Charles Stephen Plauche'

Steve,
I am so glad that I our paths crossed and I got to know you and Emily. It was never a dull moment....
I will forever remember your signature late night line "just wet my ice a little !"

Rest easy

-M

My heart goes out to Steve's extended family and all who loved him. He never met a stranger and enjoyed being with people. He and I spent many a night watching (and critiquing) football as Liza fixed us a gourmet meal.....one of my favorite things to do in Natchez. Steve made you feel comfortable and welcome in his home. I will miss my friend.

Steve had a fine reputation in financial service and in the community as a whole. Deepest sympathy to his family in their loss.

My deepest condolences to Steve's family. Steve was loved by everyone at LCHS. He was a gentleman who always wore a smile.

I am honored to say I had the pleasure of working with Steve for the past few years, and want to offer my sincere condolences to his friends and family. Steve was a great man, and I always enjoyed speaking with him whenever I came to Natchez or on the phone. He will be dearly missed.

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.

Our sincerest condolences to Liza, Emily, Charlie, & Michael as well as Anne Marks & family at this sad loss of Steve. Charlie was a fraternity brother at LSU & I was an old friend of Susan's so got to know Steve early on. He always had me laughing with his funny comments & that's how I will remember him.

I am a Texas cousin of Steve. We were born two weeks apart, and visited often in our school days. But since Steve was 'older' and I was an inch taller, the label 'Upshot Youngster' was deemed fitting to describe his cousin.
Steve's love of horses was apparent when he was a child. We had an old gelding in a one-acre pen; Steve loved riding that horse. The animal was gentle, but prone being irritated by flies. Once Steve and brother Tony rode together, back to back. The horse stepped on a bee hive, and the bees responded by stinging Horse and riders.
Steve was in front, but the horse began to buck and kick, launching Tony onto the street. It was a hot summer day, and the asphalt pavement was recently applied. Tony's landing made a huge dent in the street, amazing all the kids in my 'hood. This was proof that my Lake Charles cousins could impact our town.
Back to Steve: He had bees in his hair, and lost the reins momentarily. But he managed to stay on top of the bucking beast. Eventually, the bees lost their way (or ran out of stingers). Steve was 9 or 10 at the time, as I recall. Like a conquering hero, he delivered the news of such a daring escapade to my parents at the dinner table.
Upon hearing all this, my Dad renamed the horse "Tony", which stuck for the rest of his days. I can't say if Steve gained any trust in horses from this event. But he surely grew to be admired by our family for his story-telling ability.
There is more: Steve showed us even then he could respond to challenging tasks. He made the best of each situation he faced, providing advice or comfort or just being there for his family.
When my brother Chris died suddenly in 1986, Steve reached out and called me to offer his concerns. We hadn't talked in years, but Steve's voice has immediate value. He realized the significance of that loss. I took solace in his words, and moreover, his caring actions.
Such a man as this will be missed. We who carry on cannot forget the joy, the laughter, the stories Steve both told and made.

My sincere sympathy to the Plauche family in the loss of Steve. Prayers for peace and comfort.

Just a true gentleman and friend who will be missed

My heartfelt condolence to Steve's family...Mary Edith Woosley