Housing Units (2000): 470
Land area (2000): 0.978442 sq. miles (2.534154 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.000000 sq. miles (0.000000 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 0.978442 sq. miles (2.534154 sq. km)
FIPS code: 20115
Located within: New York (NY), FIPS 36
Location: 42.489571 N, 78.479777 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 14042
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
Delevan can refer to:
- Edward C. Delavan, promoter of temperance
- Delevan, California
- Delevan, New York
Usage examples of "delevan".
Mrs Delevan had been looking at the emerging picture in a kind of trance, the expression on her face either that of a woman who is deeply puzzled or who is feeling the onset of a migraine headache.
Mr Delevan reached for her, propelling Meg, who was still between them, forward again, quite forcefully.
Both parents considered this a low taste (Mr Delevan in particular was often outraged by what he called 'that useless junk'), but tonight neither of them had said a word.
Meanwhile, Mrs Delevan was looking from one to the other like someone who is enjoying a pretty good tennis match.
Clan Delevan was not known for its lightfootedness or handedness, which was probably one reason why he thought that image of his father so nimbly catching his mother on the way down had stuck with him, and might forever).
John and Kevin Delevan raised their hands in return, and autumn drowsed peacefully around them as if John Delevan had never sat in the open door of his old Ford and puked into the road-dust between his own feet.
There was a bench on the verge of the grassy town common, and Mr Delevan gestured for Kevin to sit down.
But I'm gonna say this, Mr Delevan: I don't bottom deal, and you know it.
Mr Delevan even felt a little ashamed of himself, as incredible as that was.
Yet more than this: John Delevan, who had for months worked himself to the edge of exhaustion and perhaps even death between the rollers in order to pay the exorbitant price this man demanded to atone for a momentary lapse into insanity - John Delevan forgot that other expression, too.
From the way the boy looked at him - a new, cautious way - Pop thought Delevan probably had.
Once Delevan had been little more than a kid himself, and he would never fully understand that it wasn't Pop who had stuck his tit in the wringer but he himself.
The man could have gone to his wife and she would have tapped that old biddy aunt of hers whose tight little ass was lined with hundred-dollar bills, and Delevan would have spent some time in the doghouse, but she would have let him out in time.
When Mary and Meg Delevan arrived home at twenty past seven, they both still had the giggles.
After looking at Pop's videotape, Mr Delevan had found himself in accord with that.