Evelyn Marie Noark was born and raised in North Texas in a town called Rome, The Dulaney family were involved in the cotton ginning business. The Dulaney Family eventually move to Houston, Texas where they lived out their life's. I remember her mother, Lela (Nanny) use to sit on her front porch swing and relate stories about Evelyn's childhood.
It seems that people who lived in North Texas were accustomed to having high winds and/or tornados. One day, Evelyn and her brother, Fred got to playing in the storm cellar, which was adjacent to the house. This storm cellar was also a place where their father, Pop, put his bottles of homemade wine to let them age. While in the storm cellar playing, it is told that Evelyn and Fred decided to sample the brew. They both emerged from the storm cellar with quite a buzz according to their mother. Needless to say both of these young explorers got their due punishment when Pop found out about the episode.
Another story that comes to mind was the time that Evelyn, and Fred, at a very young age, decided to take their father's vehicle for a spin. Now exactly how they managed to even reach the pedals and steer the vehicle is still a mystery to me. As soon as Fred and Evelyn appeared in town driving Pop's vehicle, the Dulaney's phone began to ring. People in town were calling to report that Evelyn and Fred just passed them in Pop's car and they were hollering and waving to everybody as they went by. To hear Nanny, their mother, tell it, these young explorers finally made it back home and began to circle the house. On one trip around the house, probably their last, they accidently crashed into one of the corners of the house. No doubt someone got their bottoms spanked again that day.
All the Dulaney's from up around Ector were involved in the cotton ginning business. My wife, Janet, went up there a few years ago. I remember the first thing that we saw, as we entered the town, was a big sign advertising Dulaney Realty.
I remember Nanny, my grandmother, telling me how Evelyn, and Fred, sometimes use to go and sit on the front row of the near-by church, when they were young in age. The congregation of this church was entirely Black in those days. Nanny referred to the church as the local Holy-Rolly church.
Later in old age, Evelyn, would become disorientated in her mind. Every week, Evelyn and her sister, Mary, would get their hair done at a beauty salon across the street from the Noarks on Common Park Drive. In those days, the main ingredient in their hair dye was lead, I think. Lead is known now to have been a dangerous ingredient in hair dye. It is known to cause dementia in those who used this type of dye.
Anyway, I do remember that when I was in elementary school, my mother, or another neighborhood mother, Ms. Rojas, walked us to school every morning and came to pick us up when school was finished. Since my father never owned an automobile, Ms. Rojas, always came to transport us in bad weather.
It seems that people who lived in North Texas were accustomed to having high winds and/or tornados. One day, Evelyn and her brother, Fred got to playing in the storm cellar, which was adjacent to the house. This storm cellar was also a place where their father, Pop, put his bottles of homemade wine to let them age. While in the storm cellar playing, it is told that Evelyn and Fred decided to sample the brew. They both emerged from the storm cellar with quite a buzz according to their mother. Needless to say both of these young explorers got their due punishment when Pop found out about the episode.
Another story that comes to mind was the time that Evelyn, and Fred, at a very young age, decided to take their father's vehicle for a spin. Now exactly how they managed to even reach the pedals and steer the vehicle is still a mystery to me. As soon as Fred and Evelyn appeared in town driving Pop's vehicle, the Dulaney's phone began to ring. People in town were calling to report that Evelyn and Fred just passed them in Pop's car and they were hollering and waving to everybody as they went by. To hear Nanny, their mother, tell it, these young explorers finally made it back home and began to circle the house. On one trip around the house, probably their last, they accidently crashed into one of the corners of the house. No doubt someone got their bottoms spanked again that day.
All the Dulaney's from up around Ector were involved in the cotton ginning business. My wife, Janet, went up there a few years ago. I remember the first thing that we saw, as we entered the town, was a big sign advertising Dulaney Realty.
I remember Nanny, my grandmother, telling me how Evelyn, and Fred, sometimes use to go and sit on the front row of the near-by church, when they were young in age. The congregation of this church was entirely Black in those days. Nanny referred to the church as the local Holy-Rolly church.
Later in old age, Evelyn, would become disorientated in her mind. Every week, Evelyn and her sister, Mary, would get their hair done at a beauty salon across the street from the Noarks on Common Park Drive. In those days, the main ingredient in their hair dye was lead, I think. Lead is known now to have been a dangerous ingredient in hair dye. It is known to cause dementia in those who used this type of dye.
Anyway, I do remember that when I was in elementary school, my mother, or another neighborhood mother, Ms. Rojas, walked us to school every morning and came to pick us up when school was finished. Since my father never owned an automobile, Ms. Rojas, always came to transport us in bad weather.
Evelyn Marie Noark was born and raised in North Texas in a town called Rome, The Dulaney family were involved in the cotton ginning business. The Dulaney Family eventually move to Houston, Texas where they lived out their life's. I remember her mother, Lela (Nanny) use to sit on her front porch swing and relate stories about Evelyn's childhood.
It seems that people who lived in North Texas were accustomed to having high winds and/or tornados. One day, Evelyn and her brother, Fred got to playing in the storm cellar, which was adjacent to the house. This storm cellar was also a place where their father, Pop, put his bottles of homemade wine to let them age. While in the storm cellar playing, it is told that Evelyn and Fred decided to sample the brew. They both emerged from the storm cellar with quite a buzz according to their mother. Needless to say both of these young explorers got their due punishment when Pop found out about the episode.
Another story that comes to mind was the time that Evelyn, and Fred, at a very young age, decided to take their father's vehicle for a spin. Now exactly how they managed to even reach the pedals and steer the vehicle is still a mystery to me. As soon as Fred and Evelyn appeared in town driving Pop's vehicle, the Dulaney's phone began to ring. People in town were calling to report that Evelyn and Fred just passed them in Pop's car and they were hollering and waving to everybody as they went by. To hear Nanny, their mother, tell it, these young explorers finally made it back home and began to circle the house. On one trip around the house, probably their last, they accidently crashed into one of the corners of the house. No doubt someone got their bottoms spanked again that day.
All the Dulaney's from up around Ector were involved in the cotton ginning business. My wife, Janet, went up there a few years ago. I remember the first thing that we saw, as we entered the town, was a big sign advertising Dulaney Realty.
I remember Nanny, my grandmother, telling me how Evelyn, and Fred, sometimes use to go and sit on the front row of the near-by church, when they were young in age. The congregation of this church was entirely Black in those days. Nanny referred to the church as the local Holy-Rolly church.
Later in old age, Evelyn, would become disorientated in her mind. Every week, Evelyn and her sister, Mary, would get their hair done at a beauty salon across the street from the Noarks on Common Park Drive. In those days, the main ingredient in their hair dye was lead, I think. Lead is known now to have been a dangerous ingredient in hair dye. It is known to cause dementia in those who used this type of dye.
Anyway, I do remember that when I was in elementary school, my mother, or another neighborhood mother, Ms. Rojas, walked us to school every morning and came to pick us up when school was finished. Since my father never owned an automobile, Ms. Rojas, always came to transport us in bad weather.
It seems that people who lived in North Texas were accustomed to having high winds and/or tornados. One day, Evelyn and her brother, Fred got to playing in the storm cellar, which was adjacent to the house. This storm cellar was also a place where their father, Pop, put his bottles of homemade wine to let them age. While in the storm cellar playing, it is told that Evelyn and Fred decided to sample the brew. They both emerged from the storm cellar with quite a buzz according to their mother. Needless to say both of these young explorers got their due punishment when Pop found out about the episode.
Another story that comes to mind was the time that Evelyn, and Fred, at a very young age, decided to take their father's vehicle for a spin. Now exactly how they managed to even reach the pedals and steer the vehicle is still a mystery to me. As soon as Fred and Evelyn appeared in town driving Pop's vehicle, the Dulaney's phone began to ring. People in town were calling to report that Evelyn and Fred just passed them in Pop's car and they were hollering and waving to everybody as they went by. To hear Nanny, their mother, tell it, these young explorers finally made it back home and began to circle the house. On one trip around the house, probably their last, they accidently crashed into one of the corners of the house. No doubt someone got their bottoms spanked again that day.
All the Dulaney's from up around Ector were involved in the cotton ginning business. My wife, Janet, went up there a few years ago. I remember the first thing that we saw, as we entered the town, was a big sign advertising Dulaney Realty.
I remember Nanny, my grandmother, telling me how Evelyn, and Fred, sometimes use to go and sit on the front row of the near-by church, when they were young in age. The congregation of this church was entirely Black in those days. Nanny referred to the church as the local Holy-Rolly church.
Later in old age, Evelyn, would become disorientated in her mind. Every week, Evelyn and her sister, Mary, would get their hair done at a beauty salon across the street from the Noarks on Common Park Drive. In those days, the main ingredient in their hair dye was lead, I think. Lead is known now to have been a dangerous ingredient in hair dye. It is known to cause dementia in those who used this type of dye.
Anyway, I do remember that when I was in elementary school, my mother, or another neighborhood mother, Ms. Rojas, walked us to school every morning and came to pick us up when school was finished. Since my father never owned an automobile, Ms. Rojas, always came to transport us in bad weather.
