Ronald D. Allman
November 8, 1941 ~ May 31, 2016
Ronald Allman, 74, Mooresville, passed away at 9:50 a.m., May 31, 2016 at Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. He was born at home, delivered by his Aunt Idella McGuire on November 8, 1941, in Kannapolis, North Carolina, to the late Barner J. Allman and Anna McGuire Allman.
He spent his early years in North Carolina and moved to Mooresville to live with his father at age 8. Mr. Allman graduated from Mooresville High School in 1960; the same year he started working at GM Truck and Bus in Indianapolis. Known as 'Herc” by his many friends, he retired after 32 years as a Machine Repairman and a member of the UAW.
Ron was a racer in his youth, drag racing a '55 Chevy he modified and built himself, and enjoyed watching sports and seeing classic automobiles. By far, his passion was playing pool--culminating in a runner up finish in the world 8 Ball Championship in 1992. Ron was blessed as a lung transplant recipient in 2001. In later years Ron became less social, but he never forgot the many friends made over his lifetime and spoke of them often.
He is survived by his children, Neal Allman (Anna) and Jane Yoder, both of Mooresville, Rondell Allman of Indianapolis; several grandchildren; a brother, James Allman of Nevada; a sister, Connie Allman of North Carolina; and several cousins from NC. He was preceded in death by another sister, Betty Sheets.
Services will begin at 3:30 p.m., Friday, June 3, 2016, in the chapel at Carlisle – Branson Funeral Service & Crematory, Mooresville. Visitation will be held from 1:30 until service time at the funeral home. Rev. Dennis Payton will officiate and burial will be in the Mooresville Cemetery. Visit www.CarlisleBranson.com to share a favorite memory or to sign the online guest registry.
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In his youth Ronnie came to North Carolina to spend most of the summer with his Mom and sister who were my neighbors. We had many adventures with other cousins who lived nearby. One summer when we were about 12 or 13, Ronnie and I decided we would visit our cousin, Tommy, who lived 7 miles from the McGuire house in Kannapolis. We had one full sized bike and two smaller 24 inchers to carry Ronnie, my brothers Hugh and David, and me. We also carried some fishing poles and tackle. Since I owned the big bike, Ronnie and Hugh were left with the smaller 24 inches bikes I carried little brother, David, in the front basket of my bike. In a car the trip was a good 10-15 minutes, but by bike it was about 4 hours and the return trip was even longer. We got to Tommy’s fished and caught a few minnows but all agreed that riding there on bikes was not well advised. Another of our adventures took place In some woods near Ronnie’s Mom’s house where we discovered some albino squirrels and decided there must be a market for these as pets. We set about building live traps and did catch 4 or 5 white squirrels. We were so proud, but the next day they were gone. Ronnie’s Mom had released them. We were never able to catch another white one. Ronnie and I invented a baseball game using the sloped roof of a shed at the McGuire house. One of us would throw the ball onto the roof and the other would bat the ball as it rolled off the roof. You could strike out, get hits or walks. We played games between the Dodgers (his team) and the Yankees (my team). We actually had very realistic scores and spent may hours of great fun.
Thank you SO MUCH for sharing those stories. I’ve never heard them, and love to hear! His Daughter, Jane
What I have of my Dad to share with you all……I should have so much more
I have so many things I wish I could say to my dad right now. I cant believe my stubborn ways prevented me from taking the time to tell him what I am about to say. My Dad was the single most important influence in my life as a young man. He had taught me so many of my Important values and beliefs. I always thought of my dad as my hero when I was little because he saved me from drowning in a pool and he jumped in fully clothed wallet and all. He taught me to work with tools and work on cars ahhh I love putting a shine on the 55 Bel Aire. Hanging in the garage and talking about politics women and sports. He made sure I acquired the ability to repair just about anything that breaks. He taught me how to operate a skillsaw and went to great lengths to make sure I understood how it could hurt me. ‘ I really think sticking his finger into the blade was not probably needed to get his point across but he insisted and had to go get stiches.’ He passed along the Allman charm and boyish good looks to me as well. I believe it is just in our genetics to entertain the ladies…. even my name was ejected right from his…..I owe that man so much for what time he put in taking care and helping me. Much more than he should have. I am so full of regret that I missed the chance to tell him in person and that is something my heart will carry so heavy my entire life. growing up in paragon til I was 8 my dad was my hero and I thought I just had to be the luckiest lil boy ever and he was my best friend. when my parents separated my life became a nightmare that I wound up waking up living in the middle of Haughville……wow haughville from paragon…..culture shock for sure, but my dad would take me to Indians games and ice cream or car shows something a couple times a month. My favorite thing was to do something extraordinary so that he would give you his proud look. I didn’t get that near enough in life but the ones I can remember warm my broken heart. Pops I never got a chance to say I am sorry nor the chance to get closure and now I have to let you go with so much debt in my heart. Peaceful rest Pops and I’m sure I will find you hustling in a pool hall on the other side……..I Love You Dad and forever I shall live with sorrow over these last years. Your Loving Son Rondell J. Allman