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John O. Watson, 72 of Springdale died March 30, 1986 at Springdale Memorial Hospital. He was born July 11, 1913, in Murray, the son of Flemon and Annie Self Watson. He was retired from the Tyson Feed Mill, a Baptist and moved to Springdale in 1960 from Kansas City.

Survivors include his wife, Addie Watson of the home; three sons, John Ray Watson of Claycomo, Mo., James Edward Watson of Liberty, Mo., and L. D. Watson of Springdale; four daughters, Annalee Drennon of Kansas City, Mo., Betty Jean Evinger of Oak Grove, Mo., Virginia Koch and Louise Stewart of Springdale; two stepsons, Cecil Oliver of Springdale and Barney Oliver of Newark, Calif., two stepdaughters, Nele Freeman and Shirley Rice of Springdale; three brothers, George Watson of Mossville, Lewis Watson of Springdale and Francis Watson of Kansas City, Kan.; eight sisters, Fina Williams and Ida Willis of Springdale, Ada Reynolds of Lowell, Mellie Carney of Nail, Nancy Sams and Leta Rylee of Mossville, Maye Neal of Harrison and Nola Edgmon of Green Forest; 32 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren.

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Today as I was working on this family 'tree' again, I came across the name John O. Watson, this is the memory I have of this man…

When my son's dad, Jim and I, Beverly Vaughn, lived in Springdale, AR, my son, Tonka was a baby. Jim got the flu and wasn't able to work. At the time he worked at the feed mill just off Pleasant Grove Road in Springdale. Knowing he would be out of work for quite a few days I took his hard hat and showed up at the time his shift was to start early one morning and went in and talked to his boss. I asked him if, since Jim was sick and we couldn't afford the loss of income, would he please let me work in my husband's place.

At the time I wasn't working and Jim's paycheck was all we had to live on and the rent for the trailer where we lived on Shady Grove Road, Shady Grove Trailer Park, was soon due to be paid. The boss wasn't real crazy about the idea but I was putting up a pretty good argument and almost to the point of beggin' and bawlin'.

A few of the men that worked with Jim came in to go to work and heard what was going on and told the boss that he should at least give me a chance... what could it hurt, he could always send me home later.

So he put me in the bottom of the feed mill.... shoveling up the grain or whatever came out of the bottom of the hoppers that the augers fed through to take the grain to different parts of the plant.

This is one time that my 'raisin' in the hills came in really handy. I was no stranger to the back end of a shovel. So I set to work. I'd fill a hundred pound burlap bag with whatever was hitting the floor and drag it out of the way. There were several of the hoppers to keep an eye on, so I pretty much stayed busy. At the end of the day I had dust from all the grain on over me, in my hair, on my eyebrows and eyelashes and down the back of my shirt. It was not a clean job and it was noisy to boot.

I did notice men walking above me on the 'cat walks', I got the feeling they had a bet going on on how long I would last. I didn't have much to say to any of the few men that would come down to the floor where I was working. One man I talked to was John Watson. We got to talking about who I was and we figured out that we were 'kin'. I saw him on the 'cat walks' a lot for the rest of the week that I worked there. And the men I'd seen there before didn't come around much at all. I got the notion that he was watching over me... maybe he felt that some of the other men would've bothered me, I was after all around 18 years old.

At the end of my shift on the last day I worked at the mill, John came by and handed me an envelope and told me it was from him and the 'guys'. He asked me not to open it until I left the mill. As I had about a mile to walk to get home, I didn't drive at the time; I opened it on the walk home. Inside was over a hundred dollars. This was in the mid 1970's and that much money was a lot, especially to me. I don't know how I made it home; I cried the whole way there and was, I think, more moved by that gesture than most I can think of.

The next week Jim was better and made it back to work. He said he took a lot of 'ribbin' about his wife coming to work in his place but they were amazed that I had the nerve to ask, let alone actually do the job. To this day I have never forgotten John Watson and his kindness toward me at a time when I was scared half out of my wits. I believe God does place Angels in our lives when we least expect it and usually when we need them the most. Thank you, John. Thank you, God, for John!

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"What was good, and what was ill,
what would save and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
and dead, yet speak and counsel give.
Farewell, my birds, farewell, adieu,
I happy am, if well with you."
~ Anne Bradstreet

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...gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind...
I know. But I do not approve. I am not resigned...
~ by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Listen for Angels
hovering near,
whispering words
you long to hear,

love is not over
life is not gone
now and forever,
the spirit lives on.

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"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"

~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)

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Don't Cry for me...

If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.

by John G. Ward & Matthew E

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♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6

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You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.

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