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had two grand pianos as well as the piano we all took lessons on. One was a wonderful<br />

old German piano. Hans wanted to know if the Governor’s Mansion would be able to<br />

use it. And I said it was a lovely, lovely <strong>of</strong>fer, but the Mansion already had been given two<br />

Steinways and there was no room for any more. But as I thought about it, it occurred to<br />

me, “What about the reception room in the Capitol?” So I contacted someone and asked<br />

if there was a piano there, and if not, would the Capitol accept the gift <strong>of</strong> a very nice grand<br />

piano. They said yes, so Hans made sure that it was all fixed up and cleaned up. And then<br />

he died. Mary had it all packaged up and sent it to Olympia. That’s the piano that’s in the<br />

reception room now. It’s a beautiful instrument.<br />

Hughes: Do you still play the piano?<br />

<strong>Evans</strong>: I don’t. The eyes are so important that I’d have to get special glasses, which I’m<br />

never going to do. So my piano now is in my son’s house here where our granddaughter is<br />

playing the piano, taking lessons. That’s Dan Jr.’s daughter, Isabelle.<br />

Hughes: So with brother Bill eligible for the draft, do you have vivid memories <strong>of</strong> Pearl<br />

Harbor Day? You were 8 years old.<br />

<strong>Evans</strong>: No. I don’t remember Pearl Harbor Day. But then Bill went in the service. He<br />

fought in the terrible Battle <strong>of</strong> the Bulge in the winter <strong>of</strong> 1944, and was injured there. In<br />

the den, my father had on the wall a big map <strong>of</strong> Europe. And he would try to follow Bill<br />

through his letters from overseas. You couldn’t say exactly where you were because <strong>of</strong><br />

wartime censorship. I followed the war’s progress on my father’s map. Then we learned<br />

my brother was coming through Spokane on the train on the way to Madigan Hospital,<br />

near Tacoma. So we all went down to the train station. And I still remember this gaunt<br />

young man standing in the doorway <strong>of</strong> the train on crutches. And I thought, “Oh my gosh,<br />

is that my brother?!” I couldn’t believe it was, because he was so thin. He was so haggard<br />

looking. He went on to Madigan where he recuperated. Then he was discharged from the<br />

Army. Bill always said he was grateful to the Army because the (trench mouth) injury on<br />

his lip no longer bothered him. People assumed it was part <strong>of</strong> the injuries he had received<br />

in the war.<br />

I was in the seventh or eighth grade when the war ended. I remember that vividly.<br />

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