The daughter of Lamy Chopin, Sr. and Cora Henry. The wife of Arthur William Watson, Sr.
The Natchitoches Enterprise.
February 15, 1917
Page 3
Mrs. A. Watson.
Rarely ever has a death occurred in Natchitoches that affected the entire community as did that of Mrs. A. Watson, on Friday morning. The circumstances under which it occurred make it a deplorable tragedy, and stern men, as well as tender-hearted women, wept true tears of grief when they followed the bier to its last resting place on Saturday morning.
Mrs. Watson was in delicate health, having organic troubles that declared themselves after several months' treatment in New Orleans last fall, but the sublime courage with which she met her fate while she went about her regular duties as wife and mother, constantly elicited the wondering admiration of her large circle of friends. While she had been a little more indisposed than usual the beginning of the week, on Thursday she felt better than she had for a long time, and expressed herself to a friend as to the goodness of God in making her better while her husband and children needed her attention, as they were ill, all suffering from a light epidemic of grippe and chicken-pox. She retired at her usual late hour Thursday night, and about six the next morning when the nurse went after wood, in passing thru the sleeping porch where Mrs. Watson was, she noticed her arm hanging down, and when she stooped to cover, it remarking upon the cold morning and not getting a response, she turned her over and saw that something was wrong, and her screams brought Mr. Watson from his sick bed, who at once realized that his wife was dead. The doctors were instantly summoned at once stated that she must have died several hours before, the heart trouble, which was her most serious ailment, having mercifully for her, done quick work while her loved ones slept nearby.
The funeral on Saturday morning was largely attended by friends from home and throughout the State. The beautiful floral offerings from the clubs and organizations to which she belonged, banks and personal friends, bearing tender, sympathetic messages, testified to the esteem in which she was held.
Mrs. Watson, who was the wife of A. W. Watson, president of the Exchange Bank, was the only child of the late Cora Henry and Lamy Chopin, and in her girlhood was one of the most popular belles in North Louisiana; a woman of brilliant intellect, whose travels throughout America and Europe had broadened her in every way; cultured and refined; a woman of character of indomitable will and courage, but whose whole life interests were centered in her home circle, tho she was ever ready to help the needy or those in distress.
Her sudden death will leave a void that can never be replaced, and tender sympathy is extended to the broken-hearted husband, three sons, the half sister and brothers and other relatives.
The Natchitoches Enterprise.
February 15, 1917
Page 3
Mrs. A. Watson.
Rarely ever has a death occurred in Natchitoches that affected the entire community as did that of Mrs. A. Watson, on Friday morning. The circumstances under which it occurred make it a deplorable tragedy, and stern men, as well as tender-hearted women, wept true tears of grief when they followed the bier to its last resting place on Saturday morning.
Mrs. Watson was in delicate health, having organic troubles that declared themselves after several months' treatment in New Orleans last fall, but the sublime courage with which she met her fate while she went about her regular duties as wife and mother, constantly elicited the wondering admiration of her large circle of friends. While she had been a little more indisposed than usual the beginning of the week, on Thursday she felt better than she had for a long time, and expressed herself to a friend as to the goodness of God in making her better while her husband and children needed her attention, as they were ill, all suffering from a light epidemic of grippe and chicken-pox. She retired at her usual late hour Thursday night, and about six the next morning when the nurse went after wood, in passing thru the sleeping porch where Mrs. Watson was, she noticed her arm hanging down, and when she stooped to cover, it remarking upon the cold morning and not getting a response, she turned her over and saw that something was wrong, and her screams brought Mr. Watson from his sick bed, who at once realized that his wife was dead. The doctors were instantly summoned at once stated that she must have died several hours before, the heart trouble, which was her most serious ailment, having mercifully for her, done quick work while her loved ones slept nearby.
The funeral on Saturday morning was largely attended by friends from home and throughout the State. The beautiful floral offerings from the clubs and organizations to which she belonged, banks and personal friends, bearing tender, sympathetic messages, testified to the esteem in which she was held.
Mrs. Watson, who was the wife of A. W. Watson, president of the Exchange Bank, was the only child of the late Cora Henry and Lamy Chopin, and in her girlhood was one of the most popular belles in North Louisiana; a woman of brilliant intellect, whose travels throughout America and Europe had broadened her in every way; cultured and refined; a woman of character of indomitable will and courage, but whose whole life interests were centered in her home circle, tho she was ever ready to help the needy or those in distress.
Her sudden death will leave a void that can never be replaced, and tender sympathy is extended to the broken-hearted husband, three sons, the half sister and brothers and other relatives.
The daughter of Lamy Chopin, Sr. and Cora Henry. The wife of Arthur William Watson, Sr.
The Natchitoches Enterprise.
February 15, 1917
Page 3
Mrs. A. Watson.
Rarely ever has a death occurred in Natchitoches that affected the entire community as did that of Mrs. A. Watson, on Friday morning. The circumstances under which it occurred make it a deplorable tragedy, and stern men, as well as tender-hearted women, wept true tears of grief when they followed the bier to its last resting place on Saturday morning.
Mrs. Watson was in delicate health, having organic troubles that declared themselves after several months' treatment in New Orleans last fall, but the sublime courage with which she met her fate while she went about her regular duties as wife and mother, constantly elicited the wondering admiration of her large circle of friends. While she had been a little more indisposed than usual the beginning of the week, on Thursday she felt better than she had for a long time, and expressed herself to a friend as to the goodness of God in making her better while her husband and children needed her attention, as they were ill, all suffering from a light epidemic of grippe and chicken-pox. She retired at her usual late hour Thursday night, and about six the next morning when the nurse went after wood, in passing thru the sleeping porch where Mrs. Watson was, she noticed her arm hanging down, and when she stooped to cover, it remarking upon the cold morning and not getting a response, she turned her over and saw that something was wrong, and her screams brought Mr. Watson from his sick bed, who at once realized that his wife was dead. The doctors were instantly summoned at once stated that she must have died several hours before, the heart trouble, which was her most serious ailment, having mercifully for her, done quick work while her loved ones slept nearby.
The funeral on Saturday morning was largely attended by friends from home and throughout the State. The beautiful floral offerings from the clubs and organizations to which she belonged, banks and personal friends, bearing tender, sympathetic messages, testified to the esteem in which she was held.
Mrs. Watson, who was the wife of A. W. Watson, president of the Exchange Bank, was the only child of the late Cora Henry and Lamy Chopin, and in her girlhood was one of the most popular belles in North Louisiana; a woman of brilliant intellect, whose travels throughout America and Europe had broadened her in every way; cultured and refined; a woman of character of indomitable will and courage, but whose whole life interests were centered in her home circle, tho she was ever ready to help the needy or those in distress.
Her sudden death will leave a void that can never be replaced, and tender sympathy is extended to the broken-hearted husband, three sons, the half sister and brothers and other relatives.
The Natchitoches Enterprise.
February 15, 1917
Page 3
Mrs. A. Watson.
Rarely ever has a death occurred in Natchitoches that affected the entire community as did that of Mrs. A. Watson, on Friday morning. The circumstances under which it occurred make it a deplorable tragedy, and stern men, as well as tender-hearted women, wept true tears of grief when they followed the bier to its last resting place on Saturday morning.
Mrs. Watson was in delicate health, having organic troubles that declared themselves after several months' treatment in New Orleans last fall, but the sublime courage with which she met her fate while she went about her regular duties as wife and mother, constantly elicited the wondering admiration of her large circle of friends. While she had been a little more indisposed than usual the beginning of the week, on Thursday she felt better than she had for a long time, and expressed herself to a friend as to the goodness of God in making her better while her husband and children needed her attention, as they were ill, all suffering from a light epidemic of grippe and chicken-pox. She retired at her usual late hour Thursday night, and about six the next morning when the nurse went after wood, in passing thru the sleeping porch where Mrs. Watson was, she noticed her arm hanging down, and when she stooped to cover, it remarking upon the cold morning and not getting a response, she turned her over and saw that something was wrong, and her screams brought Mr. Watson from his sick bed, who at once realized that his wife was dead. The doctors were instantly summoned at once stated that she must have died several hours before, the heart trouble, which was her most serious ailment, having mercifully for her, done quick work while her loved ones slept nearby.
The funeral on Saturday morning was largely attended by friends from home and throughout the State. The beautiful floral offerings from the clubs and organizations to which she belonged, banks and personal friends, bearing tender, sympathetic messages, testified to the esteem in which she was held.
Mrs. Watson, who was the wife of A. W. Watson, president of the Exchange Bank, was the only child of the late Cora Henry and Lamy Chopin, and in her girlhood was one of the most popular belles in North Louisiana; a woman of brilliant intellect, whose travels throughout America and Europe had broadened her in every way; cultured and refined; a woman of character of indomitable will and courage, but whose whole life interests were centered in her home circle, tho she was ever ready to help the needy or those in distress.
Her sudden death will leave a void that can never be replaced, and tender sympathy is extended to the broken-hearted husband, three sons, the half sister and brothers and other relatives.
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