My sister, Sandra Crisp, and I have tried to find Beverly for several years. She was such a dear friend when working together at Nowlin Mortgage. We lost track when she and Jack moved out of Ft Worth. My heart breaks  now that we found her.  Our sympathy to the family.

I am sure that I don’t have the right words to describe Beverly.  She was very analytical and organized.  Yet she did make two mistakes in January 1971.  She listened to her pastor Harold Elliot and Dondi (then barely two years old).  Thus, I ended up in her home as a second child.  It was hard for Beverly to raise both Dondi and me at the same time.  I was in the childhood of my adulthood and Dondi, well she was still a child.
Duane was very smart when he was still in mommy’s tummy.  Not only was he kicking Beverly but decided to kick me too.  So, before he was born, Duane decided to kick me out of his parent’s house before he came into this world.  As I was already an unofficial adopted child in the family and brother to Beverly, Mom and Dad Oates took pity on me and accepted me in their home.
Little did everyone know this was an experiment in trying to raise a person who was set in his own ways and with a totally different background from a far away land.  At times, I did manage to annoy all of them, yet I was given unconditional love and lots of teachings in many different ways on how to act and be respectful to others as well as learn to love others unconditionally.
Beverly was very kind and loving not only to me but to my family as well.  Not only did she teach me how to give but also how to appreciate others regardless of what they had or could give in return.  She was passionate about cooking and made me aware of other foods than the food I grew up with.  It had become a tradition that me and later my family would spend many Thanksgivings at her house.
I am not sure who was a pilgrim here, this Indian or her.  I am really grateful to Beverly for showing me how to be Loving, Giving and Spiritual. I and my family will really miss her.


 I met Beverley through her son, Duane.  I only had the pleasure of knowing Beverly these last few years.  We had many wonderful conversations.  Most of those conversations were about family or The Rangers even though she knew I was NOT a fan of ANY team.  I got to know Donna and Kate without them knowing or being able to offer up a defense being on the east coast.  A lot of those conversations focused on her grandchildren and the milestones in their lives.   Austin joined The Coast Guard.  Emily was off to college.  Beverly was going to be a great grandmother.  Emily wants to know sewing tips.  She couldn't resist telling me how she was becoming a part of the extended Elvis Presley Family; I told her "You and Oprah!"  Anna Elaine arrived and nudged The Rangers down a peg in her heart.  Emily is going to perform a solo.  Austin, Emily, Anna Elaine, Duane, Donna were all embedded in Beverly's heart and she embraced all those that they loved.  I'm glad I got to know Beverly and very disappointed that we didn't make it to the symphony!

She was mentor, friend, role model, other mother. She taught me how to be a professional woman in a male-dominated industry. She helped me navigate my first job out of college. She welcomed me into her family and treated me like her own child. Much of who I am that is strength and courage and resilience, and independence, was formed at her feet. She was a gift in my life that was well timed and perfect; she helped me build the emotional foundation that I rest upon today. She helped me start to grow up. 

Above all she was nurturer. She fed body, soul, spirit. She was a fabulous cook and I will never, ever be able to duplicate her biscuits. She was generous and never happier than when whatever she was cooking was going to feed someone she loved. She adopted not just me but many stray "children"--fed us, led us, guided us, and gave us love that sometimes we couldn't necessarily find at home in spite of loving "blood" families. 

The memories of food and laughter and welcome are overwhelming and happy. Her house was always a refuge for me, and her family a welcoming group that asked no questions and accepted. She set that tone and there's no doubt that the welcoming, nurturing gene carries on in her daughter. I am so grateful to have had her in my life and I send heartfelt love, sympathy, and wishes for peace to Duane and Dondi. Your mother was a very, very special woman. We were so blessed to have her. 

My baby sister. How we used to fight over who was taking up too much of the bed. A pillow wall helped solve part of the problem. We didn't always get along the best-6 years was a big diffence in age, but we were always sisters

March 19, 2017- My father-in-law, Duane, Lacey, Anna Elaine, and Granny!  ❤️ 

Anna Elaine loves her Granny!  This was taken in 2017.

Closest cousin to me in age, Bev was more like a sister. We wore identical Easter dresses , gloves, and black patent leather shoes for years, and there are shoeboxes full of photos to prove it. I idolized her in our teen years for her spunk and fun,.  As adults we lived far apart and met up sporadically to catch up and I am stunned we can’t do that again.   The last visit we had I remember her telling me her kids and grandkids were her life.  Godspeed Beverly. I will miss you. 

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Beverly Jean Evans

15 enero, 1946 – 13 febrero, 2019

Laurel Land – Rose Hill Memorial Park and Funeral Home

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