This memorial website was created in the memory of our beloved mother, Alberta Showalter-Witzgall, 83, born on July 3, 1930 and passed away on October 2, 2013. She was the crown jewel of our lives, the embodiment of love and compassion, a creative force in this world and we will forever miss her.
(Donations can be sent, in loving memory of Alberta, to:
The Annapolis SPCA and Hospice of the Chesapeake)
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Love
Blessings for your mother Pamela. She must have been truly an amazing person to have guided such an incredible daughter into the world. Surely, her spirit lives through you and your siblings. Blessings to you also always. . . kerry
I miss you and think of you often. My life has kept me very busy in recent years. Living far away, going to school, and having a child have made for a full life. So full that I regret not seeing you more. I have so many wonderful memories of you. Your beauty and kindness. Your nurturing and love. Your art. I've always loved your art. Your wildness and soft loving eyes. Your laughter. Your infectious laughter. I think fondly of our family laughing hysterically at the dinner table until we cried. I wish I could have another day, another year, another lifetime to laugh with you. To hold your hand and feel your unconditional love and support. You were the best grandmother I could imagine. I will love you always. Wherever you are I hope you are at peace and surrounded by love.
Love Always,
Leah
Sending lots of love to you and your family, as you celebrate the life of your beloved mother... My thoughts are with you....
Happy Birthday to Pamela's mom!
The fire erupted when she witnessed injustice, as well as when personally disrespected, and she could be intense when so incensed. Yet an opposite quality emerged when her funny bone was tickled, as characterized best when she, and her equally vulnerable daughters and granddaughter, erupted into a veritable storm of hysterical laughter over some amusing moment. At such times, those of us not so genetically disposed, would sit in wonder at the cacophony of high-pitched hysterically funny screams and eye-watering laughter, that left them doubled up in glee -- each crescendo of giggles triggering a yet louder burst of laughter.
Then too, Bertie was prone to emit cute little moans and sighs at various times -- a gentle purring that forever endeared her to me. As did her frequent generosity, ever present in so many ways, and most regularly manifest at table, when she would lovingly ply us with a robust abundance of food.
I was also grateful for the rare moments when she provided some family adhesiveness, as it were. I speak of times when Joanne, my wife and her daughter, would be upset with me -- always with ample justification, of course. Joanne might then complain to her mother, whom she called regularly, so great was her love for her, of my insensitive behavior. (Sorry Joanne!) Alberta, as Joanne relayed to me later, would suggest she be patient, that perhaps I wasn’t altogether so bad, that for the most part she probably had a good thing in me, and in so doing, temper my dear wife’s ire. Thanks, Alberta. I really needed that -- still do, in fact. In similar fashion, she often acted as peacemaker when other small family conflicts arose, as they will invariably do in families, smoothing the path to an easy resolution.
It was with unspeakable sadness and dismay that I witnessed Alberta’s decline from the ravages of her illness. That such a stout soul should be so reduced strikes me as a travesty. During that process I was able to wonder at the love she had so clearly instilled in her family, whose steadfast support of her, love for her was so manifest as she steadily declined -- ample testament to her and their capacity for love.
We add our blessings and send our love...
Much love,
Dave and Brittany
The love, joy, compassion, intelligence, gentleness and often serenity that I have seen in Pamela were obviously passed on to her by this wonderful woman and mother. May Alberta's way now be blessed by light and love from all those who loved her and her beautiful children.
We all share in your loss of this beautiful soul who you called mother. May the candle of her soul continue to burn brightly.
[please read this and the 2 messages following in reverse order - too long to include in one message.]
With love, Kathryn
Many blessings through this difficult time....
Caroline
Sending you and your family waves of warm hugs,
Love always,
Monique & the Evers boys
Kurt and Sarnai
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Such moments - much missed.
Love
"It wanted to be a banana"
About 2 years ago, Alberta was giving Pamela and me a guided tour through her art studio. She showed us over 50 paintings, and it was as if she were seeing things she had never seen before in each one. As we asked her what various objects, people and poses were, her first response was, "What do you think it is?" We began to play with our projections, and Alberta started asking herself questions and exploring new meanings in her wildly creative works. She often painted her dreams, and we were gently swept into that dream world. Alberta was currently working on a pencil drawing, which was evolving as we spoke. She pointed at the top of a bed she had drawn, and then pointed to a banana, which had been a pillow the day before. When we asked what inspired the change to a banana, Alberta matter-of-factly replied, "It wanted to be a banana." Perfect.
Alberta and Lee in Alaska 1950ish
Posted for Lee Showalter:
"Here is a bit of history of Steamboat Alice, and a picture
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_steamboats_on_the_Yukon_River
This is "Alice", the one your mother worked on for one cruise from Nenana, AK to Fort Yukon, AK.
Follow the map from Nenana to Tanana (on the Tanana River) then onto the Yukon River
The Alice pushed loaded barges with supplies for the Inuits in their many villages along the Yukon River.
Somewhere in all the photos, there should be a picture of a totem pole at Fort Yukon taken by your mother."
Love to all, Dad
Alberta and Jordon
Alberta's brother, our beloved uncle Jordon, was a constant in her life. You can't miss the affection between them in any of their photos.
I know in recent years, they would speak on the phone almost daily. Both artists, and passionate about their art, politics, human and animal rights.
Jordon's art took a different road than Alberta's. I can only imagine the many conversations they must have had about their art.
Jordon passed away only months before Alberta, on June 20th, 2013.
We have set up a memorial to Jordon on this site as well. Please go to:
http://www.forevermissed.com/jordon-meinster/#about
He, too, leaves behind a vast collection of paintings. Please see this link if you'd like to see Jordon's art:
http://jordonmeinsterart.com/index.html