Her
Daviet roots go back to Alsace-Lorraine, by way of
France to Larose, on Bayou Lafourche. Her father,
Louis Etienne Daviet, one of eight (including the
mother of Sr. M. Alphonsus), was an accountant,
later a banker, had stores that delivered daily up
and down the bayou, and was a leader in the local
church and community. He married Alice Guidroz,
whose roots were Swiss et al; Alice had one brother,
and eight sisters (one named Beatrice) all of
whom finished State Normal (later Northwestern)
becoming teachers.
Alice
and Louis Daviet named their only daughter, eldest
of four children, Alice Beatrice. Talent for music
and art came from both sides of the family. Beatrice
went to Larose School, and at fifteen with her
friend Stephanie Bouvier (Sr. M. Monica) to
Dominican College. After one year she joined the
sisters; asked to choose between music, at which she
was accomplished, and classroom teaching, she chose
the classroom, and never looked back. She
distinguished
herself
as a teacher for 56 years.
At the Vespers service, Mary C.
Daniel, OP, told of Beatrice at chapter meeting,
arguing strongly for her side of an issue, and later
informing Mary that she had decided after much
thought to yield, because she was called to keep up
with the times.
Others spoke of how faithful she
remained to her students. The daily
paper
omitted the death notice for the June 16 service,
but the motherhouse chapel was filled with devoted
former students, in addition to sisters and family.
“Everybody called everybody,” one woman
explained. Red roses from three Graugnard sisters,
all students of Sr. Bea at Dominican College,
decorated the photo exhibit tracing her life of 94
years. Generous offerings came for the sisters’
retirement fund, as Sister requested in her
meticulous arrangements. She had composed her
obituary, determined that it be a modest account.
Charlotte Lozes Todd, DHS ‘33,
recalled that a young Sr. Beatrice had her high
school English class present “Thanatopsis” as a
drama, after being advised it could not be done.
The production was hailed as a great success, even
by the naysayers.
“Sister will always be a part of
my life. She taught our class ‘The Hound of
Heaven.’ I can never forget. I know heaven is more
beautiful because of her.” --Nora “Peck” G.
Abadie, DHS ’38
“Sister Mary Beatrice so
enriched my life my four years of college at
Dominican. She was a sweet and loving person and I
loved her with all my heart. We were very close;
none of us will ever forget her,” --Nathalie
Winter Willig, BA ’45.
“She inspired me as an English
professor sixty-one years ago, and as a gentle,
loving influence on my life through all the years
since then” --Jane Warren Frick, BS ’46.
Simple people and intellectuals
were drawn to her:
“I’ve
known Sr. Beatrice for such a short time, but really
did take a great liking to her: a walking library!”
--Irene Roques Bourgeois
A sister who took all her major
courses under “everyone’s favorite teacher”
was disappointed upon reaching graduate school to
find that no one on the prestigious faculty was
equal to Sr. Beatrice.
Bea was at the heart of community,
writing the annals for many years. She loved the
writing, and only in 1996 after agonizing over the
decision, asked to be relieved because of her
health. She continued serving as coordinator of her
hall, taking the responsibility most seriously,
planning meetings, organizing birthday outings,
becoming “nurse” and “gopher” for sisters
who needed care, not yet ready for the infirmary.
She worked hard to do all things well.
Deep respect for her students
prompted her to active listening, and staff members
of the college paper, Veritas, remember her
being available after hours, taking a genuine
interest in whatever concerned her student. She was
sensitive to life’s contradictions, and had a well
of compassion for human suffering. She was a campus
minister before the term was coined. As frail and
unprepossessing as she was in physical stature, she
could be spellbinding on a topic that sparked her
enthusiasm.
To
say she was devoted to her teaching is an
understatement. Yet, after forty-one happy years
teaching at St. Mary’s Dominican College, where
she had begun as a student at age fifteen, she was
ready to accept the reality when the college closed
in its seventy-fifth year. She soon began with gusto
a new career in Alumnae Relations, continuing until
1994.
Beatrice loved people with
passion; they loved her in return. She was tenderly
devoted to her brothers and their families. She
brought passion to her politics, keeping up with the
news, interviewing candidates by phone. She was a
romantic: Dante with his Beatrice inspired her. She
herself inspired others. She was dignified, yet
playful. She spoke with her eyes, as well as with
words. She was a unique jewel, a lifelong learner, a
woman of prayer, a witness to her truth, and a true
Dominican.