How many of you know that Monroe City Transit system is the nation’s oldest publicly owned transportation system? It was founded in 1906 and was the second city in the nation to begin using streetcars as public transit! And as you may have imagined, it caused an issue or two.
In addition to dodging horses, new-fangled automobiles, trains and pedestrians…now the elderly of Monroe, Louisiana had to contend with the streetcars and their routes! Occasionally the two worlds collided with disastrous results.
Eighty year-old Mrs. ME Thompson was attempting to cross the tracks of the street car at the intersection of Second and Washington Street when she was struck by Streetcar # 20. Mrs. Thompson was really deaf and didn’t see too good either. Witnesses said she looked in the direction of the train depot but did not look back in the direction that the streetcar was approaching from. She also did not hear the warning gong from the streetcar. She was struck and fell away from the streetcar in such a manner that it did not pass over her legs.
The pitiful lady was immediately rushed to a nearby residence and doctors were brought in to examine her. Her wrist was broken and she had internal injuries as well as a nasty knot on her head. It was thought that her injuries were survivable…but that was not to be. Aged Mrs. Thompson was just too old and frail and passed away on the afternoon of May 4, 1911. She had lingered for around 3 days after the accident.
There was some dispute about whether the motormen’s attempts to help Mrs. Thompson had actually helped her, or hastened her demise. A motorman Pritchard spied the elderly woman and threw on the brakes, he ran to the front of the streetcar and essentially grabbed her to get her out of the way. While the local newspapers praised this action, the Thompson family felt that he had acted in haste and had tossed their beloved grandmother away from the streetcar which caused her to fall harder and have more injuries. I sort of doubt he did anything that made it any worse than getting solidly hit by the streetcar would have done.
A letter to the editor expresses the opinion of the granddaughters:
“We, as the granddaughters of Mrs. ME Thompson (deceased) wish to correct an error in the card of thanks in regard to the death of our dear grandmother who was killed by one of the city street cars. Of course we thank our friends and acquaintances for their kindness and sympathy during our sad hours, and also wish to express our thanks for the many beautiful flowers, but when it comes to thanking the city for something which we feel is a murderous outrage, we don’t join in with our relatives in doing any such thing.” Signed, Mrs. Charles H. Byrd, Mrs. Clara G. Brusch.
The city did not respond and that was as close to social media as they could get in those days! The last street car rolled down Lee Avenue in 1938, replaced with buses due to the need for more routes and extended routes.
So as I was looking for more articles about this incident, I came across another occurrence from 1898 Monroe with similar names. After studying the names and dates, I am convinced that these folks were not related…just a peculiar coincidence!
On February 7, 1898, John Pritchard did not turn up for dinner at his sister’s house. She didn’t worry too much as he had been feeling bad and she figured he may have decided to stay home. Later she sent one of her kids out to check on him, the kid reported back to him mom that his uncle’s house was locked up tight and nobody was answering the door. Later his sister who happened to be named Mrs. Thompson went to go see for herself…and found John Pritchard dead. By all appearances he had gotten in his bed clothes and laid down for the night. He had apparently taken a pretty large dose of morphine before bed but that wasn’t unusual for John Pritchard. You see, John had lost his leg in a railroad accident and had pretty severe chronic pain. But John had had a recent run of bad luck, including losing his boat when it sank. So the first coroner to arrive on the scene declared it an absolute case of suicide. However, John Pritchard’s doctor arrived a few minutes later. He took a look at the scene and stated that it was heart failure! John had been dealing with (what we now know) as congestive heart failure. The morphine was also used to control his chest pains. Whatever the cause, John Pritchard’s heart stopped beating that night.
Try as I might, I haven’t found any indication of where he ended up buried! He had only recently moved from Mississippi to be closer to his sister…I feel like it’s possible he was taken back there. Or perhaps he is in the same hallowed ground that Mrs ME Thompson is, without a marker. Either way, we can only hope that all the Pritchard’s and all the Thompsons of Monroe, Louisiana are resting peacefully.