“Son and Betty Jane married that fall  and moved into an apartment in the Billups Apartment Building down the street from Mama. He had met her while she was working here as a dental hygienist temporarily. They married in her hometown of Macon, Georgia.
“Tricia had gone to Mississippi State College for Women. Rawa, who had worked in Nebraska, had met and married Jack Roach there, and they moved to Oregon. Buddy had brought Dottie Hire home, and they were married at the First Methodist Church, with Russell and I standing with them.”
“We did not have much furniture to move into the house and gladly accepted anything anyone would give us with Tiny and Mama helping out. Big, who had always loved yard work, helped greatly with our meager landscaping of a yard filled with weeds, no grass and no trees. She brought over altheas, crepe myrtles, spirea, flowering quince and other shrubs, most of which are still with us. Russell had rented a tractor and leveled the yard and shoulders and started from scratch trying to get some grass to grow.”
Three of the Evans children wound up in North Greenwood, leaving the old Stott house at Washington and Walthall behind in presence if not in spirit. Sara and Russell were part of the post-World War II wave of young married couples who bought parcels of former cotton fields and made lawns along the unpaved streets named for presidents and trees. Adams, Jefferson, Monroe, Walnut, Myrtle, Poplar……all the streets of our lives, and fields of dreams for them.
Jessie would stay on at the Stott home, even as her children grew up, fell in love, married and moved on with their lives. Her years there in that sanctuary totalled 28, which I’m sure neither she or Big or Uncle Roy ever envisioned when tragedy struck in 1932. It was a happy home, described that way by everyone who ever lived there. And it still stands on that downtown corner, well-maintained, with some of Big’s old vines still climbing up the glassed-in porch. We are fortunate in many ways in this extended Evans/Stott family, in that our brick-and-mortar anchor remains, a daily reminder of what’s important and what endures.