Well, that's cool. I'll tell you what I remember. Like I mentioned in the first email, I remember them as a child and young teenager. They lived in a tiny little house that was positioned only a few feet from the edge of U.S. Route 50 on the east side of the road just past a fairly signifigant turn.
They seemed really old to me as a kid - you know, white headed and wrinkled. But, I know virtually nothing about them on an individual basis. There was a dirt road that cut off of the main road right near their house. We lived about a half-mile south of there up on the hill.
Our neighbor was a carpentar and I remember helping him put some tar paper on the roof of the house where they lived when I was probably 13 or 14, which would have been around 1965 or 66. One of them had already died by then and I think it was Lot. I can't remember exactly when Nettie died, but it seems like it was before I graduated from high school in 1970.
They must have lived there a long time because they were like landmarks, almost. He was the only man I ever knew named Lot. I remember thinking one time that it was kind of sad that Nettie never married.
I will email my brother, Ron, who should remember much more about them. Knowing him, I'm sure he talked with them and may know quite a bit about them.
I don't know if you know anything about Evansville. It is a tiny little hamlet that sets alongside the Little Sandy river. In the early 1800s, it was a thriving place - it had a grist mill, a tannery, an inn, two churches, and a manufacturing business of some sort. There was a pretty nasty flood that destroyed some of the businesses and then the railroad track was constructed in Newburg, so Evansville lost its place of prominence. Today, there are no businesses there - the last one, an insurance agency, closed when its proprieter, Harold Holsinger, died a couple of years ago. My mother, Doris Larew Jones Bagley was born there in 1919 very near the present-day location of the United Methodist Church. She was raised a couple of miles away on Scotch Hill. When she married my father, Roy Jones, they lived in the Kimmel house in Evansville until 1950 when they bought the farm located where I mentioned earlier.
When my mother died in February of 1998, she was the next-to-last person ever actually physically born in Evansville. My brother is the last one. He was born in 1940 in the Kimmel house in Evansville, which no longer stands.
I'll see what I can find out for you about them.
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