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THE FAMILY TREE CLICK ON PICTURE TO SEE THE TREE. "THE BRANCHES ARE MANY..THE ROOTS ARE FEW" ..JOE ANDERSON-EVANS 1999.

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FAMILY TREE AFRICAN ANCESTORS MUBUTU KENYATE MISSISSIPPI SLAVES WHITE ANCESTORS

SUMMARY OF FAMILYTREE

Perry Evans
Ms. Georgian Ann	Apollonia
	Johnny	Alice
		Verdice
		Issac
		Sonny
	Eugene

	William"Runt" Evans
	Mary Lee "Pinto"	Augusta (killed by D.J.)
		D.J. Alexander
		Eugene buddy (killed)
		Edith
		Dovie
		Oni
		LC
		Mary
		Mildred
		billingsly dickie's mom
		William James
		Lidy D
		Willie's mom	Willie Evans Jr.
		Ester
		Ester's Husband	Sally
			Shirley
			Pearl
			Sister?
		Ollie Mae
			Faye
		Plunke
			Cecilia Evans
			Cecilia sis
			Cecilia sis
			Ethel Evans
		Ora
		Mary (battle)
		Jesse Battle	Bobby
			Betty
Lou Radcliffe	(Billingslys)
	Pink Willie Evans
	Aunt Jesse	Charles
		Mae Lee
			Tiny
			Lincoln Jr.
		Willie
			Sarah Anderson Stanfield
			David Stanfield
			Charles
			Mary
		Sarah
		Rose
		Perscilla
		Ruby
		Bessie
	Ms.?Mattie

FAMILY TREE & HISTORY african heritage religious heritage surname origin mississippi roots caucasian roots missing links family stories recently passed get well!!! college days kiddie stories marriages anniversaries birthdays church REUNIONS planning committees entertainment food photo-archives letters new photos reunionphotos reunion financial reports FUTURE EVENTS engagements graduations picnics showers weddings awards E-mail/fax click here to see the family e-mail addresses in various cities./ FAMILY BUSINESSES links aaron's auto sales dina's hat shop dress shop builders private school leon's artworks joe's multimedia mall etc.

; OLD LETTERS, STORIES, AND FOLKTALE'S It was a long bus ride to Greenwood and mom was running a little low on cash so our tummys were sending morse code urp urp uurp. But the bus was slowing down. We knew so well the sound of the big greyhounds tire's steady hum that made deeper sound as the bus slowed to pass through a small town or neared a bus terminal. Our hearts grew anxious as the air brakes sounded psssfffff pssffff!! We surely must be at our destination because I could smell those fragrant bus terminal hamburgers with those finely sliced onions and those big juicy ~mators'. God, surely mom would have enough money to buy at least one of big root beers to wash down at least half a burger. Oh oh! mom's is carrying her own ~grip. This is a sure sign that shes going to rush right through the bus terminal right pass the burger stand, darn it!! So we take this taxi ride to aunt Dorothy's house on Mclauren in Greenwood's black or like they said in those days the ~colored section. I jumps out of the cab, which really wasn't a real cab, just an old coutry dude with a sign in his hand that read "$3.00 to anywhere." Walking up to the little wooden shack of a house I heard some young black boys singing and popping shoe shine rags...... It was real early in the morning when I first set my eyes on wildwood plantation. Such a perfect name for this place the smell of fresh cut wood smelled so wild but sweet. Before this I didn't know the real need for a nose. Every thing smelled so robust and fresh. As uncle john turned onto the long gravel road I saw five or six houses on the left side of the road and one setting back off to the right. Here was chickens and hog pens and cotton as far as the eyes could see. Three very agressive young boys about me and my brother's age were running up the road to meet the car like they never had any visitors before. It Allen, Jeff, and Junebug our uncles but they were our age. Oh boy were we glad to see them. We knew we were going to have us a five boy good time and to top it off there was a river right behind the house and a boat!! I was so excited to finally be here at grandpa Joe Anderson's place, I forgot how my stomach was still sending messages. We couldn't wait to change out of our city clothes and put on some old rough dry jeans and ole dusty shirt and any ole pair of Baychild's (Jeff) ole ran over shoes. ......to continue story click THE BALL.

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JOE A. EVANS & MIKI HOWARD	beckie joe's girl

QUANZA CONCERT 1997 IN ST. LOUIS.	CUZIN' JOEY'S GUITAR "MUTHA LIZZY"

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SPECIAL CELEBRATIONS & BIRTHDAYS WEDDINGS SHOWERS GRADUATIONS AWARDS BANQUETS

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EDUCATION ANDERSON .... COLLEGE AND TRADE SCHOOL GRADUATES

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JOE ANDERSON EVANS	1970 - ST.LOUIS UNIVERSITY
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	THIS PHOTO IS WANDA BOYD- MERRIL LIL'BIT & POOKIE'S BROTHER'S DAUGHTER		.cookie
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...TO TOP THE AUTHOR'S BIOGRAPHY Webpage author Joe Anderson Evans born Jan. 27,1946 in St.Louis, Mo. at Saint Mary's Hospital Lived at 2632 locus from age 2-5 sold papers and played windup guitar for bell telephone white secretaries. Harly no black girls worked there then. Tall foxey women getting off work in the evening would put quarters, halfs, and 2 or 3 dollars in our silver coin pan with brother gene who sang too. I had a girlfriend named Caroline, Edwards little sister, Miss Emma's and Mr. Ed's Daughter. We used to pour 1/2 glass of sugar and pour water in it and drink it. :-) That winter we bought baskets of wood from the coal man. we kids sat by the fire woodstove and played with the wood that came from shoe factories.. new heels etc. TO CONTINUE ... CLICK THE BOOK.

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