this is a part of life too
// March 8th, 2007 // relatives
Maedelle Hearington Evans was born May 12, 1918 in Wildersville, TN. Her mother died when she was 10 and she spent the rest of her childhood helping to raise her younger siblings. While most of her family left school early to work, she graduated from the University of Tennessee. She married Rex Evans while he was still in the Navy. She lived in California, Cuba and wherever her husband’s military career took them. Mrs. Evans was a High School home economics teacher for most of her life and an employee of the State of TN later in life. Her first grandchild was born on her birthday and she loved to tell that grandchild the story of how she proudly wrote her birthday present’s name on the chalkboard for all her students to see. She made most of her own clothes and many clothes for her only daughter and granddaughter. She was an avid gardener, growing the family’s fruits and vegetables. She loved to tend to her rose garden, but her family remembers her spending most of her time in the kitchen, carefully preparing food for the people she loved. She leaves behind recipes for strawberry cake and Thanksgiving dressing that her family will prepare in her memory every year. One candle on my birthday cake will always be hers, in memory of the many, many birthdays we celebrated together. She will be missed but never forgotten by her daughter, her three grandchildren and their spouses and her 8 great-grandchildren. This weekend, her family will gather from all over the country to celebrate and not to mourn.




our sympathies and condolences are with you in this time
take care
love from tim and judith
I am so sorry for your loss. There’s just something special about Grandmas and Granddaughters … I still miss my Grandma something awful.
Thinking of you …
Well-done.
[...] Cathy says the rest. [...]
Thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Thank you for sharing this. Our thoughts are with you.
Nicely Said.
My condolences.
That was beautiful. I’m sure that Maedelle is well received.
Cathy,
I’m so sorry and your tribute was lovely. Absolutely wonderful.
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Thank you all for the heartfelt words and thoughts.
[...] Great Granny passed away. This meant driving to Parsons TN (map) (yes, that’s the whole thing.) Living in the South you tend to forget why people make jokes about the South. We do not hear our own accents and most of the jokes seem dated upon old stereo types because surely we are not that backwards! At least that is what I thought. Since our life has taken us down a path of being sequestered within our own house, I had forgotten what it was like out there. After loading everyone in the van with the misfiring engine (I thought it was a bad spark plug but had someone talk me out of changing the plugs..turns out it was a bad spark plug) and praying that we could drive across Tennessee and back, we hit the Interstate. It wasn’t long before we saw a flag pole towering over the trees to the right side of the Interstate flying the Confederate flag (debate with wife over its racial symbolism versus Southern pride/Southern heritage/historic symbolism ensues) then a couple of miles later to the left of the Interstate an aluminum, giant cross (I mean like 60 feet tall or better See the cross on I-75 by the adult bookstore and a cross in TX.). This thing could have doubled nicely as a water tower. Near Nashville we had a friendly store owner’s sign reminding people to "Thank a veteran — in English!" [...]
[...] Great Granny passed away. This meant driving to Parsons TN (map) (yes, that’s the whole thing.) Living in the South you tend to forget why people make jokes about the South. We do not hear our own accents and most of the jokes seem dated upon old stereo types because surely we are not that backwards! At least that is what I thought. Since our life has taken us down a path of being sequestered within our own house, I had forgotten what it was like out there. After loading everyone in the van with the misfiring engine (I thought it was a bad spark plug but had someone talk me out of changing the plugs.turns out it was a bad spark plug) and praying that we could drive across Tennessee and back, we hit the Interstate. It wasn’t long before we saw a flag pole towering over the trees to the right side of the Interstate flying the Confederate flag (debate with wife over its racial symbolism versus Southern pride/Southern heritage/historic symbolism ensues) then a couple of miles later to the left of the Interstate an aluminum, giant cross (I mean like 60 feet tall or better See the cross on I-75 by the adult bookstore and a cross in TX.). This thing could have doubled nicely as a water tower. Near Nashville we had a friendly store owner’s sign reminding people to "Thank a veteran — in English!" [...]
[...] Great Granny passed away. This meant driving to Parsons TN (map) (yes, that’s the whole thing.) Living in the South you tend to forget why people make jokes about the South. We do not hear our own accents and most of the jokes seem dated upon old stereo types because surely we are not that backwards! At least that is what I thought. Since our life has taken us down a path of being sequestered within our own house, I had forgotten what it was like out there. After loading everyone in the van with the misfiring engine (I thought it was a bad spark plug but had someone talk me out of changing the plugs.turns out it was a bad spark plug) and praying that we could drive across Tennessee and back, we hit the Interstate. It wasn’t long before we saw a flag pole towering over the trees to the right side of the Interstate flying the Confederate flag (debate with wife over its racial symbolism versus Southern pride/Southern heritage/historic symbolism ensues) then a couple of miles later to the left of the Interstate an aluminum, giant cross (I mean like 60 feet tall or better See the cross on I-75 by the adult bookstore and a cross in TX.). This thing could have doubled nicely as a water tower. Near Nashville we had a friendly store owner’s sign reminding people to "Thank a veteran — in English!" [...]