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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
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
JOHN EDWIN EVANS,Co.G.13 Ga. Inf., C.S.A.
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.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE PREFACE
A SHORT SKETCH OF THE EARLY HISTORY OF THE EVANS FAMILY HARRIET EVANS BULL
A TRIBUTE TO JOHN EVANS JOHN W. KELLEY
FRAGMENTS OF THE EVANS CLAN BACKGROUND JIMMY WROTON, SR
MORE ABOUT GREAT‑AUNT LEAH
THE FAMILY BEFORE AND AFTER THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES
GLIMPSES OF MY UNCLES, MY AUNTS, AND MY MOTHER
THE GENEALOGY
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THE PREFACE
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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A SHORT SKETCH OF THE EARLY HISTORY OF THE EVANS FAMILY
HARRIET EVANS BULL
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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A TRIBUTE TO JOHN EVANS
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:
FRAGMENTS OF THE EVANS CLAN BACKGROUND
"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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MORE ABOUT GREAT‑AUNT LEAH
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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THE DAVID EVANS FAMILY DURING AND FOLLOWING THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES
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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GLIMPSES OF MY UNCLES. MY AUNTS. AND MY MOTHER
BENJAMIN OSGOOD EVANS (BEN) 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.
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JOHN FREDERICK EVANS (FRED) 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
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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.
MARY ANN CATHERINE EVANS (MANIE) 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.
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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.
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HARRIET MARGARET EVANS (HATTIE) 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!
SUSAN FRANCES EVANS (TUDIE) 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.
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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!
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TALULA ELIZA EVANS (LULA, AUNTIE) 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. All they had to do was to give Evangeline a book to read and she would be quiet. Auntie felt she was the logical one to take us noisy ones in. At least she knew us from head to toe, or thought she did. But she likely didn't take into consideration their smaller house and lot compared to our roomy house and a large sandy yard available if our energies should explode.
Sure enough one cold January morn James and I were on the front porch "whooping it up." Out comes gentle little Auntie almost in tears, "Children, don't you know you are in the city?" That was the day we learned that life in the city was different from life in the country.
The day finally came for us to return home. Everything was fine for a while. Then I got the measles, James got the measles, Evangeline got the measles and baby Elizabeth, six weeks old, got the measles. As if that wasn't enough, we gave the baby whooping cough when she was six months old.
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Auntie once remarked to me, "All my sisters were pretty. I was the ugly duckling in the crowd." It's true she could never have won a beauty contest; but she had a heart of gold and her sweet inner spirit so shone through her face that no one ever thought of any lack of physical beauty.
I have often said that I have never personally known anyone who lived the Christian life as consistently as Auntie did. She seemed always to keep before her the injunction of Jesus, "Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me."
To know someone in need was in her thinking to do something about it. Whenever money was a factor, she managed somehow to contribute to the cause. Apparently she became more generous after Uncle Dan's death, even though she had less to run on than before. As a retired minister, he was on a church pension, which in addition to the rental from a good‑sized farm he inherited, furnished them with a fair income. In making his will, at Auntie's request, he left most of his property to his children. He took for granted that she would also get a pension. This was not the case and she had to be very careful with funds over the seven years of her widowhood.
Long before these critical years she had made a pledge to herself to leave enough money for the building of a chapel in Korea, and she was determined her plans would not be thwarted. She actually deprived herself of food she should have had for health's sake to make sure her chapel funds would not be deleted. Such was the devotion of our dear little Auntie.
ELIZABETH BEAUREGARD* EVANS (BETTY) 1861 ‑ 1899
From all I've ever heard about Aunt Betty, I know I would have loved her, but she died before I was a year old. One of my treasured possessions is a little pink baby sacque she crocheted for me. As I wrote Jimmie she must have set my love for pink, for it is my favorite color. I was told that, at a camp meeting, to which my parents took me at a tender age ‑ if I ever went through such an age ‑ I pranced around one
*No Kin, but named after Gen. Peter Gustavus Toutant Beauregard 1818‑1893, Defender of the South, beloved and admired by David Wesley Evans, father of Elizabeth Evans.
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day, demanding they put a pink dress on me. I never thought to ask who won out, but, judging from later happenings, it wasn't little Annie Belle.
After Aunt Betty died on September 13, 1899, Mama thought of her dear sister's family as a kind of extension of her own family. Lula Bess was only two at the time of her mother's death. While the older children could make it very well with their father, Mama and Aunt Lure (Auntie), who was living with us then, felt the little baby girl should have some genuine motherly care. So for several years she lived in our home. Then Auntie married and Lula Bess went back with her family. But she often visited us weeks at a time during the summer months. A precocious child, she learned to read fluently at an early age and loved the funnies. I couldn't understand how she could enjoy looking at such ugly creatures - I much preferred romping on the outside.
In the summer of 1901 tragedy struck the Wroton home in Denmark, South Carolina. Victor, the eldest, came down with typhoid fever. Auntie went to help and Genevieve was sent to our home to join Lula Bess who was already there. After some days, Genevieve also got sick. Mama, though pregnant, nursed her through that critical illness to health. Victor was not so fortunate. He died one month before his nineteenth birthday.
It was a happier stay that Genevieve and Bess had with us some years later. This time they spent the entire summer. Genevieve had become a beautiful young lady and two eligible young men took turns calling on her.
Hattie wasn't free to visit us very often, but it was a special treat to have her. She became a good business woman like her capable Aunt Harriet, for whom she was named, but it was her affectionate manner that lingers in my memory. I recall too some brief visits from Harry and it was a big event when Jimmie and Daisy stopped by for an overnight visit soon after they were married. We were always proud of Jimmie and fell in love with his sweet bride.
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DAVID WESLEY LEE EVANS (BUDDY) 1864 - 1924
Uncle Buddy was next to the youngest in the family, my mother being the youngest. Jimmie Wroton has commented on his hunting and fishing experiences with Uncle Buddy. I can't vouch for his expertise as a hunter but I do know that he was a very successful fisherman, for, after cars came into use, some of his fish found their way to our home. And I'll never forget how good the fish were at Aunt Sue's table when I visited them--fish, fresh from the pond, hot from the frying pan.
Not only was Uncle Buddy a successful fisherman, but he was also a resourceful one. Fishermen, can you beat this? According to a fond nephew, he sometimes rode a cow to the fish pond to have fresh cream for his coffee. Poke fun if you wish. I think he was smart. The cow served two purposes, the thermos bottle you carry serves only one.
Mama used to say that, when they were children, she was Buddy's shadow, often much to his dismay. He must have let her fish with him sometimes, for she too was good with the hook and line. Even in her later years during her vacation visits with us in the summers at Wilmington, North Carolina, her greatest pleasure was fishing from the pier for a few hours at the time with my husband.
The same resourcefulness, that Uncle Buddy displayed in his fishing, was also seen in his farming. Fairly early in his married life, he began diversifying on the farm by planting a large pecan grove. At that time, there were only a few other South Carolina farmers in the pecan business. He started with the hard-shelled nuts, then, when the paper shell nuts became more popular, he set out to modernize his grove and grafted paper shells on many of the trees himself.
His daughter, Louise Evans McCrorey recalls the harvesting of the nuts. "Blacks on the place climbed up in the trees and, with long poles, knocked the nuts down. We children were always under the trees picking
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them up and being 'konked' on the head by the falling nuts."
The thumps on the head evidently didn't do any harm to Louise for she served as principal in schools near her home over a period of thirty years.
Having such a background in farming, it is not surprising that son Frank, a Wofford graduate, developed into an outstanding farmer. In 1959 Frank's family was named South Carolina Master Farmer Family.
ROSA LEAH EVANS 1866 ‑ 1954
Since a thread of Rosa Evans' life runs throughout my story, I had not planned to give her additional space here. That is, until I began to wonder if I might have given the impression that she enjoyed poor health. Then it was that I decided to dispel any such idea.
Rosa Evans my mother was a very active person. It was she who kept the wheels turning smoothly in a busy farm home while my father was devoting a full day at the Cameron Bank. Unless she had a bad night, she was up early in the morning busying herself with a big breakfast.
It was she, who planted the seed in the garden after the soil was prepared, who cared for the chickens, who, in the sugar cane season, tested each vat of cane syrup for its consistency, who, on hog butchering days, carefully examined and helped prepare the parts of the haslets that went into the stuffed liver puddings and, who personally directed the curing of her succulent hams.
She managed to find various ways to make a little money of her own. One project was her boiled peanut business. The vines were gathered for her before most of the peanuts became hard. As they were picked from the vines, those few which were hard were put aside for drying and only those which would cook
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soft were used. They were boiled in large wash pots on Friday. On Saturday morning they were sacked in small bags and sold for a nickel in Cameron. My brother James was the little salesman, who received a small commission.
Always there was a goal in sight, the biggest being a piano in order that her girls might take advantage of music lessons. Though Betsy was the only one of us who became an accomplished pianist, the pleasure her music brought to others fully repaid Mama for her efforts.
I must not be tempted to say more about Rosa Evans except that she lived over a span of nearly 88 years ‑ longer than any of her sisters or brothers and a little more than two years short of the 90 year mark predicted for her by her affectionate nephew, Jimmie Wroton.
“The Old Church” photograph hanging in the narthex of present building Providence United Methodist Church Home church of “Our Evans Heritage” families at Providence, SC 5-24-81
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THE GENEALOGY
In order that the genealogy may be better understood, I offer a few words of explanation. The section of South Carolina in which our early ancestors lived was known as St.Matthew Parish, Orangeburg District. In 1868 the Constitution changed the Districts into smaller area called Counties. From this date on, our Evanses lived in Orangeburg County.
The name Providence Community has no relation to government, as did the Parishes; rather, it emerged because of the influence of Providence Methodist Church upon the surrounding community. While the St.Matthew Parish covered a much larger territory than the Providence Community does now, either term can apply to the land holdings of our ancestors.
Wherever the Providence Community is referred to in the genealogy, it is always the Providence Community of what is now Orangeburg County.
Key: I, II, III, IV = Generations c = child g = grandchild gg = great‑grandchild ggg = great‑great‑grandchild
m. = married; b. = born; d. = died
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I. ROWLAND EVANS
ROWLAND EVANS, b. in Wales before the year 1749, He was killed a few days after the Battle of Eutaw Springs, fought 8 Sep 1781. Rowland lived consecutively in Boston, Charles Town, and the St. Matthew Parish, Orangeburgh District. He married Elizabeth Day. Through the efforts of the Eutaw Chapter of the DAR, his grave has been marked by the US Government. (see DAR Patriot List‑1967, pp.224‑225).
II. Children of Rowland and Elizabeth Day Evans
C(l) ROWLAND EVANS (died young, no dates found)
C(2) JOHN EVANS, b. likely in Charles Town, 1771 or 1772, depending on his birth month, d. 11 Oct 1859 (Dates from Kelley, Southern Christian Advocate of 19 Jan 1860 ‑ Moorer records give his birth as 1772), married lst. Martha Zimmerman (no dates ‑ from Mrs. Mary East Keller). John married 2nd. Margaret Moorer, daughter of Jacob Moorer, b. about 1746. She was b. in 1777 (Mary East Keller), d. Ju1 1823 (Harriet C. Bull's story).He married 3rd.on 1 Dec 1825,a widow, Elizabeth Holman Zimmerman, daughter of Conrad Holman (Marriage Settlement Book 9, SC Archives page 173 ). She was buried in old Zimmerman Cemetery. Others likely unmarked in the old cemetery.
C(3) MARY (Polly) EVANS, b.1774, d.4 Feb 1862 in St. Matthew Parish, married Jacob Moorer, b. 15 Sep 1770, d. 17 Jul 1840. Jacob was a brother of Margaret Moorer, who married John Evans (Moorer Records). Polly and John were sister and brother.
C(4) WILLIAM EVANS, b. 25 Dec 1776. St. Matthew Parish, d. 20 Sep 1859 at his residence in St. James Goose Creek Parish, SC. (Obit. Southern Christian Advocate), married unknown. A known descendant is Wm. Barnwell “Bud” GROSS, Jr, b. 15 Jun 1927 and living in Summerton, SC.
II. JOHN EVANS
III. Children of John and Martha Zimmerman Evans
C(1) ROWLAND EVANS, b. 4 Feb 1797 (Date given the Calhoun County Museum by Sadie Bates Cannon who took it from the Bates Bible), d. unknown.
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C(2) RICHARD (Dick) EVANS, b. St. Matthew Parish 1805 (1850 Census), d. after 1879, married Mildred GRIFFITH, daughter of Abraham and Ann Parsons Griffith (Mrs. Mary East Keller) Buried in Old Cemetery. He had a grandson living in Cameron, SC, circa 1900.
III. Children of John and Margaret Moorer Evans
C( l) LEAH EVANS, b. in 1805, d.11 Jun 1901, St. Matthew Parish (Times and Democrat, June 19,1901)(Not in Bates Bible). She is buried in the Old Cemetery.
C(2) WADE EVANS, b. 4 Oct. 1807, d. 30 Sep 1897, St. Matthew Parish, married 1st. 29 Nov. 1827, Sarah Ann HALL. She was b. 11 Sep. 1810, d. 21 May 1865.Wade married 2nd Elizabeth D_, b. 29 Aug 1835, d. 3 Nov 1878. He married 3rd. Mary E_, b. 29 Aug 1832, d. 8 Dec 1918. All are buried in the old family cemetery. A known descendant of Wade and Sarah Ann Hall Evans is Robert Evans DOUGAN, living (1996) in Warner Robins, GA.
C(3) ELIZA EVANS, b. 5 Dec 1809, d. 29 Jun 1872 in St. Matthew Parish, unmarried. Buried in the old family cemetery.
C(4) LEWIS EVANS. b..24 Jul 1814 (Bates Bible) in St. Matthew Parish, d. 22 Jan 1897 in Pittsburg, Texas, where he made his home (Times & Democrat, 10 Feb 1897).
C(5) ELIZABETH EVANS, b. 19 May 1817, d. 20 Apr 1890 (9 AM) in St. Matthew Parish, married 8 Dec 1842, Dr. Rezin Westerly BATES. He was b. 17 Feb 1819, d. 21 Apr 1892 (Given me from the Bates Bible).
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