A Tribute to Alma Lewallen

“Love is supreme and unconditional. Like is nice but limited.” ~ Duke Ellington

This quote describes the Alma Lewallen that I know and love. Love is supreme and unconditional, was what this beautiful woman did and taught to everyone she met. Alma gave everything of herself to her family, children, grand-children,  great-grands, and she did not stop there. Proudly, I can attest that Alma Lewallen is one of those who drew her circle of love and protection, not just around herself and family, but around many, many more.

I met this dear, loving woman through that worldly connection of Facebook almost 3 years ago. Her name had come across my page as ‘someone you might know’. I recognized her name as someone I possibly did know from our church, but I had never met being as we are so far apart. Having said that, I knew that if she was from church, then I knew that we would have much in-common and could be friends.  I was game to find out, and sent off a request for friendship with a message stating who I was. She wasted no time in accepting our friendship and replying back to me.

It did not take long for Alma and I to discover just how much we have in-common. Those first few months of becoming acquainted flew by nightly. Yes, nightly we would find each other on chat to reminisce our childhoods, our fondness with farm life, and console each other of our concerns for our children. We were good at soothing each other’s souls to combat those sleepless nights.

It was through these short, early months that Alma and I, though at this point having never met physically, became fast friends. It was not long after that, that we completely trusted each other with our pains, fears and sufferings. Our friendship then graduating to the highest level, Sister’s of Heart.

Alma Lewallen was an easy God-fearing woman to love. She kept her life simple and stayed steadfast with her beliefs. She placed her God in all her life. She exemplified His love to everyone. Unlike most, Alma’s family was not a priority, it was everything to her, and she made it known to all.

Despite Alma’s husband, Victor, being gone since Jan. of ’88. She spoke often of her undying love and honor of her beloved. She set a living example that true love never dies. The passionate stories she told of them playing Blue Grass music from town to town inspired my oldest son, George to nick-name her ‘Mama Blue Grass’.

Alma Lewallen dancing with Bill Monroe (The Father of Blue Grass Music) at one of the gig's that Victor and Alma played at.

Alma Lewallen dancing with Bill Monroe (The Father of Blue Grass Music) at one of the gig’s that Victor and Alma played at.

Now does it not speak volumes of this ol’ woman! She can be so ‘hip’ to be able to steal the heart of her “Good-night George” at the time! Right to the end they would keep tabs on each other via Facebook and at our annual fall meeting in a hotel room, in TN when we would travel. We would all cram in a room and they would play their guitars for each other. Near the end, he even wrote and sang her a song and sent it to her through Facebook.

Our Alma, she did it all! A loving daughter, sister and twin, wife, mother, grand-mother and great-grand, and friend. Her passionate talents gave more expression of her love through singing, guitar picking, and poetry writing of Say’ins:

“My Sayins……….Dear MOM. ………..our Dear Sweet Mother . She Was the back bone of us all Never could have been another. I always wanted to be just like her. She Was caring, loving, and giving With us Always There. Hard times were always around and Depend on mother we could she kept all sound. We all had to do our share. Working Doing chores kept the cupboard from being bare. When Chores were done Bed time close by. We popped popcorn and played Games with Mom and Daddy this was our tie. Watchin the wood in fire place burning fast. Our bed time is here at last. Dad covered over left coals with ash.”

~ Alma Lewallen

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My Dearest Sister in Heart,

You did become your mother and far, far more!  You showed your family, friends and all your loved ones endlessly how to love unconditionally, not to just like with limits. You showed us all through physical acts of compassion, through music, writing, listening and watching intently. You kept your focus right to the end, and you gave us hope. I know,  I have been watching you. Though many miles apart, and in little time, you taught me much. Dear Alma, Sister in Heart, I wanna be just like you.

With much love your family from The Heart of the BottomsUp 2/3 Acre

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More Sayin’s by Alma here: https://mammyoaklee.wordpress.com/2011/09/20/sayins-by-alma/

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About Mammy Oaklee

A wife, mother, grand-mother, farmer and wrinkly ol' writer, who's finally got some roots planted in 'The Heart of the BottomsUP 2/3 Acre.' A born and raised city-chick, who found many'a smiles where her heart had always longed to be, in the country. Digging in as close to the beginning of creations, and finding wonderment with a smile. I live my life as a rollar-coaster adventure, and always adding new dreams as old ones are full-filled. Of course, I write about it all!
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One Response to A Tribute to Alma Lewallen

  1. Pat Westbrook says:

    5 stars is not near high enough for this one, more like a 10! Thank you for expressing so eloquently the deep love that runs deeper and more passionately than a passing friendship.

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