Alice Huffman

Alice “Monroe” Huffman, loving mother of five children, nanny, daughter, sister, aunt, and friend, peacefully entered into the presence of her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Sunday, July 5th, 2020 at the age of 87. She passed in the loving arms of her nurse Rebeccah, who is also her granddaughter.

Alice was born on December 5, 1932 to Frank and Mabel Monroe. She married Gene Alton Huffman on May 27, 1950. They shared many adventures during their marriage and had five wonderful children who meant the world to them. Alice loved the Lord and her family. When her children were young, she always got them ready and took them to Sunday school! She was a dedicated farmer’s wife and tirelessly cooked many hot meals which she served in the fields. Her house was always clean and her yard manicured. She never complained about hard work and her family will surely miss her homemade noodles and sweet rolls.

Alice was a longtime member of Fairlawn Church of Christ. She had a servant’s heart and showed this through her travels to Honduras on church mission trips, as well as being a volunteer at Ball Memorial Hospital. Alice loved to read and do crossword puzzles in her free time. She had a love for Palominos, Welsh Corgis (Dylan, Molly, Eli & Gypsy to name a few) and was great at banding horses’ manes.

She is survived by her son David (Renee) Huffman, daughter Cynthia (Paul) Whitehair, and daughter Stephanie (Jay) Wilson, grandchildren Heather Oakley (Brian), Rebeccah Garza (Tom), Bill Whitehair, Ali Whitehair Thomas (Aaron), David Whitehair (Kyla), Jessie Whittenburg (Jake), Hannah Walker, Chandlier Wilson and Jayson Wilson, great-grandchildren Kaitlyn Oakley, Caleb Oakley, Loryn Whittenburg, Hollis Whittenburg, Tyler Garza, Trent Garza, Trevor Garza, Jaxon Whitehair, Harper Whitehair, Aurelie Thomas, Alton Thomas and Serenity Wilson, as well as two siblings, nieces, nephews and cousins.

She is reunited in heaven with her loving husband Gene, son William Otis, daughter Paula Ann, among many others.

A private family memorial will be held on Saturday, July 11, 2020 at 7:00pm at her granddaughter’s home in Eaton, IN.

Memorial donations may be made to Schultz Lewis Children’s Home or Muncie Mission.

Flowers and condolences can be sent to:
16500 N CR 550 East
Eaton, IN 47338

So God Made a Farmer’s Wife – written by Sierra Shea

And on the 9th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “Oh dear, the farmer is going to need help.” So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody who will get up before dawn, make breakfast, work all day in the kitchen, bank, school or alongside her farmer and then come home to fix supper and wash up the dishes.” So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with their newborn son. And watch him grow. Then pray each morning and teach her children to say, ‘please and thank you.’ I need somebody who can make a fried-egg sandwich, stretch a paycheck or thicken soup, who can clean her house with vinegar, baking soda and hot water. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish her forty-hour week on Friday, then, join her farmer in the field for another two days, six meals and five loads of laundry.” So God made a farmer’s wife.

God had to have somebody willing to work in town for “the insurance,” to care for the calves, sheep and hens during harvest and spend her weekends working to get the hay in at double speed ahead of the rain clouds. And, keep working at it alone, when the farmer goes off to help the neighbor when she sees first the first smoke. So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to plant trees and heave bales, to co-sign a loan for half a million with steady hands, yet gentle enough to tame show lambs and raise kids and calm the farmer when he’s upset over higher rent or lower corn, who will stop her work for an hour to talk on the phone to her neighbor who just found out her mother is sick. Somebody who could cook and clean and not cut corners. Somebody to wash, dry, iron, tidy, feed, rake, water, drive, check the homework and pack the lunch bags and remember the basketball schedule and replenish the refrigerator and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile ride to church.”

Somebody who’d sew a family together with the soft strong stitches of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh and then reply, with smiling eyes, when her daughter says she wants to spend her life “doing what mom does.” So God made a farmer’s wife.