A Face to a Name.

Since finding the 1913 Deed to our home so many more questions have come to light and have yet to be answered- but I think the one questions that are most resounding throughout my mind is; Who was Mollie Evers and why did she purchase our home? 

Womens rights in the early 1900s were still limited- especially so as a married woman. So how could a woman purchase a home in only her name despite the fact that she was married- and had been for nearly 17 years? I knew the chances of me finding out information specifically about her were slim but we still had to try. It seemed like we some how owed it to her- to our home. 

Mollie married Jasper Evers in 1896 at the age of 22. Jasper Evers had been previously married, had several children and widowed before he married Mollie at the ripe age of 45. He was the third eldest son of thirteen children born of John Ross Evers & Bethel May Hair. 

Jasper Evers Managed the local Farmers Market and was noted as a prominent business man as well as being very active within his community. 

I was entirely awestruck when I came across this picture of Mollie, dated 1901. 

Pictured 2nd from the Right Standing

(touched up) 

She was apparently one of the first members of the Thimble Club! And while the scanned picture isn't the best quality, she was quite pretty. 

The Thimble club was known for being ' a group of civic-minded women in the village, who wished to work together for the promotion of community welfare. When a loved one passed away in the community these ladies put on a dinner for the family and friends of the deceased. They visited elderly homes, hosted parties and packed food baskets for shut-ins.

Apart from this intriguing bit of information I couldn't find much more. He husband died 15 years after she purchased our home, and she never married again or had children. She passed away in 1973 at the age of 99. 

Having got this far, I am so entirely pleased with the information I have received. It is so much more then I ever expected to find. And sitting here thinking about the rich history of our home I cant help but smile at the fact that history does repeat itself. Nearly Ninety Six years later another woman purchased the big white house on the corner Johnson street. 

I can still remember the first time I saw our home, before even setting foot inside I knew we had to get it. I remember thinking I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I like to think that it had a little something to do with Mollie.