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Phyllis Allard

October 25, 1928 – March 19, 2025

OBITUARY

 

Phyllis Webster Allard, 96, of Rogers died March 19, 2025, at Circle of Life Hospice in Bentonville, Ark. She was born Oct. 25, 1928, in McPherson, Kan., to Edith Needham Webster and Paul M. Webster.

 

She spent her first 10 years in Kansas and considered herself a Kansan. She moved with her family to Paragould, Ark., in 1939 and graduated from Paragould High School in 1946.

 

She became a Registered Nurse in 1949 after attending Wesley Hospital School of Nursing in Wichita, Kan. She married Denton R. Allard in 1949. He died in 1989.

 

An adventurous spirit, in her 40-year career as a Registered Nurse she worked in various hospitals and clinics in Kansas, Missouri, Arkansas, and Indiana, as well as Chicago and Boston. She served as a volunteer RN in Jamaica and the Philippines. She ended her professional career as an outreach librarian for the West Lafayette (Ind.) Public Library.

 

Survivors include two daughters, Mary M. Jungmann of Neosho, Missouri, and Roseann Hirschinger and husband, Jerry, of West Lafayette, Indiana; two sons, Denton Webster Allard and wife, Lisa, of Neosho, Missouri, and John Fredrick Allard of Avoca, and a brother, John B. Webster of Rogers. She leaves eight grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.

Twenty-five relatives and friends attended my sister Phyllis Webster Allard memorial gathering. Each offered a reflection on how she impacted their life. When in Chicago and Boston she was a part of the Order:Ecumenical. We ended with this poem from the Institute’s Circle of Life book:

 

 

LIFEPRINTS

When all is said and done,

What are we remembered for?

The gray or lost hairs?

The internal struggles?

The checks we write?

The accidents along the way?

No, if we are to be remembered at all,

It will be for the “lifeprints”

We leave upon the earth.

The lives we touch,

The things we grow,

The gifts given, our life bloods influence.

This should be the striving of any human –

To leave a lifeprint

Such that others

May see the caring,

Smell the blood,

and taste the calling

——– Jon Elizondo