Some random stuff, courtesy of Dorothy Evans-Lara:

The Welsh in Chicago were hard workers and easily assimilated into the American way of life ... My father, Arthur E. Evans was born at home on the north side of Chicago in July of 1913 to my Welsh grandparents. A doctor came to the home to deliver my dad. When he was born, my father told me he was blue and silent and the doctor placed him in a shoe box under the bed while he worked on my grandmother. A few minutes later, my father let out a loud cry! My dad said it was because he wanted to let everyone know that he "was HERE and not yet ready to leave the earthly plane!" That's how my dad came into the world.
Attached is a photo of my father in 1914 at one year of age and my grandmother, Mae (Williams) Evans enjoying a summer day at the beach along Lake Michigan.