Ruth Gallahar Timmons

Memorial services for Omah Ruth Gallahar Timmons, 93, of Yukon, formerly of Ada are 1:00 p.m. Saturday at the Asbury United Methodist Church, Rev. Travis Muse will officiate.

Mrs. Timmons passed away Wednesday, April 11, 2018 at a Yukon nursing home. She was born November 13, 1924 at Hickory, OK to Corbett Landis and Mabel Thelma "Willie" Clayton Smith. She attended Hickory grade school and graduated from Sulphur High School. She also attended East Central State College.

She married Bailey Gallahar in 1943. He preceded her in death in 1977. She later married Elbert Timmons. He preceded her in death. Mrs. Timmons was a bookkeeper for C. R. Anthony Store, J. C. Penney Dept. Store and Arrow Pump in Ada.

She was a longtime member of Asbury United Methodist Church, where she taught various Sunday School Classes for many years, taught Methodist Youth Groups, was a choir member and served on a Board at Asbury. She also participated in Mission Trips to Mexico.

Mrs. Timmons was a member of the Order of Eastern Star and a Girl Scout Leader. She was a writer of poetry, memoirs, book reviews, and often read to elementary school classes. She loved blue grass festivals, where she often played harmonica for several different bands.

She loved quilting, painting, dancing, gardening and singing.

Ruth was passionate about fishing and motorcyles, even making two cross country motorcycle trips. She was a nature lover and devoted grandmother, often taking all of them for rides in her old station wagon and wading with them in her beloved park at Sulphur.

Survivors include her six children, Linda Gallahar of Tulsa, Frances Quiring of Fairview, Cathy Jared of Yukon, Joe Gallahar of Stillwater, Becky O'Dell of Oklahoma City, and Gaye Jared of Ada; 12 grandchildren; and numerous great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by her parents; her husbands, Bailey and Elbert; a stillborn son, Mitchell Kent; a grandson, Daniel Jared; and four brothers, Corbett Landis Smith, Jr., Bill Smith, Gene Smith and Dwight Smith.

The family says those who wish may make memorials to the Asbury Food Pantry, c/o Asbury United Methodist Church, 508 W. 6 ^th , Ada, OK 74820.

Following are remembrances from some of her grandchildren:

Kelly O'Dell Park is with Darren Park .

April 11 at 3:51pm ·

My Grandma Ruth told us lots stories. And to this day, I'm not exactly sure which of the tales I remember are hers and which ones are Little House on the Prairie episodes. My kid brain mashed them all together into a narrative starring my great grandfather as Pa and Grandma as Laura. Except this Laura was a little boy crazy and was exceedingly proud of her legs.

I like that I don't know for sure. It gives her early days a pioneer-superhero mystique I think she'd enjoy.

The little things are what I never want to embellish. The smell of Zest bar soap in her bathroom, the taste of the carrots from her garden, and the way she would sample raw meatloaf to check the seasoning. And her nails, long and filed and painted, like she was going on a date every night. I'd forgotten about those nails until just now.

Ruth's grandkids got showered with all her best stuff. The stories, the songs, the talks, the breakneck rides in the back of her station wagon--and so much love.

And I hope she's pleased with that legacy. I hope she's so proud of who she was for us. Because it was more than enough. It was everything.

Love you, Grandma. Be happy, be well, be whole.

Brooke Carter added 3 new photos .

April 11 at 10:37pm ·

So what do I say? You know. When it's all over.
When reality doesn't seem real and there's a thick blanket of fog covering your emotions. What do I talk about?

Do I talk about the blonde Tina Turner wig in her closet kind of "wigged" me out or how the porcelain owl that held the bath/wash room door open always seemed to be watching me?
Or maybe her jewelry box that sat on a white doily full of rings that I'd line up and down my fingers and wiggle them so they would twinkle.
Maybe I should talk about the antique gum ball machine or maybe how her hose always lined the bathtub.
How about her painting room with the big dip in the floor? If you'd go running through it would shake it just as an earthquake. That little room is where she kept her paint brushes in cups and mugs. I'd pick through every one of those brushes and rub the bristles on the palms of my hands until it tickled and itched.
Maybe I should tell you how I remember the trains faint horn blowing in the middle of the night. It would pull me out of a deep sleep to watch the street light filling the bedroom with shadows crawling up the walls. All of which vanished as morning light would take its place and I would wake to the smell of coffee and both Grandmas sitting on the white porch swing. It seems I can still hear the sound of the air conditioner kicking on in the summer time.. That little house was a wonderland to me.
Or maybe we should really get down to business and talk about that one of a kind PB&J she'd make for me when we'd finally arrive at her house late on a Friday night. Or the sound of bacon popping in the skillet of a morning and the mound of ketchup her and I would put on our sausage patties.
Oh, but her contagious laugh, unforgettable. It would make you smile ear to ear.
And her stories before bed she would tell upon request. I always loved her silky gowns.
So perhaps her harmonica? The family reunions to Sulphur? That awful water you had to taste because it would keep you healthy. The station wagon? Countless road trips.. I can't, there just isn't enough, I just don't have it in me maybe?

My heart is just in pieces.

I had 3 women (4 including my sister) in my early childhood that were my entire small world. My mom, my grandma and my grandma Ruth.
They are every reason I am who I am.
Every memory that I can recall as a young child they are a part of.. and today we had to let the big man upstairs have one. My Grandma Ruth.

I hope she feels peace and love. I hope she's happy to see a brother, mother and father, husband, child, any one she's ever had to say goodbye to.. and I hope she knew how wonderful she was and what an impact she made on the lives of every single member of our family.

Rest now, Grandma. Better yet take a spin around the dance floor. ❤️ I love you so much that today it just flat out hurts.

Kerri Brewer

April 11 at 8:58pm ·

Heaven gained an angel today. She was rare and raw and full of life and love. Grandma Ruth was loved by everyone she met. At 93, she still played her harmonica on her good days. I was blessed to have received her love. Grandma took her grandkids (there are a lot of us) on adventures to Sulphur to look for rocks or catch crawdads, she'd drive us down Main St to "look" for boys as we ducked in the station wagon. Man, I loved that car! She let us "cook" in her kitchen using whatever we wanted, and she always let me and Jess play dress up in her robes. Grandma loved to fish, dance, play music, sing, travel, cook, paint, and tell stories. Other than cooking and telling stories (I can't remember anything) we had a lot in common. My best memories are at her house with my cousin, Jessica. ❤ If you were lucky enough to meet her, consider yourself blessed. I miss you already, Grandma!

Corrie Baker

Last November we lost my dad's mom; yesterday my mom's mom went to be with Jesus. I will always remember her for her tenacious spirit, her ability to make anyone feel special, and her love of all things fun. So many lovely memories. She always called herself the black sheep of her family, but she loved the Lord and her faith was evident. Yesterday she found that even black sheep are cherished by their shepherd, and for the first time is really knowing unconditional love, all shame and fear gone forever. I wish I were there, too. Love you, Grandma Ruth. Until He comes.