My Forty Years Scribblin's
Personal Memories
The Lynn Family

This essay was written in 1996 and printed in the Fall 1996 issue of the Charity Peak Outlook. The Lynn family of Evaro provided the area with two "colorful characters."

I remember the Lynn family as far back as I can remember anything. I still see the father, John, with his big black moustache as he lay on his death bed, his second wife, Julie, and sons Terrence, (we called him Torrence) Russell and Fred. Both Torrence and Russell's chief interest in life was guns and they considered themselves great outdoorsmen. Fred married Virginia, and more like city people, they didn't seem to belong in the family at all.

After moving from the Ovando area, the Lynns became neighbors on our upper LaValle Creek drainage homesteads. By the time we, the Mackie family, moved to Evaro canyon Torrence and Russell's folks had passed on, and they left LaValle Creek to work in timber at Evaro, which was surrounded with logging camps at that time. They "batched" in cabins wherever they found one vacant near their work. They never owned any means of transportation that I know of—not even a horse and buggy. Like most lumberjacks, they traveled on "shanks pony" the many miles they needed to go, more often than not, a rifle slung over their shoulders. Although Torrence was better known, I think that Russell was the most colorful with his head of black curly hair and dark complexion, a lot of ruddy color showing through. He tanned his deer hides and made a pair of buckskin breeches with fringe down the sides. He'd stride down Higgins Avenue in hob nailed loggers boots, a revolver buckled around his middle, until the authorities advised him—strongly—to put the thing away!

I learned that he walked six miles to school at DeSmet and maintained that "poor kids should have a chance to go to school too."

The Lynns made frequent visits, most often in the evenings when we would sit up trying to keep our eyes open until eleven or twelve o'clock. Torrence grew somewhat sour on the Mackie family and the visits ceased, temporarily, when I blessed him with a well defined case of chicken pox!

Fred and Virginia eventually moved to Evaro and after about fifteen years of marriage they had a son whom they named Jack. Little Jack Lynn was the idol of the community. They moved to the Dixon-Moiese area where Jack contracted spinal meningitis and died when he was about two years old.

Russell was drafted into the army in World War I and became one of the proudest soldiers in Uncle Sam's Army. He thought there was nothing like army clothes. Once he ripped up a pair of old army pants for a pattern and hired my aunt to make him a hunting suit out of white blankets which, together with a white stocking cap, was his camouflage to keep the deer from seeing him in the snow.

Finally, the brothers built a nice cabin beside the highway near the top of Evaro Hill. They didn't always agree and at one time drew a line on the floor across the middle of the kitchen, half belonging to each and each one doing his own cooking.

Torrence died first and several years later when Russel fell ill he was looked after by "Georgie" (Jewett) Curran, who, I believe, fell heir to the cabin. Georgie (Georgena) has also passed away and I don't know who owns the cabin, but Evaro will never be the same since the passing of two of its most colorful characters.