, as he was living there some time later. Rowland located in Charleston and there plied his trade as a painter. Granby was just across Congaree River from Columbia's present site.
Later, the King of England was making liberal grants of land, through the royal governor William Bull, in the interior of the province to settlers. Rowland Evans obtained one of these grants in what is now Orangeburg County. He sold out his interests in Charleston, bought a few negroes, settled on the land, and engaged in farming a few years prior to the Revolution.

During the time of the Revolution, when the country was overrun by British and Tories, Rowland Evans cast his lot with the Partisans, raised a little company and joined Marion's Brigade, doing valiant service for his country. He participated in the battle of Eutaw Springs in 1781, and, coming home a few days later to visit his family, was there shot down in his own yard by a party of four Tories.

The exact date of birth and death are not known, as it is said that the family records were destroyed by
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fire sometime afterward. His grave is near the spot where he was killed, and has been marked by the U.S. Government.
Rowland I: He left four children: Rowland II, John, William, and "Polly". Rowland died young. John married

Margaret Moorer, William married ???? Polly married Jacob Moorer.

The children of John Evans: Richard, Rowland, Wade, Lewis, Leah, Eliza, Elizabeth, Mary Ann, and David whose mother died at his birth in 1823. John Evans afterward married Mrs. Zimmerman.
Note 2. A genealogist researched the Boston records but could find no trace of the two little orphaned boys- nothing on the landing of the vessel on which they came, the names of their parents, or the place in Wales they left to come to America. All of us who are descended from Rowland Evans are indebted to Harriet Evans Bull for keeping this much of their story alive and passing it down to us .
Note 3. At the N. C. Archives, Raleigh, N.C., the following item of interest was found:
The Jury List (1778 1779) compiled by the D.A.R. gives a list of Grand Jurors in which we find Rowland Evans under St. Matthew (Parish) Orangeburg District. (A genealogist assured us that the present Providence Community is the same area. )
Note 4. This interesting section from the 1790 Census, given me by a genealogist in Columbia, S. C. reveals John as the head of his father's family. (Rowland was killed in 1781 and son Rowland had no doubt died too.)

Evans   John
1 male over 16 (John was 19 then)

1 male under 16 (William was 14 )

2 females (the mother and Polly)

4 slaves
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John W. Kelley

Father John Evans lived to almost four score and ten. He died in his 88th year. (1771-1859)

He had been for fifty years a class leader   his official term beginning almost with his membership and terminating last year. For the greater part of this period he was the only leader in a large society. He

lived in Orangeburg Dist., S.C., on the State Road, a short distance from Providence Church, now Cypress

circuit. His father was an officer, commanding a company at Eutaw, and our departed friend often said he

heard the roar of the cannons during that trying conflict. A few days after the battle his father came home

on a furlough, and was shot down in his own yard by a band of Tories. The son, though but a lad, was only

restrained by a negro from firing upon the murderers, and both were saved by, the servant's thoughtful prudence. He, however, vowed revenge and for many long years went constantly armed that he might, on the first occasion, have vengeance. It so happened that the first opportunity afforded was at camp meeting where,

as was his custom, he was dispensing a generous hospitality. A stranger was passing   he invited him to eat some melons at his tent and found in the worn and ill clad stranger, one of his father's murderers. To use his own words "The tiger was in me, my rifle was in my tent, my vow for revenge was recalled, and I remembered 'vengeance is mine   I will repay, saith the Lord', and though it cost me a struggle, I gained the victory." He was now a member of the church and a converted man   one renewed in the spirit of his mind- old things had passed away and all things were becoming new- and he thus evidenced what was obvious in after life, that, though naturally quick and resolute, religion exercised an abiding and controlling influence over his judgement and feelings. As was usual then   and no less so now   his earnest and decisive character made him a favorite with itinerant preachers and his house was their welcome retreat. It is a matter of pleasing reflection that this state of things will con­tinue as sons and sons in law inherit these with other of his many excellencies. He continued his active

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habits in church going and visitations among his children and neighbors, till about a week before his death. He was taken ill on the 3rd of October last, and died on the 11th, and, though of firm constitution and having enjoyed general health, yet he suffered much the week before his death. He was rational throughout his illness and spoke clearly and confi­dently to all about him. As a patriarch he spoke of his departure to his descendants with joy and triumph. He had been fond of hymns and sacred songs. During his last days he often repeated appropriate stanzas. A few moments before he passed away he exclaimed "My God the spring of all my joys, The life of may delights", raised both hands toward, and without scarcely a struggle, expired. I love to recall the happy hours spent with him and his well trained family. Many preachers and their families will trace these lines with sadness and tears, also with gratitude and hope; for he encouraged them in their self sacrificing labors, and his whole character and his life authorized the ex­pectation of a glorious reunion in Heaven.
Copied from the Southern Christian Advocate of January 19, 1860.
Note 5. Not far from the site of John Evans' home is the family cemetery. There, two massive live oaks, draped in gray moss, stand as awesome sentinels guarding the graves. John Evans was most likely buried there but there is no marker to indicate that he is. The dates that we shall use in the genealogy for his birth and death are taken mom Mr. Kelley's article.
Note 6. Found at Raleigh Archives:

From S.C.
Magazine of Ancestral Research Vol. 1   St. Matthew 1818 Tax List, "Tax Lists are extremely rare among early records of S.C. The importance of this list is that it comes from Orangeburg District where most early records have been lost.''

Evans, John   1945   19 (The first number stands for the number of acres taxable; the second, for the number of slaves owned.)

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In the spring of 1977, I made the comment in a letter to Jimmie Wroton that I was gathering some information on our Evans ancestors and regretted that I was not privileged to know our grandfather. In reply, Jimmie, then in his 94th year, wrote charmingly of the Evanses as he knew them when a lad. With his permission I am quoting from what he termed:
"Aunt Rosa, your sweet and saintly mother, was a jewel in my life not to be forgotten. My own precious mother's untimely passing left a void in my emotions that still lingers. Aunt Rosa, next youngest (girl) to her in the family, seemed so close. "Noting that your data on the Dantzlers is in good shape, I can happily contribute a few comments on your daddy's life as I recall him. Dashing up to the old Providence farmhouse, a rambling two and a half story, comfortable, many-roomed place, in a new buggy pulled by a snazzy, spirited horse, he was the epitome of a then up to date swain. A very handsome one. The lady, always the dearest of the Evans girls except Betty, who had earlier married Preacher Wroton, the father of Jimmie Wroton of doubtful status in those days. Your father's long, useful and productive years as banker, churchman and citizen deserves only praiseworthy recordings.

"Getting back to the Evans tribe, my mother's father, David Wesley Evans was the youngest of three brothers, the eldest, whose name escapes me [Ed:Wade], inherited the family home (John Evans' home), an imposing, typical, huge, white-pillared mansion with a long avenue of trees leading up to it from the Charleston road. As a small boy I remember Mama taking me and others of her brood to see our great uncle there. He seemed to us to be something of an ogre, for we had to be on our best behavior. With Victor and Jimmie that lasted about ten minutes, for at that age we were curious about refreshments.

"Grandfather Evans' home, about three miles from the old family mansion, was, as mentioned, a

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large place on that part of the plantation willed to him. A big deep (well) supplied water; there were oodles of fruit trees, lots of sycamores for shade, scuppernong grapevines, and other mouth watering products my tired old bean can't recall. The large horse and mule barns and lots, the hogs, chickens, ducks, guineas, turkeys were all there to satisfy the family's many needs.
One rather significant plantation factor that deeply impressed my boyish mind was Aunt Leah Evans, Grandfather's venerable maiden sister, who was really a sort of mild but ruling ozaress. She was totally

deaf and, using a long old fashioned trumpet, scared little Jimmie witless when he ventured into her presence. Thought in her early years to be marked for a short life, she actually outlived all of her generation into her late nineties."

Grandfather Evans (David Wesley Evans)
"Through the loving and adoring heart and eyes of a pint sized grandson, I recall our Grandfather as a small man, lean and wiry, always busy and cheerful, but with plenty of time to keep in touch with the young. He had the endurance of a deer hound, which saw him through the War Between the States under his beloved General Beauregard (Gen. Peter Gustavus Toutant Beauregard), for whom my mother was named Elizabeth Beauregard Evans.

"I remember Grandfather one cold frosty morning taking me with him to check his partridge traps. They were full of beautiful grown quail. In those far back times, game was an important item of food and there were no laws restricting owners. With great care and gentleness he packed them away in his game bag. But the last one he handed over to me. 'Jimmie hold this little fellow a minute for me.' My tiny fists took the little creature from him and with a whir and a flash he had his freedom. In flight, a mature quail is one of the strongest and speediest of any living thing, size for size. Jimmie learned all about him that morning.

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"Grandfather also let me ride on the back of the gentle old mule as she went round and round, generating the power for the sugar cane crusher. What king could ask for more fun?"
Uncle Lee (Buddy) David Wesley Lee
"Uncle Buddy was any hero. He took me on hunting and fishing jaunts. Sometimes we stayed out all night when we slept under quilts and caught our own supper and breakfast. One morning a lively water moccasin was crawling over my bed. With no fuss at all Uncle Buddy brushed it away. Oh, those were the days:"
Note 7. It was a mystery to me how my great grandfather's house could have had a tree lined driveway to the Charleston road since the site of his house is three or more miles from the present highway (176) to Charleston. A relative explained it this way: The old toad bed, still visible in places, did not run where the road runs now. It was along this original section of the road that the early houses were built and from which John Evans' avenue of trees led to his home..
Note 8. Jimmie Wroton died the day after his 94th. birthday on December 26, 1977. He was truly a remarkable person. After his mother's death the family moved to the old Wroton home in Denmark, South Carolina. He had a year in school there, then when he was between 16 and 17 years old, he got work on the railroad. Though higher education was not available to him, he rose to be vice president of operations of the Norfolk-Southern Railroad. Jimmie not only became successful in business but he was a polished lovable gentleman, a delightful conversationalist and, as you have seen, a gifted writer. We are most grateful for his contribution to our Evans Heritage, written eight months before his death.
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Great aunt Leah must have been a very fastidious person. It was said of her that, she kept her eye on that long driveway from the road to her father's house. When she saw someone alight from a carriage to open the wide gate before entering the driveway, she hurriedly began changing to a fresh dress. By the time they drove up the avenue, made the horses secure at the hitching posts, and opened another gate   this one to the fence around the flower beds in the front of the house   Aunt Leah was standing at the door as fresh as a daisy to greet the visitors.

She never lost that pride in her appearance. During her declining years it was Mama's task to iron her bouffant dresses   the cotton ones. In that day, cotton dresses were starched, sprinkled, rolled up, and allowed to soak for a while. When it was time to iron them, there was a row of flat irons heated before oak logs in the fireplace. Then the calisthenics began. The operator stooped down and, with a padded holder, picked up one of the heated irons, cleaned it with a cloth dipped in melted beeswax and used it until it lost its heat, at which time it was exchanged for a hot one. The process was repeated as many times as necessary until the garment was without a wrinkle. It had to be smooth for Aunt Leah.
Aunt Leah was one of the unmarried women of her day, who spent her life in the service of others. She was a young woman of marriageable age when her mother died leaving behind a newborn son, David Wesley, my grandfather. Leah took the baby in her care and reared him. Her father did later remarry, but Leah must have stayed in the home for some years.
For a time   I don't know how long   she lived with her sister Elizabeth, whose husband was Dr. Rezin Westerly Bates. She was welcome in the hone as long as she could work, helping to care for the children and the like. When she became so crippled with arthritis that she was unable to work any longer, she was brought to Grandfather's (David Wesley Evans) home to spend the rest of her life. Unfortunately, she had already turned

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over all of her property to her sister Elizabeth, which she no doubt felt would entitle her to a life long residence in her sister's home.
It is true that Leah had raised David, but he was in financial straits himself at this time, as you will learn in the following section of my story.

In the US 1880 SC Census, Leah EVANS (74) was living in Goodby's Township, Orangeburg County, in the home of Dr. R. W. Bates. Others listed in tie home were:

Elizabeth Evans (62) wife

Frank D. (24) son, farmer

Gertrude B. (17) daughter

Lula E. (20) niece

(Leah was listed as sister in law)

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When the war broke out. Grandfather David Wesley Evens at 38 was past the age to be drafted, but on December 24, 1861, at Orangeburg. South Carolina, he volunteered to serve in the cavalry for three years. He was placed in Co. A 5th South Carolina Cavalry, Ferguson's Regiment.
While he was away fighting on the battlefields in Virginia, Grandmother and the children managed their 800-900 acre farm as best they could. Benjamin wasn't quite 14 and Frederick 12 when their father left.
Grandfather, like other Confederate soldiers, was fighting for what he felt was a just cause. The war cost them not only the loss of their slaves   and Mama told me "they were the likeliest set of slaves anywhere around"   but also the loss of a1l but 100 acres of their farm land. I understand that during the war the land had to be mortgaged to pay for a local doctor's bills and that the valuation of the land was set it a ridiculously low price. [Ed: Dr. Rezin Westerly BATES was said to have been their doctor.]

It must have been a terrible blow for the family to have been thrown all of a sudden into virtual poverty. Grandfather's health was never very good after the war, which made it more difficult for him to carry on the work of the farm. Of course, some of the former slaves stayed on and "toughed it out" with the family. Mama said that their family was referred to during these years as a "poor, proud family". True, they never lost their pride. It was also true they knew how to deal with their diminished resources.

I don't think the girls ever had to scrub the floors or do the family wash. The blacks, who remained, loved them and would not have wanted them to do the menial tasks. They may not have been paid very much in money, but there was meat in the smoke-house and syrup in the barrels which could be given them for such work.
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I'm told that the girls sold peanuts to make money for their clothes. It was a much easier task to pick peanuts from the vines and dry then than to scrub the hard pine floors and wash clothes on an old fashioned washboard.
No matter how much money people had in those days the girls were generally taught to sew. Some, of course, were more adept with the needle than others. Fortunately, most of the Evans girls were excellent seamstresses. There were six girls in the family and, as I understand it, they set up a sort of dressmaking shop in their home. When my mother became old enough she was given the sleeves to make. Aunt Lula stayed with a well-to-­do family from time to time sewing for them and making a little money. Naturally, their own clothes were beautifully made. Though they couldn't have many dresses, they kept up with the fashions. I have in my possession one of the old fashion books when the Leg of' Mutton sleeves were in vogue.
The older children were educated in private schools, but Mama told me she never had more than four or five months of formal schooling in her life. That's what the war did for her and the others close to her age. Aunt Hattie was a teacher and a good one. On a separate page is a lesson in phonics set to music which she used. She was also very gifted as a storyteller. I recall too the peep boxes she made for us children when she visited us. Sin must have taught the younger children in the home during the off school months.

Grandfather was a book lover and had a good library. I must think he instilled in his children the necessity of learning to read so that they could read the books he loved.

Though Mama had only haphazard teaching, she could read a printed page more rapidly than I even shortly before she died. She was an excellent storyteller too, but she never exhibited her talent beyond the home. Neighbor children would stop by for a treat from time to time when grandchildren were there. She would sit down on the rug with them enthralling them with her oft told tales.
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Aunt Hattie, who did not marry until late in life, was the family's benefactor. She made some money teaching and bought back some land for the family. When Mama married, it was Aunt Hattie who gave her an oak bedroom suite. (Oak was a popular wood used for furniture then). I have one of the cane bottom chairs which I prize highly.
I must mention Uncle Lee's wife Suzanna Arant, who married him December 29, 1891. Uncle Lee brought his bride to his father's home. In the home, besides his parents, were Aunt Leah, Rosa my mother, Aunt Lula, who was in and out, and likely Aunt Hattie at times too, for she had not yet married.
Aunt Sue was a quiet, gentle woman who never became ruffled. She bore twelve children, eight of whom lived to adulthood. The first child born to Lee and Sue was Frank. There were twins a little over a year later. My Mother often remarked that she never loved any of her own children more than she did Frank. And he was always attentive to her, especially in her old age. Where could we find such an expanded household today that runs as harmoniously as that one was said to do? I believe it could only be if there was to be found another Sue Arant. This remarkable woman lived through it all to be ninety one years old.

My mother is due some credit too, for Grandmother was ill for some years and Mama assumed the responsibility of caring for her. Suitors were turned away, for Mama felt that she couldn't marry as long as her mother lived. Frank was just two months old when Grandmother died December 2, 1892. Naturally he filled a void in Mama's life at that crucial.

Then a year or two later Papa came on the scene, as Jimmie Wroton so vividly described it, They were married January 23, 1896. Aunt Leah was still in the home and so was Grandfather. We don't have the record of Aunt Leah's birth, but we know she was nearly 97 when she died. To the best of our calculations, their deaths must have beer within a year or so of each other. Grandfather died February 28, 1900.
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After Mama left home, fire destroyed all of the prized family possessions. Included were Aunt Hattie's and Aunt Lula's mahogany bedroom suites. The carving on the bedposts was of a pineapple design. The only thing I've heard that was salvaged from the fire was some molten silver found in the ashes. Again it was Aunt Hattie who had some serving pieces made from the silver. She gave at least one piece to each member of the family.
Because of the fire it seems that no one has a keepsake from David Wesley Evans' home except these pieces of silver. But I have recently learned that Carson DeHay Evans has a mahogany lap desk in excellent condition that belonged to another of Rowland Evans' grandsons. The desk, about 20 inches long, 12 inches wide, and 9 inches deep, belonged to James Robert Moorer, Carson's great great grandfather. It was given to Carson by his mother Eva Carson Evans, who is descended from Rowland Evans through daughter Polly. Carson's father Frank Evans is descended from Rowland through son John.
Note 9. According to the census of 1860 David Wesley Evans' real estate was valued at $5000.

Note 10. The Camp Meeting picture, showing the David Wesley Evans' family in front of their "Tent" was likely taken in the fall of 1894, for Lee and Susanna Evans' twins look to be about one year old.

It seems safe to assume that Camp Meeting "tents" were so called in order to avoid conflict with the word "cabin", which could suggest typical dwellings provided in pre war slave­-quarters and hired hand rental property on plantations and farms of the period.

Camp Meeting Picture—Fall 1894

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1848   1921

Though I cannot recall ever seeing my Uncle Ben, I feel that I must give him a space in my story.
The only way I have of forming an image of Uncle Ben is to see him mirrored in the characteristics of his grandchildren, with whom I have been corresponding in recent months. With this as a guide, I shall always think of him as a patient, warm and loving person. And there are incidents related in the letters of his grandchildren which strongly support this image also.
Ruth Evans Barrett, in a nostalgic mood, recounted a horse and buggy ride she and her cousin, Dorothy Evans Hosterman, had with their grandfather one Sunday. It wasn't one of these brief rides they sometimes took with him, but a ride all the way from Bowman to Providence. And fond relatives were on the end of the journey too. Can't you just hear the chatter of these two little girls above the clop, clop of the horses hoofs and see the smile of satisfaction on the grandfather's face as they traveled the sandy road?

He must have been a doting grandfather. Thelma Prickett Ward is another grandchild, who loved to visit in her grandparents' home. She mentioned that Grandmother was sick a lot and it was left to Grandfather largely to make the preparations for her visit. What did he prepare that she liked? Nothing short of boiled peanuts and peanut brittle! If this doesn't make your mouth water, you've never eaten these goodies prepared by one of the David Evans family.

The Benjamin Evans family lived in the Pine Grove Community, Lone Star, South Carolina, until 1894, at which time they moved to Bowman. South Carolina. There Uncle Ben was a mail carrier. I wonder if he sometimes yearned to travel to some of the places stamped on letters and packages he delivered. It is singular that three of his daughters did spend a good portion of

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their lives in places far distant from their childhood home.
Take Daisy, said to have been a beautiful blond. She and her first husband, John M. Berry, presumably lived in South Carolina. When she later married a Mr. Danzig or Danzick (only the pronunciation is re­called), it is said, they went to New Orleans to live. Any later information on Daisy's life is hazy.
Ethel was the last girl to leave home. Since her mother wasn't very well, she likely felt it her duty to stay at home as long as her mother lived. I know there were brief visits to Uncle Fred's home, for it was then that we learned to know her. A very pretty young lady she was too.
She must have had a motherly instinct, for when her sister Ruby died at a young age, leaving behind a dear little baby boy, Ethel took him to her parents' home and cared for him until his father's family came to get him. Still an infant, the child was taken north   to New Jersey, it is thought.
After her mother died, in 1919, Ethel went to Battlecreek, Michigan, to train as a nurse. Later we find her in Los Angeles, where she lived alone for a number of years. At some time before 1942, she married a naval officer, Commander William H. Galbraith and we find them living then in Bremerton, Washington. They were also said to have lived in Lemon Grove, California and retired at San Diego, California.

Then there was Sadie Lucille. She left South Carolina for a purpose not unusual. Sadie married a physician, Dr. W. L. Mack, in 1918 and lived in Cordova, South Carolina, until 1947, when they moved to Walla Walla, Washington, to be near a daughter already living there.

(Original Document, Page #16)

1850   1917

Uncle Fred married my father's first cousin, Lizzie Dantzler, daughter of Irvin and Lavinia Felder Dantzler. As I recall it, he was the only one in the family who was stout. The expression, fat and jolly, applied well to him. It was always a fun time to spend a Sunday afternoon in their home. Since they lived only a few miles down the State Road from us, we saw them more often than our other Evans relatives.
The house they lived in belonged to Aunt Lizzie's parents. It was quite old and not very commodious, but it housed some of the most hospitable people I've ever known. There was always room for one more   or several for that matter   at their bountiful table.
Aunt Lizzie's mother, living with them, was quite aged and bedridden when I knew her. She was lovingly cared for by her daughter and her granddaughter Vinnie Wimberly, a widow with four children also living there. One of the children, Mildred, near my age, died rather suddenly when she was about 11 years old. Naturally, it made a deep impression upon us children.
Evangeline recalls an apparatus Uncle Fred made for the fireplace to be used on ironing day. It was a frame made of tin, so constructed as to protect the irons from soot as they heated before the open fire. She isn't sure that it was his invention, but he sold some in the community and Papa bought one. It must have worn out before I was old enough to iron, for my ironing experience was like Mama's in her young days.
One of Uncle Fred's sons, Robbie, married and living in Cameron, delivered mail on our route in my growing up years.

Two of Uncle Fred's daughters, Nellie and Edith, were R.N.'s. They were very thoughtful of their father's needs as he became less active in his later years. After he had a stroke and was unable to walk, Edith gave him a cuckoo clock. He loved to see the thrill on the faces of children as the little bird

(Original Document, Page #17)

came out to announce the hour. And when the cuckoo stopped chirping, you could expect a chuckle from Uncle Fred.
Felder stayed in the home running the farm for his father in his declining years. A few years after the death of his parents he married and settled in Cameron, South Carolina.

1851   1914

Aunt Manie was the oldest girl in the family. She married her first cousin, Lewis Evans, son of Wade and Sarah Ann Evans. They lived in the Providence Community not far from her parents' home.
Providence was about ten miles down the State Road from our home, so, when Aunt Manie and Uncle Lewis visited us, they often spent the night. My sister Evangeline recently reminded me of the delicious hickory nut brittle Aunt Manie brought Mama on these occasions, for she knew Mama loved it. Loved it? Who didn't!!
Aunt Manie was a quiet, unassuming person, a fine example of Christian fortitude.
Two of her family were to become very close to our family. Eulalie (Cousin) came to live with us after Mama's sister Lula (our Auntie), who had been making her home with us, married. In fact, Evangeline says she came the day of Auntie's marriage to the Rev. D. D. Dantzler, a retired Methodist minister (d.1922), who was also her first cousin and a widower for the second time. We do not have the date of their marriage; but we think it was in the year 1904.
Mama's health was such that she needed someone to help her with us children   there were three of us at that time. Then when Papa took work at the newly founded Cameron Bank, his hours were too long for him to give the proper time to the farm and so he asked Virgil to come and oversee the farm work. Both were a part of our family and fitted in nicely.
(Original Document, Page #18)

Cousin was like a second mother to us. When Mama wasn't around, we knew to take orders from her. She had the privilege of spanking us, but I don't recall her ever spanking even mischievous me.

Aunt Manie died in 1914. Some months before this, Cousin went home to help nurse her and did not return. We children, though amply able then to care for ourselves, missed her greatly. Virgil left about the same time to farm for himself several miles from Orangeburg. His leaving left a void felt by all of us too.
From time to time the others in the family visited us. There were Fannie and Jim Bair who occasionally brought their four well behaved children to spend the day. Raymond recently mentioned in a letter to me how much fun he and my brother James had at our house and theirs. Pretty little Athleen was my sister Elizabeth's age, so the day was never long enough when they came. And I especially remember the excitement when Lawton brought his bride for dinner one Sunday.
Carlisle was with us for several weeks when he was recuperating from a badly mangled arm. It was more convenient to be at our home than his parents' for he was under the care of our Dr. A. P. Traywick.
Lola and Maude visited us for a week or so at the time. I remember Lola for her hearty laugh and Maude for her talent as a seamstress. One summer, when Auntie invited me for a visit with them in Orangeburg, Maude was visiting us at the time. Without a pattern, she cut out and helped Mama make me a dress any little girl would have been proud of. It always seemed a shame that, after Maude married, she never had a little girl to sew for.

(Original Document, Page #19)


1853   1930

When we heard that Aunt Hattie was planning to visit us, we children all raised a joyous cry. As I've already said, she entertained us with stories, songs and peep boxes.

I recall visiting her one summer after her husband Emmanuel Bull, whom she married late in life, had died. No woman in that day out in the country, as she was, dared to live alone, and so Aunt Hattie, true to form, had asked Mr. Bull's daughter and her family to move in with her. Again she had children crawling over her lap, listening to her stories. In a way, this was good for her and surely good for the children. Still comparing her to a 57 year old woman facing widowhood today, hers was, according to present standards, a rather hum drum life.

It seems a shame that during these years when she had no special ties, she couldn't have done some traveling, but I doubt that she ever got father from home that Brevard, North Carolina, where she went with our family on a vacation one summer. Her life was lived completely for others in the community in which she was born. And likely it was lived as she wanted it. After all, few women of her day could have inspired this brief eulogy in her obituary: "She was one of the most prominent citizens of the Providence Section." A strong woman, this Harriet Evans!

1857   1922

Aunt Tudie's husband, Francis Spain Williams, was the postmaster at Eutawville, South Carolina, when I knew them. To visit them as a child I had to travel by train. Hattie Mae, the youngest in the family was near my age and, for that reason I was the one who was invited for week long visits in their home. They lived in the little town of Eutawville, but still had chickens and other fowl. I was intro­duced to guinea at Aunt Tudie's table, and, as she prepared it, it was delicious.

(Original Document, Page #20)

There was an older sister Bessie, who was an R.N. and five older brothers. Clifford, three years older than Hattie Mae, was asked by his mother to accompany Hattie Mae and me to some places where we wanted to go. This he graciously consented to do. I do not remember any of the other brothers except Duncan.
A handsome young man, Duncan worked in the Bank of Cameron with my father for several years. From there he went to Lebanon, Pennsylvania, where he took a position with a Mr. Millard, who owned a quarry and a farm. Eventually, Duncan was put in charge of Mr. Millard's business.

There was a daughter in the Millard family named Laura. Duncan and Laura became attracted to each other and the ensuing courtship resulted in a proposal of marriage. Like any sensible girl, she expressed the desire of meeting his parents before giving him a definite answer. Needless to say a cordial invitation was extended.

Entertaining a young lady from a different part of the country posed no problem for Aunt Tudie, for she was endowed with a charm and composure possessed by few. Obviously Laura was pleased with what she found in this hospitable Southern home, for she went back to Lebanon to make plans for a beautiful wedding.
For several weeks before I (Annie Belle) was married Mama hadn't been very well. Though no reception was planned, I did have a church wedding and there were guests in our home. Aunt Tudie came to help out so that our guests could be served Evans style meals. The wedding was October 19, 1922. Two months later, December 18, 1922, Aunt Tudie knelt by her bedside to pray and there, on her knees, she quietly slipped into eternity. A beautiful ending for a beautiful life!

(Original Document, Page #21)


1860   1929

Of all Mama's sisters, Auntie was closest to us. It is thought that the impressionable years are from birth through four years of age. Auntie was in our home during our early years to love us and to receive our love. My mother loved her children as deeply as any mother ever loved, but she was not as demonstrative with her affection as was Auntie. Perhaps it was because she had no children of her own that Auntie seemed to have an insatiable thirst for caressing children.
And so it was that, after she married the lovable Daniel Dantzler and had a home of her own, she saw to it that a child from our family or Bess Wroton spent a week or more with them each summer. Uncle Dan seemed just as pleased to have us as she and we were soon loving him as much as any of our blood kin.

When the new baby Elizabeth (Betsy) entered our family, it was decided that it would be a good thing if James and I were "deported" for a few weeks

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