The past does not lie down and decay like a dead animal. It waits for you to find it again and again.” “The Gilda Stories” ~Jewelle Gomez
Sophie E. Watson was my maternal great great grandmother on my grandfather’s side. This obituary and a poor quality photo is the only link I have with her. I grew up in a relatively remote Victorian town in Australia, only knowing my parents and siblings. It was not until 1988 that I became aware of my ancestral heritage.
The death occurred at her home “Nirvana”, Fifth Avenue, Windsor, on Wednesday last, of Mrs Sophie Elizabeth Watson, widow of George Chale Watson and sister of the late Sir Robert Scott. Born at Dorney, Buckinghamshire, near London, in 1844 the late Mrs Watson came to Brisbane with her parents aboard the Artimesia at the age of five and had lived in Brisbane practically for the remainder of her life.
Since Sir Robert Scott’s death a few years ago, Mrs Watson has been in indifferent health. Her father, the late Mr Robert Scott, was a builder in the very early days of the colony, and owned the first pottery works built in Queensland. Her husband, who predeceased her many years ago, was an old officer of the Lands Department, and one of the earliest surveyors. He was one of the surveyors of the dividing line between New South Wales and Queensland at the time of Seperation.
The deceased lady leaves a grown up family – Messrs G.E.L. Watson (Victoria) and E.T. Watson (Windsor), and Mesdammes, J.T. Moore (Bowen) and E. Horden (Wellington Point) and Miss M. Watson