Evie Carroll Hallman

By James Carroll

I apologize for being so long in posting aunt Evie name on this site. I found her tombstone this morning covered with a bush. I cleaned it enough that I could read the lettering, but will need to take some tools back to eradicate the over-growth.

I remember aunt Evie mostly for her wet kisses. When we were little she would come to our house to visit and when she started to leave she would kiss all us children. She would go to the door and stand there for the longest saying goodbye to mother. She would watch us to see if we wiped off the kiss and threaten to come back and give us another if we did.