Nany Evans oral history.indd - Washington Secretary of State
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oys took over the role <strong>of</strong> what she had had with them as young boys. They took care <strong>of</strong><br />
her. … But having my mother at the mansion was a huge help and it really is what made it<br />
possible for me to not go crazy. (laughing) And she was also very sensible. Any sensibility<br />
I have I learned from her. She was very practical, and when I wasn’t around she tried to<br />
keep things orderly, as much as she could with the kids. So she was a lifesaver.<br />
Hughes: Your dad was in his fifties when you were born in 1933, wasn’t he?<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: Yes. He was 55. He was a very proud man, my mother said, and she was not<br />
jubilant!<br />
Hughes: That’s hilarious. I remember my mom and my Aunt Phyllis were both pregnant<br />
at about 43 in 1954. And I can still see my mom and my aunt sitting in her kitchen. They<br />
were both smoking up a storm — both pregnant, smoking. My aunt was drinking a can <strong>of</strong><br />
Oly, and they were just sitting there in their shorts and smocks, both huge with child. How<br />
things have changed. Nobody thought anything <strong>of</strong> smoking and drinking during pregnancy.<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: No, <strong>of</strong> course not. I didn’t smoke then, but that was very typical, absolutely.<br />
Speaking <strong>of</strong> being fat and pregnant, I was huge.<br />
Hughes: For the record, I didn’t say anything about you being fat and pregnant!<br />
<strong>Evans</strong>: But I was huge with Bruce, because he was a 10-and-a-quarter-pound baby. He<br />
was tall and big, and he was late. It was August and it was extremely warm and hot. And<br />
I remember I was sitting upstairs in the Mansion in a shift that I had that fit me, just a<br />
sleeveless cotton thing that just<br />
went straight down. And Peggy<br />
was in heat. The trooper called<br />
up and said, “Mrs. <strong>Evans</strong>, Peggy<br />
got out!” So I went out. I was<br />
in bare feet. I still remember<br />
this so well. … I was on the<br />
east lawn, way on the east side<br />
<strong>of</strong> the capitol, over by Capitol<br />
<strong>Washington</strong>’s first family with Peggy, their Irish Wolfhound. <strong>Washington</strong> <strong>State</strong> Library<br />
69<br />
Boulevard, chasing this enormous