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Obituaries from Caddo Parish, LA |
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Beverly Ann Poss Price, 66,
of Shreveport, LA, died Monday, February 21, 2000. She was born
September 14, 1933, in Oklahoma City, OK, and lived in Warren and
Hamburg until moving to Monroe, LA, in 1992. She relocated to
Shreveport last spring to live near her youngest son and his family.
She was the oldest child of a Methodist minister, born to the late
Thomas Gaston and Hazel Meek Poss. She married the late Gordon
Stephens Price of Cornersville in 1953. She was active in her church
and community through the years.
Survivors are two sons, Stephen Price of Hattiesburg and Keith Price of Shreveport; five grandchildren, William and Thomas Price of Hattiesburg, Brittany Rae Price of Greenwood, IN, and Emily Marien and Ryan Price of Shreveport; two brothers, Richard Poss of Monroe and John Poss of Little Rock; three nieces and three nephews and many other relatives and friends. Visitation was planned for 5:30-8:30 Tuesday, February 22, in the Frazier Funeral Home in Warren. Funeral services were planned for 1:30 p.m. Wednesday, February 23, in the First United Methodist Church in Warren with burial following at the Prosperity Methodist Church in Pansy. submitted by Kim Torp Ashley Ledger
Rose Rice, 71, of
Shreveport, LA, formerly of Crossett, (AR) died Friday, March 3, 2000,
at the Schumpert-Dubuis Hospital in Shreveport. Born July 27, 1928, to
Darrell Lee and Etta Meeks Smith in Milo, she was a member of the
Trinity Freewill Baptist Church. She was preceded in death by a
granddaughter, Lee Ann Sowyers, and her husband, Kenneth Owen Rice.
Survivors are two sons, Ronnie Owen Rice and Bruce Rice; a daughter, Jo Ann Rice, all of Shreveport; three grandchildren, David Owen Dvorshock, Wayne Allen Rice and Stephanie Brook Rice; two great-grandchildren and two nephews. Funeral services were at 10 a.m. Monday, March 6, in the Jones Funeral Home chapel in Crossett with Rev. Roy Craig officiating. Pallbearers were Donald Chance, Joe Barnett, Calvin Fletcher, Jimmy Meeks, Dennis Barnett and Gary Wayne Smith. Burial followed services at the Simms Cemetery.
Two Heroines. Mattie
Stephenson in Memphis -- Agnes Arnold in Shreveport.
From the Chicago Tribune, 24. The heroics of former days must yield the palm to the simple devotion and glorious courage that prompt a young girl to plunge headlong into a loathsome pestilence, which makes strong men tremble and appalls the devotion of the truest womanhood. This is what Mattie Stephenson, an obscure country girl of Illinois, did. She had no special call to Memphis. There was no husband, nor brother, nor sweetheart there to whom she was attracted by selfish or personal affections. She left home with only the garments she wore -- perhaps she thought she would never need any more -- and without the knowledge or consent of her relatives; she paid her own passage to Memphis; she made no ostentatious proffer of her services; her only ambition was to serve the sick and suffering of the stricken city; she visited scenes which terrified the strong hearts of those who had time to become used to the plague; she accepted no pay for her duty; and, when the horrid disease laid its vicious hands upon her, she died with the single regret that her usefulness had been cut short. Her first service was the care of a young wife, with whom the dreadful disease had precipitated premature child-birth. Though such a girl as Mattie Stephenson must have had the strongest instincts of maternal sympathy, and a full appreciation of the double horror of her patient's condition, she alone was brave enough, among all the women there, to face the situation. No wonder the city of Memphis forgot the plague a moment to admire heroism like hers. No wonder the Howard association, and the city officials and the clergy, and the nurses, stole away from their duties a brief half hour to do her reverence. The poor girl is described to have been -- she must have been -- a shy and gentle creature, unconscious of the good she was doing. Hers was a martyrdom that the world cannot afford to forget, and when, hereafter, the names of Florence Nightingale, Grace Darling, and the others are recalled, that of Mattie Stephenson should head the list, resplendent with a glory that is almost superhuman. Mattie Stephenson has not been alone in the sublime devotion called out by the fearful scourge which has visited the southern cities. There was a beautiful and accomplished girl of Philadelphia, names Agnes Arnold, who hastened to Shreveport at the first general call upon humanity. She was the daughter of a deceased United States navy officer, and the adopted daughter of a citizen of Philadelphia, whose name she bore. She had a good home and kind friends, and was betrothed. The pleasures of youth, the attachment of friendship, the first love of a fresh heart, and all the selfish sentiments of association and affection were exercised in her case to keep her at home. She broke with all these, and hurried away to duty and to death. Her affianced husband could not stay behind. He followed her in a few days, and, soon after his arrival at Shreveport, was stricken down and died. Agnes Arnold did not flinch even at this hard blow. She still went about doing good as a volunteer nurse, till one night, completely overcome with physical fatigue in watching at the bedside of a sick child, she could hold up no longer, fell down a stairway, fractured a thigh, and died in great agony. The "Angel Agnes," as they call her in Philadelphia, and her intended husband, are now on their way home in coffins. Mattie Stephenson in Memphis, and Agnes Arnold in Shreveport, have surely not been alone in their martyrdom. There must be scores of unwritten heroes and heroines who have given up all the comforts of home and all the affections dearest to the human heart to court the most horrible forms of death for charity's sake. If it were not so, Memphis would be to-day but one huge pest-house, the disgrace and terror of a civilized country.[1873 Oct 29 - Morning Republican, Arkansas] submitted by Teri Moncelle Colglazier
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