My dad was Arthur Holland and one of the

  stories I remember most was the one when

  him and my mom went to get married.  They

  had the wedding planned and just before the

  wedding he made a trip home, my mother

  assumed it was to tell his mother and family

  of the wedding.  He was in the service and

  my mom thought that he was the same age

  as her, until the day of the wedding. When

  the Justice of the Peace ask their age my mom

  said 23 and then turned to my dad, who pulled

  a permission form from his mom and said 20.

  He had made the trip home to get his mothers

  permission to get married since he was under 21. 

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I am "Esther Holland Horton", I am number 11, in the line up

of 16. I have many stories of my dad and mom. The one

that sticks to my mind is when was about 5 or 6 years old.

Every morning in the dead of winter, Boy cold days they

where, mom would yell up stairs get up, your dad needs

a push,. We reluctantly got up put on our coats and out

the door we went to push daddy’s old model car till it

would start. Then daddy would yell back I’ll save you

something from my lunch pail. Something he did anyway,

The secret was to be the first one to greet him to get the

treat he had for one of us. With a chuckle he would hand

over his lunch pail and guide me to the house to eat my

treat. Boy was it good. OH how those memories do feel

like yesterday for me.

Grandma Violet Holland's 8 pt Buck

As the story was told to me and correct me if I mess any

part of it up. Howard Johnson and some of the older boys

were going hunting and Grandma Violet told them they didn't

need to go in to the woods that she knew where the deer

were. They went anyway. She was sitting on the porch on

old metal high chair, pealing potatoes with her trusty 12 gage

beside her. Some of the younger kids were waiting for the

bus when they heard a Boom Boom. They ran back to the

house to see what had happened and Grandma told them that

the could go to school they had clean deer. Nice 8 pt in the

field across from the porch. Howard and the guys came empty

handed and she showed them the trophy that she had bagged

and from then on they just hunted where she told them on

the property, where the deer crossed the road.

    Violet Hogan Holland, Believed that her kids go to

  school and get an education and she also believe that

  they should be kids  and have fun.  However I am sure

   that some of the kinds of thing that the kids did for fun

   would not meet with her approval if she knew what

they had done.  I have heard a few stories how and

would love to hear more about sending me more so I

can share them with the rest of the family.

  Does any one remeber the time Chuck Holland

  and Howie Holland had to go chop wood and

  some how Howie lost a finger???

  While living in Little Valley, NY, not far from the prison, one of

   the older sisters was keeping an eye on the younger ones while

   their mom and Howard were out.   As it was the news announced

   that a prisoner had escaped.  She heard a noise out side ran and

   got the gun,  then a noise outside the kitchen window.  She know

   she had to defend the little ones and so took aim and fired right

   through the window when she say something move.  Well she didn't

  get a prisoner and the blow to the cows head was not fatal.

  I bet he never tried to stick his head in the kitchen window again.

  Any Idea which Holland girls this was? Let me know.

How many of the Holland Kids remember when

their mother (Violet) took her one and only

one driving lesson.  It was in a big  Ford and she

could hardly reach the peddles.  She was getting

ready to turn into the driveway and instead of the

brake hit the gas, missed the drive way over a

ditch through the yard and right smack into the

side of the house next to the porch were the kids

were standing watching her learn to drive.  Thank

heavens no one was hurt and the car survived also.

  The only real advantage to living on

  a hill was being able to pour buckets

of water from the well down it in the

winter time so that it would ice up

and the bus couldn't get up it to take

you to school.  Even if dad told us

not to -- to late we already did.

I guess the only other advantage

would be the fun we have sliding

down it in the winter time.

To bad Ella couldn't ride her new

sled, gee Jack what happen to it.

Probably the same thing that

happened to her bike a few yeqr

before you broke it.  Way to go Jack!!