Nany Evans oral history.indd - Washington Secretary of State
Nany Evans oral history.indd - Washington Secretary of State
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<strong>Evans</strong>: Barbara is the oldest, then Bill, then Mary.<br />
Hughes: They’re all gone now?<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: Yes, unfortunately.<br />
Hughes: Where was your house in Spokane?<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: 521 Sound Ave. It was on the South Side <strong>of</strong> Spokane. In my growing up years,<br />
Spokane was a very nice, comfortable place to be. In those days I took the bus everywhere<br />
or rode my bike. It was a good family life even though it was, by today’s standards, very<br />
simple and very easy, despite the financial difficulties at times.<br />
Hughes: What are your most vivid memories <strong>of</strong> those growing up years – 1933 to 1950?<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: During my early childhood, my father was working at several mines in Montana.<br />
So he would be there all summer. I’d go to visit him. Mother would put me on the train<br />
at night. We knew all the porters, everybody who worked on the trains. It was like “the<br />
friendly skies” but it was on rails. I’d be by myself, at age 6, and they’d put me in a sleeper.<br />
In the morning they’d get me up and make sure I got dressed and everything. And my<br />
father would be there to greet me at Butte, Montana. I would spend my summers over<br />
there with Daddy. They had a house up in the<br />
mountains, and I had a little Shetland pony that I<br />
rode all the time. Some great memories. There was<br />
one other family – one <strong>of</strong> my father’s assistants –<br />
and he had two daughters. Both were a little older<br />
than I was, so I had people to play with. It depended<br />
on what my siblings were doing, but we spent a lot<br />
<strong>of</strong> the summers there all together, too. My sisters<br />
would enjoy being with all the young mining men,<br />
the boys at the mine. My brother then started to do<br />
some work in the mines. We went for a lot <strong>of</strong> years<br />
until the war broke out. Those were gold mines, and<br />
Nancy, left, and a friend enjoying a pony ride while<br />
visiting her dad in Montana one summer in the 1930s.<br />
<strong>Evans</strong> family album<br />
then in the space <strong>of</strong> one day FDR shut all the gold<br />
mines down. No more manufacturing <strong>of</strong> gold during<br />
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