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Seat, the hub of commerce and activity for miles around. It ties into the rest of the country
reluctantly through Interstate Highway 80, which runs monotonously through this desolate part
of the West, having charted the shortest distance between Omaha and Salt Lake City. Such is
Rawlins, a town that could not have survived apart from its highway, isolated by its secret desire
to be left alone, the town where Maxine¶s mother, Kathryn²Kitty, or Kit, as was more
commonly known²came finally to rest.
Maxine was a tall, robust woman, with a ruddy, wind-burned look to her complexion.
But in spite of her years, her skin made her appear far younger. It was smooth and supple as
fine suede. I immediately knew that she was my cousin, the only child of my father¶s oldest
brother. She reminded me of all the other women cousins of my generation; something about her
body language and gestures gave her away. My parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins had
whispered among themselves that Maxine¶s birth-father was someone else, a married man or
some other unknown paramour and that Bill had only married her mother Kitty ³to give the
child a name.´ But there was no doubt in my mind that she carried the genes of the Holmes clan.
Bill and his mother Josie had given her their same dark brown eyes, offered as if by way of an
apology for her uncertain beginning.
I asked her to tell me about her mother. And the first thing she said was, ³My mother had
a hard life.´ Surprised by her stark and unequivocal pronouncement, I soon understood the truth
of what she said. Maxine told me that Kitty first moved to Wyoming after the war, leaving
Maxine in the care of her parents in Turon since she had no means of supporting a baby by
herself. In Wyoming she managed a boarding house in what was then called the µoil patch¶
during the boom of the era. She supported herself as best she could. Married three more times.
Divorced twice and widowed again.
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³None of them was any good,´ Maxine said brusquely in a deep-throated Western twang,
³Except the one who died. I remember him. He was always good to me. And to my mother.
He was killed working in the oil fields.´
Near the end of her life, Kitty took a lover. A married man. Maxine said he was a
prominent business man in the Rawlins community. They might have married except the man
was Catholic. So he could not seek a divorce from his wife who preferred being ³Missus So-
and-so´ to becoming the Ex-Missus So-and-so, even if it meant tolerating the knowledge that her
husband kept a woman on the side. Kitty kept a scrapbook during this final chapter in the story
of her life. At my request, Maxine dug around for it in the back bedroom and brought it out for
me to look through. It was filled with newspaper clippings and pictures of her last lover. She
was 63 years old when she died. Lung cancer took her, no doubt brought on by cigarettes and,
indirectly perhaps, by the eternal dust of the prairie. Maxine was her only child.
When asked what she knew of her father, she said, ³My mother would never allow Bill
Holmes¶ name to be mentioned in her home.´ All she knew of her father and mother came from
the letters I gave her. What little she knew beyond that came from growing up in Langdon and
Turon, playing with her cousins when she visited Grandma Holmes¶ house in Langdon.
In 1931, when Maxine graduated from eighth grade, her grandparents sent word to Kitty
that it was high time for her to assume the responsibilities for the raising of her own child. Kitty
brooded about this for several days, and then at last acquiesced. But in truth, what else could she
do? A young adolescent girl was speeding across the prairie in a sleek passenger train. When
she got off she would smell of cheap five-and-dime face powder and look like a wide-eyed owl
standing on the station platform with her cardboard suitcase and leather-tooled purse slung over
her shoulder. Her grandparents put her on the westbound train to Denver, where she was picked
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up at the depot by her newly re-enfranchised mother, whose child-raising skills, one must have
admitted, left a good deal wanting. But she succeeded nonetheless, as parents have for
numberless generations, by dint of trial and error and, most importantly, through her genuine
love for her daughter. As for the bus ride from Denver to Rawlins, Maxine remembered few
details, but she did recall the thrill just sitting next to her mother and gazing out the window at
the countryside slipping by as if in a moving picture show.
³I went to high school here, in Rawlins,´ she said as she finished this brief account of her
own life. ³Married a man before the war who became a prison guard afterwards. He died when
he was 50 years old from injuries he received from inmates during the prison riot back in ¶68.´
SeattleSeptember 14
th , 1924
Mrs. H olmes Langdon
Dear Mad ame A little more than a year a go I very f oolishly
married the widow o f your d ead son. It d id not take me l ong t o find out my mistake and thing s have been going fr om bad t o worse until I at last coul d stand it no l ong er so
br oug ht thing s t o a crisis and we separated .
N ow I do not k now what reputation she bore previou s t o this but do k now that t od ay she is a woman t otally lacking in morals and d ecency. I n fact, a want on o f the
worst type since our marria g e. I have evid ence which is t o me concl u sive that she hasbeen criminally intimate with at least f our men. Her last paramour she picked u p at an
oil camp last May and she has been out there with him since then. A good part o f thetime al one, that is until the first o f J uly when a g irl friend o f hers came t o visit her and
she is also out there.
The present man o f her choice is a d r unken d issipated cur who has a wife and 2chil d ren ar ound Rawlin s whom he has d eserted . S o you see he is a pretty fit mate f or her
but it woul d be a crying shame t o see a chil d in such an envir onment. If it were u p t o me, I woul d keep an y chil d out o f there if I had t o kill the whole r otten bunch t o do it.
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I am nearly sure that her mother and sister k new o f this bef ore I d id and they have
and are still aid ing and abetting her. They are, as I su ppo se you are aware, living at Rawlin s, Wyo and my wife¶s last escapad e t ook place at a camp north o f Wamsutta about
60 miles fr om Rawlin s. I left there in or d er t o avoid doing something d esperate and have
washed my hand s o f the whole affair, but shoul d there be an y chance o f d epriving her o f the cu st od y o f the chil d , woul d be willing t o rend er an y assistance whatever.
There seems t o be a criminal streak in this family as the br other who is now in Rawlin s is ju st out o f the Oklahoma Ref ormat ory where he served a 10-month sentence
f or issuing bad checks. And my wife t ol d me quite boastf ully when he was arrested that it was t o g ratify his l u st f or lewd women he committed these crimes! And I k now that she
woul d st oo p t o an y crime f or the same purpo se as she has threatened my life on several occasion s when I presumed t o interfere with her l ove affairs.
N ow if you shoul d wish f or an y reason t o communicate with me, write at once.
Respectf ully
W. A. McRae Box 125
Jer ome, I d aho
Y our letters if an y will be f or war d ed t o me.
After reading McRae¶s letter again, Josie sat down into the chair at the oak secretary, a
piece of furniture she had ordered from the Sears Catalog that summer. She opened the writing
table and took her pen to ink on lined stationary stored in one of the drawers.
Mr. W. A. McRae Dear Friend ,
Received your letter thr oug h Mr. Ramsey. I am very sorry you are having
the same kind o f tr ouble my son d id²with this woman² that is ju st the way she d id hereand she woul d not si gn his questionnaire so he was called t o war & was soon in France
& never ret ur ned² he had man y warm friend s who re g retted his step in taking u p withher ² He tried t o make matters ri g ht, but t o no avail.
The chil d ¶s mother has no con science or she coul d not do as she does. Her
parents have the chil d with them ² it breaks my heart what I see & fear o f the f ut ure o f her life. I am g lad you are interested in one soul ² that d ear little chil d that has the f ut ure
bef ore her ² it was said o f Jesu s, µ what then shall this chil d be.¶ That question may be
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written over every crad le in the worl d and this d epend s on its parents, later on itself & itsassociates.
And ³Kitty´ as we called her, I have prayed man y a prayer that her life mi g ht be
t ur ned t o ri g hteou sness ² Oh the sin o f this worl d is a repr oach t o an y nation. I am
ho ping she will some d ay l ook t o the l oving Father that calls the wand erer home. If not she will be hel d as one o f Satan¶s captives, lead ing others as she d id my bo y & yourself.
± I can only tell you t o leave her al one & go on in the worl d in the ri g ht paths.Y ou will have l ots o f friend s l ooking t o Jesu s the one who lifts u s u p if we fall.
Y our friend , Mrs. J. H olmes
Vesta lived in Langdon most of her life. She became the librarian and the assistant
postmistress, working on weekends, putting up letters before church. She got the career and the
pension her parents had hoped for her, and in her off hours, she wrote a column for the weekly
Langdon Lead er in which she reported the mundane events shared by members of the
community. For years she played piano every Sunday at the Langdon Christian Church. Among
her distinguished accomplishments, she traced the family genealogy back to the Revolutionary
War. For forty years no other family member has pierced the veil beyond the patriarchy she
discovered then through her dogged research of family records. Never one to throw anything
away, she saved every birthday card and Christmas card she ever received, along with newspaper
articles about every family member and pasted them into scrapbooks with her favorite poems
clipped from magazines. On one of the yellowed scrapbook pages, I first read the poem by
Oliver Wendell Holmes, called ³The Voiceless.´
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We count the br oken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing sing ers sl umber,
But o' er their silent sister ' s breast The wil d -fl owers who will st oo p t o number?
A few can t ouch the ma g ic string ,
And noisy Fame is pr oud t o win them:-- Alas f or tho se that never sing , But d ie with all their mu sic in them!
Nay, g rieve not f or the d ead al one
Who se song has t ol d their hearts¶ sad st ory. ± Weep f or the voiceless, who have k nown
The cr o ss without the cr own o f g l ory! N ot where Leucad ian breezes sweep
O¶er Sappho¶s memory-haunted bill ow , But where the g listening ni g ht-d ew s weep
On nameless sorr ow¶s churchyar d pill ow.
O hearts that break and g ive no si gn Save whitening lip and fad ing tresses,
Till Death pours out his l ong ed -f or wineSl ow-d r o pped fr om Misery¶s cr u shing presses, --
If sing ing breath or echoing chor d T o every hidd en pang were g iven ,
What end less mel od ies were poured As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven!
In her garage she kept stacks of magazines, bundled and tied with twine. And the yoke
that held the oxen driven across the prairie by William Perry Holmes and Granny µLiza. That
too she preserved. She spirited it away from Uncle Sherman¶s shed²a block away, under cover
of darkness, while Uncle Sherman and Aunt Stella were out of town. She claimed it belonged
³more to Jonas¶ line than it did Sherman¶s clan.´ So holding to the legal doctrine which says
that ³possession is nine tenths of the law,´ she wrapped the purloined yoke in brown butcher
paper and used it as a shelf until it was discovered some years later by a cousin who got the story
straight from her. The story of the yoke is worth far more than the old termite-riddled yoke. But
the yoke remains in the family as a singular icon of the pioneer spirit, representative of the
fortitude and brave hearts of those men and women who participated in the settling of the West.
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As further proof of Vesta¶s acquisitiveness, we found in the old chicken coop²long
since out of service²several old steamer trunks filled with family memorabilia. One held Uncle
Bill's greatcoat from the war and his uniform jacket, size 36R, too small for him at the time, his
kit box and straight edge razors, along with an engraved certificate, suitable for framing, signed
by then President Woodrow Wilson regretting the fact of his death. And of course, these letters.
Would that Aunt Vesta could have known that her penchant for preserving the past would
finally manifest itself in this book. In a special way, this is the love-child that she never bore.
In the summer of 1915, my grandparents had a family portrait made. It was cloudless and
warm that day « the kind of day where the women of Langdon would make a pitcher of iced tea
or lemonade and sit on the front porch when the chores were done, fanning themselves and
gossiping. But Josie had other ideas. After scolding the men into slicking down their hair and
picking off countless pieces of real and imagined lint from their clothes, they were all marched
out in front of the long-suffering photographer. Then, looking disdainfully at my father¶s
abundant face full of freckles that had been made ever more prominent by the summer sun, she
pivoted and retrieved from the kitchen a bowl full of white flour and a powder puff which she
used to lighten his complexion and hide the offensive freckles. After that it took her a few more
minutes to get everyone to quiet down, and like the farm wife she most assuredly was, to chase
her fractious brood into some semblance of dignity. A moment later the photographer tripped
the shutter release. Only my grandfather seems to be smiling for the photographer. The older
siblings in the back row posed straight-faced so as not to be moving when the shutter clicked.
Standing next to his papa, Badger seems to fail in stifling a smirk. Speck is ashen, his ghostly
demeanor belying his true nature. Josie seems determined, satisfied. In the photograph Bill¶s
dark hair and eyes accentuate his demeanor. Lean and muscular, slightly brooding, he appears
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much like one of the silent film stars of the period. Aunt Vesta¶s hair was lighter; it hung in
wisps and fly-away curls from the tie in the back.
An envelope among the letters that Aunt Vesta saved holds a single lock of hair, a
chestnut brown curl tied by a narrow baby-blue satin ribbon. The label reads, ³PFC Wm. G.
Holmes.´ In 1922 my grandparents had Bill¶s body disinterred in France and shipped back to the
United States, thence home, to be buried in Langdon. My grandfather had the coffin opened
before he reburied his son. Just to be sure. An army sergeant stood by at parade rest, discretely
glancing away as Grandpa Jonas looked down at his boy of fleet foot and ready laugh. He stared
down at the body for some time. After a while, he reached out and patted his son¶s folded hands,
then closed the lid.
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Bill must have saved the love letters Kit sent to him during the summer of 1916, given
the numbers that survived despite her insistence that he burn them. The following year, 1917,
they married. The rest of the letters he wrote to his mother and Vesta and others from the time of
his enlistment in the Signal Corps in January of 1918, until his death 11 months later. Vesta
saved them all. These letters²along with family photographs and other memorabilia, and
perhaps most important, the oral history I learned from being the late-life child of my parents,
growing up surrounded by cousins old enough to be my parents themselves²were the primary
sources used to reconstruct the stories of the persons mentioned in this book.
Josie lived with whatever responsibility she felt for Bill¶s death, after causing him to
break his engagement to Rosa Kelley. She probably never regretted the fact that he had not
married the Catholic, though her determination contributed to decisions Bill made later with
baseball and booze, the Holland woman and ultimately, the army and France. One thing led to
another. He never extricated himself from his mother¶s influence.
Life is a page of paper white,
Whereon each one of us may write
His word or two and then comes night.
A pebble in the streamlet scant,
Has turned the course of many a river;
A dewdrop on the infant plant,
May warp the giant oak forever.
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With the proceeds from Bill¶s government life insurance, my grandparents bought the
gasoline service station at the main intersection in Langdon. My grandfather operated it for
nearly 20 years, until he was no longer able to work. He still owned the property when he died.
The balance of the life insurance money²$2000²went to Maxine. As the widow of a veteran,
Kathryn Holland Holmes collected a modest monthly stipend for the rest of her life. The couple
never divorced. But after his death, contact with the Holmes family was almost entirely cut off.
As an adult, Maxine's only connection with the family was through letters she received regularly
from Aunt Vesta.
Josie died in 1938, a few days shy of her Golden Wedding Anniversary, for which the
entire family had planned a celebration. Throughout her later years she kept a diary in which she
recorded the daily bustles of living in a small Kansas town, during the Depression and the Dust
Bowl years. The little house in Langdon had a screened-in porch which in those years was
further secured from the elements with a layer of netted Visqueen plastic. Josie used to relax in a
wicker chaise lounge absorbing the warmth on sunny winter afternoons through the plasti-shield
windows of the screened in porch. She read the Hutchinson News Herald and the impossibly
kind words of Bill¶s friend, Charlie Hopkins, in a letter he wrote to her before Mothers¶ Day in
1919, a portion of which contained these sentiments:
I have always said that meeting my friend Bill, here on earth, was likened unto atrip to a cool refreshing spring on a sultry summer¶s day and, my friends, as sure as I amwriting this letter I am that confident that I¶ll have a meeting with my friend Bill again: Inthat House not made with hands, Eternal in the Heavens, and to this end I shall alwayslabor.
In the next few days µtwill be Mothers¶ Day. God bless those dear loved oneswho supported us: all soul and body to win that Great War. Yes, these dear old Mothersare the ones who deserve the praise and all the glory the world affords. They are the oneswho taught us boys that right was right, µtwas worth fighting for and µtwas worth dyingfor. I am a poor writer and possibly it might read strange in some places, but I am
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chair across the room, smashing it against the wall. She was angry that Josie was ³doing´ for
herself when Vesta was supposed to be taking care of her.
Two years before her death, Vesta had a will drawn up naming her two surviving
brothers, Kelmet and Ferrell, the sole beneficiaries of her small estate. She wrote to her nephew,
Glenn, my brother, after the will had been written, in a panic about its location.
Langdon -- 2-21-1979
Dear Glenn:Where is my will? Y ou showed me and left a BLANK f orm and envel o pe.
There is not a name on it-- I surely want the will and Last Testament as si gned -- in my l ock boxat the
T ur on State Bank which contain s other thing s o f val ue--among them some E Bond s more than thirty years ol d --also abstract t o my little uncouth hou se.
Of course, I k now I woul d not have a will without having had your help.There were so man y si gnat ures need ed and I said go ahead . I was in pretty d eep
waters with respon sibilities culminating in the stated paper. Seems everybod y in t own was smiling that I was g etting an important paper filled out--Man y don¶t
have one, and yet k now all about why it¶s need ed . Or so they say-- Maybe I¶m not thinking ri g ht some way. But I do have a very appr oved place f or papers and ,
thing s. But, please, thank you , I want my will in my bank l ockbox , where it will be
when my st u ff need s t o be checked out. I can k now where it is and who and what it says. All t og ether.
With l ove and best wishes -- Aunt Vesta
I¶m wond ering what ne xt will keep me fr om doing thing s I¶ve be gun and un finished .
Eventually Vesta could no longer live alone. The family moved her into a nursing home
in Kingman, which she despised. But in her own words, she had become ³forgettery.´ She
could neither remember which medications she had taken from hour to hour, nor walk
unassisted.
Several years ago the Langdon Christian Church, which had long since closed its doors,
was burned to the ground by the Volunteer Fire Department of Arlington, for practice. And the
last time I was in Langdon I drove by the old home place, where my grandparents had lived and
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died. Where Aunt Vesta lived until her final move to the Pennock Rest Home. A man I did not
know was taking the house apart, board by board, apparently intending to sell off the old lumber
for scrap. The walls were transparent between the upright studs while I watched, the roof gone.
As I stood by, idly watching the man at his work, dismantling the house that day, the house that
had once birthed and then buried members of the Biblically fruitful Holmes clan, I was overtaken
by a wave of emotion that flowed through me. I grieved as the roof flew off like the wings of
some great bird. By the end of the day, only the floors remained intact. As I turned away it
occurred to me that if I listened closely, I could imagine Badger and Speck laughing over some
boyish prank. And in my mind²who¶s to say I didn¶t²I distinctly heard their laughter as
though from far, far away.
Vesta¶s memory failed her such that a year before her death, she started keeping a
disjointed diary on scrap paper to help her remember mundane events. The papers were
scattered through her dresser drawers; we found them after she was gone. This one cited below,
written apparently at bedtime, was never dated. Who did she write it to? And whom did she
expect to visit her in the night? These questions can never be answered, perhaps these ramblings
only represent a soul struggling against dementia, but maybe, given the proximity to her passing,
she courted Death that night.
I¶ve let myself g et behind in writing t o an yone. But there¶s not much u se trying ,
f or letters won¶t go out till M ond ay and there is ho pef ully a chance you mi g ht come-- I¶m sure I¶ll be surprised if you come, there is a good cafe on the r oad
east o f Main u p on the hill beyond the st ore --IGA, I believe. I rid e in others¶ cars so don¶t pay attention. And you k now I¶ve liked t o d rive everywhere. I¶m sleepy
sudd enly
N ot remembering who peo ple are and feel embarrassed , terribly. K now faces and not t o put a name t o it, or them. And all the time ho ping I won¶t have t o ask
pertinent question s -- or even speak. K nowing the face well but not the name. N ow eyes heavy--
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And in my sleep I¶ve d estr o yed lists. This is act ually the case. Fannie doesn¶t
k now and woul dn¶t believe if I t ol d her. S o I do not.
I don¶t want t o go t o sleep now but will. And I want so much t o listen t o the ni g ht happening s--
At any rate, she died in 1981, three days after Speck¶s funeral. These twin events
provided the impetus for the last and most attended family reunion the children and
grandchildren of Jonas and Josie would ever know. Afterwards, it fell to my family to clean out
the old family home and get it ready to sell, since geographically, we were the closest.
In a box we found a slip of typing paper, neatly cut to the size of a 3 x 5 index card. On it
Vesta had copied an epitaph from some unknown source. Or perhaps, she composed it for
herself.
Here lie the bones o f Vesta Verr.
I n her life she had no terr ors!!!She lived and d ied an ol d maid --
N o hits, no r un s, no err ors!
It is fitting, in a strange way, that the epitaph refers to baseball, one of her brother Bill¶s
great passions. Given their closeness, it is possible that in a fit of pluck he had given it to her as
a joke. If so, it was hauntingly close to the truth.
And we found an old postcard with a picture of a World War I doughboy on the front.
On the back in Aunt Vesta's unmistakable handwriting was this simple caption:
" T ommy Smith, Vesta' s friend ."
He never returned to work the family farm after serving in the infantry in France.
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Rosa lived with her parents in Langdon for several more years after the end of the Great
War. Margaret and Frank Kelley separated sometime before he died in 1920. He is buried at the
EastsideCemetery in Hutchinson. Margaret died three years later and lies apart from the rest of
her family in an unmarked grave at the FairlawnCemetery. After their father¶s death, the girls
moved to Hutchinson and lived together until Agnes married a sign painter named Delmer Davis
and she moved out to set up housekeeping with her husband. Theresa and Rosa continued on as
roommates. Theresa never worked outside the little house they shared. Rosa got her job back at
Pegues-Wright, owing to the sympathy of the store manager, O. W. Wright. She worked there
until she died.
A helpful librarian in Hutchinson gave
me directions to the cemetery and a gentle-
spirited sexton helped me find Rosa¶s grave
the summer before I finished writing this
book. The sexton handed me a map and a
copy of her obituary.
Rose Mary KelleyRose Mary Kelley, 54, 412½ North
Walnut, died at 8:55 a.m. Friday in St.Elizabeth¶s Hospital. She had been ill for six years.
Miss Kelley was born in FrankfortKans., Nov. 17, 1892, and moved to Hutchinson in1923 from Langdon, where she had livedmost of her life. She was employed by
Pegues-Wright Dry Goods Company. MissKelley was a member of St. Teresa¶sCatholic Church.
Survivors are two brothers, Tom Kelley,503 East 15th, and Jim Kelley, 721 EastFourth; and two sisters, Mrs. Agnes Davis,406½North Main, and Theresa Kelley, of the home. She was preceded in death by her
parents and her younger brother, Frank.
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THOSE THAT NEVER SING Verl Holmes, (719) 635-0262
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She rests in the family plot at Eastside with her father, her brother Jim and sisters Theresa
and Agnes and her brother-in-law. At dawn, the shadow cast by the Kansas State Industrial
Reformatory covers the Kelley family plot, which lies but a hundred yards or so to the west of its
menacing walls.
So I walked the cemetery grounds holding the map that the sexton had pressed into my
hand, peering around at the time-worn markers. Soon I found the one I was looking for. It was a
simple granite slab like so many others around it, but what the nameless stone-cutter had carved
on its surface was elegant in its simplicity.
At my feet, not far below the mantle of earth, my uncle¶s one true love lay in death, alone
as she had been in life. My grandparents¶ oldest son and their only daughter died alone. Aunt
Vesta never married. Marriage was too hard on a woman. Uncle Bill did not marry the woman
he loved, though he fathered a child and married her mother.
So here ends the Holmes family saga. But in truth, it has not ended at all, for we all of us
are joined together in a single, beautiful dance; in it we whirl faster and faster.
And, O «
Alas f or tho se that never sing , But d ie with all their mu sic in them!
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Disclaimer
THOSE THAT NEVER SING is a work of creative nonfiction, a biographical novel. The author
had the good fortune to grow to adulthood on a farm in Kansas surrounded by various and
sundry litters of extended families. Later he became the grateful beneficiary of letters that his
aunt saved for years in shoeboxes and bureau drawers as described in the work that follows.
Some of the names in this work are those of real people who may have had similar, and
different experiences from those related in the story. Where some truth ends, other truths begin.
Based on the archives and family lore passed on by elders, the author constructed a chronicle that
shows how good people make decisions that impact others in sometimes unintentional,
unfortunate ways. This is not necessarily a factual narrative about people long dead. The
letters²from Kitty Holland to Bill Holmes and Bill to his family, along with what little
genealogical documentation that could be had²contain the facts of the story.
A good friend and editor put it this way. ³A novelist ought to be a great detective of
personality as well as a mathematician; that is, he ought to plumb the depths of the human heart
and soul with a sense of probability. You may be right about the blending of facts with the
book¶s perception of reality. In the end it doesn¶t really matter. Only the story matters, for weare all stories, if we are anything.´
Similarities to real people and events are coincidental and unintentional other than those
supported by actual documentation as seen throughout the story.
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RenoCountyKansas, c. 1900
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