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Not Listed - 2024
 Ruth Rimmer Lewis, 81, of Huntington, WV, passed away on Thursday, December 19, 2024, at Cabell Huntington Hospital. Funeral services will be conducted at 2 p.m. Friday, December 27, 2024, at Wallace Funeral Home and Chapel, Barboursville. A graveside burial will be held in Ridgelawn Memorial Park, Huntington, immediately following the service. She was the daughter of the late Roy A. and Edith Johnson Rimmer and grew up in Barboursville, WV, where she attended school and graduated from Barboursville High School in 1961. She was immensely proud of her school and made lifetime friendships with numerous classmates that she cherished until her final day. She graduated from the Huntington College of Business and shortly after began her longtime career at INCO Alloy International, where she retired after 34 years of service. While at INCO, she made numerous “forever” friends with a wonderful group of ladies, that became like family, that she treasured until the end. She was a member of St. Joseph’s Catholic Church where she continued her spiritual growth through the inspirational teachings of Father Luciana. She worked extremely hard throughout her career but always made time for others. One of her greatest joys was her Blue Bird and later Girl Scout Troop that she led along with two other wonderful ladies. She loved her troop of girls and took them on many adventures and continued to follow many of their lives as they grew into strong beautiful women. But her number one passion in life was her daughter, Jamie, who will forever be eternally grateful for all the love she gave her, and the compassion and strength that she taught her. She was preceded in death by her brothers and sister-in-law, Albert and Laura Marie Rimmer, Bob and Lois Rimmer, Harry Rimmer; and three sisters and brother-in-law, Joyce and Scott McCormick, Juanita and Stacy Jeffrey, and Juanema Warden. She is survived by one daughter, Jamie Chuparkoff of Clearwater, FL, and one sister, Mary Jane Rimmer. A special thank you to Ann (Rimmer) Guinn for all the love and support you provided, and to Jim Jeffrey and Scott Alan Rimmer for always being there for her. And a special message to James Christopher Leslie, although your time together was short, she loved you and will rest in peace knowing that her daughter will be loved and cared for by such an amazing human being. Visitation will be from 1 to 2 p.m. Friday prior to the service. Online condolences may be expressed to the family at www.timeformemory.com/wallace. |
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There are currently 5 condolences.
Isabelle Conti
Thursday December 26, 2024 at
1:02 PM
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Jamie,
I am sorry for your loss and will keep you in my prayers.
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DavidThompson
Lthomp43@aol.com
Wednesday December 25, 2024 at
5:59 AM
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Ruth was such a kind and loving friend. She had a way about her that made one feel special. She made herself a lifelong friend to many of the Barboursville students. Ruth was a beautiful majorette and a lovely person inside and out.
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Ruth Lambert
Tuesday December 24, 2024 at
11:19 AM
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Dear Jaime and Mary Jane I know you miss her so much. God bless you and the family.
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Bert Grant Landau
Tuesday December 24, 2024 at
8:22 AM
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A recent message I wrote to Ruth, about Ruth in high school:
I was thinking about writing to you about my earliest impression of you. I’ve never shared them with anyone or written about them before so I’m searching for the right words to tell you not just what I saw but the way they made me feel. Don’t worry; it’s good stuff. But the words and description sometimes falter.
One day in class [at least I think it was the English classroom] I glanced over at a girl who was looking out the window at the suddenness of Spring in the blooming trees by the window. The girl was totally absorbed with either her own thoughts or with the beauty right outside the window. She was sitting erect in her chair; back straight and head held high…..just lost in whatever she was seeing. Or thinking. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a dress….not a shirt and blouse. She quickly glanced back at the rest of the room, her gaze sweeping past me without noticing that I was staring at her.
In that one quick glance that moved so quickly past me, she forever changed me. I fell in love in the space of a heartbeat. She was a pretty girl. I knew that. She was a ‘nice girl.’ I knew that, too. Even though I knew she was pretty, as I watched her, I suddenly knew I was seeing the most exquisitely beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. How could anything be that incredibly, heartbreakingly stunning? And, yes, I was stunned. She smiled faintly at something unseen and unspoken and the smile showed in her eyes. I remembered the warm brown eyes and the way her smile or laugh echoed in those eyes. I didn’t really know much about her. She didn’t know much about me. There was nothing sexual about how she looked to me or how I felt about her. But there was the promise of what she would be some time off in the near future. It sent shivers down my spine.
I knew that, sometime soon, the spell would be broken and she would not be sitting there like a ephemeral dream. She would revert to being a very pretty, very nice girl that I knew…..faintly. But – and she probably would never know this – she had the capacity to be achingly beautiful. And probably had no idea of it. Sometimes or someday, she could take your breath away, I thought. This was a dangerous woman – or nearly woman.
It’s too bad I had no camera. And lack the ability to transform memories into paintings. But I have seen other artists trying to capture the same innocent beauty that stole my heart ever so easily and took my breath away that day. She presented an eternal image that has often been the subject of the painter’s eye. In each painting of a very similar scene, I search for traces of that same girl I knew so long ago. They are there; each of the artists that attempted to catch that image saw the same thing. Each time, the girl is sitting, looking at something far in the distance or maybe just lost in thought. She’s in profile most of the time but not always. The unconscious almost ethereal beauty of the image is something that must have haunted each of us, the artists and me.
I suspect that it represents many complex aspects of people and relationships. Mine always centers on the innocence and magnificent emerging beauty of youth, before the trials and travails of life and living that are yet to come. I have such trouble describing what I saw so clearly that day but the analogy must be in a perfect rose, just as it begins to open, completely unaware of the magnificence it provides so freely to any who gaze upon it. It somehow comforts me that so many artists have wrestled with capturing the same thing. I write about it – poorly – they struggled with paint and canvas.
You, of course, were the girl that I saw that day. Seeing you so gloriously beautiful was an awakening of sorts to me that there are so many beautiful things in the world that remain unseen or unrecognized unless you look for them. So…..many, many years later, I wish to thank you for showing me your beauty, even unconsciously, and awakening me to the existence of the beauty around me. The image haunts me still. I treasure it.
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Joan Reed McCoy
trigger9966@aol.com
Monday December 23, 2024 at
3:56 PM
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So sorry, I went to school with Ruth and remember her as a very sweet girl. I had a few classes with her.
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