OBITUARY

Lura Louise Holland

April 14, 1918March 19, 2012

Lura Louise Frasier Holland, age 93, of Marble Falls, Texas, passed away on March 19, 2012 at Lighthouse Hospice in Round Rock, Texas.

Louise was born on April 14, 1918, the second of seven children, to Amiel Frasier and Lura Davis Frasier in the Central Texas community of Double Horn. She was raised in a farming and ranching family and developed a strong work ethic that was evident her whole life. Her grandfathers, and some grandmothers, were some of the finest horsemen around and kept the frontline Texas Rangers supplied with fresh mounts.

She attended a one-room school in the Shovel Mountain community and later a two-room school at Pleasant Valley community before venturing uptown to Marble Falls ISD. There, she graduated as a Mighty Marble Falls Mustang in the Class of 1936.

After graduating from Marble Falls High School, she attended Nixon Clay Business College in Austin, then devoted 20 years to several generations of Marble Falls public school students. She joined the district in 1953, first as librarian, then as secretary several years to MFISD Superintendent C.M. Selmon, then in the same capacity for other MFISD superintendents. Students considered her to be one of the nicest, most willing to please, and humorous people connected with the school system. After the school tenure, she enjoyed working for Winston and Tina Burnham at their sporting goods store.

In 1937, she married Malcolm Franklin Holland, son of Marshall N Holland and Bessie Hays Holland. Malcolm’s great-grandfather, Samuel Eli Holland, was the first permanent settler in Burnet County in 1848 where he purchased a 1,280-acre tract in the Mormon Mill area for 47 cents per acre, and is remembered by his decedents as being a “greenbacker” in politics, a Mason, a member of the Texas State Legislature, and a humanitarian. Malcolm’s father, George Marshall, served as a Burnet County Commissioner, and his mother, Bessie, was also known for her activism in obtaining voting rights for women.

Together, they raised three children, Don, James and Lou Ann. Each was taught the basics of work as soon as they were old enough to follow their father around. Togetherness always had a purpose. As they grew older, Louise continued to foster the purpose of family and hosted Sunday lunches after church, holiday gatherings, and the annual deer hunting festivities on opening morning for the young families.

As a family they worked diligently at farming and ranching on the land they purchased in 1947 on Hamilton Creek in the Mormon Mill community. Along with proceeds from annual pecan crop harvesting and conservative stewardship of their earnings, their hard work, even through some difficult years, resulted in a life their forefathers had envisioned for their families.

She was a caring and generous grandmother to seven grandchildren, fourteen great-grandchildren, and two great-great-grandchildren who also share her love for family and heritage.

Louise loved her Lord and Savior. As a small child she attended the Old Rockvale Church built in 1857. At the age of 13, she joined Marble Falls First Baptist Church and was an active member for most of her life. The 1977 construction of the church’s new sanctuary was a highlight and blessing to her over the years. She continued to be blessed by the letters and cards sent to her from longtime friend Loretta Stubblefield and the Max Copeland Class as recently as this month.

From the time she was 12 years of age, she was involved in community activities and programs. In 1930, she joined the local 4H, and in 1934, at 16, she joined the Pleasant Valley Extension Homemakers Club alongside her mother. She later joined the Marble Falls Extension Homemakers Club, where she held the offices of president and secretary, and was active through 2011. She was a member of the Home Demonstration Club in Burnet County, Marble Falls AARP Center, Burnet County Women’s Forum, Marble Falls Ex-Student’s Association, Marble Falls Senior Citizen Activity Center, Eastern Star, Daughter’s of the American Revolution, Farm Bureau, Meals on Wheels, Retired Teachers Association, Burnet County Democratic Party, Burnet County Fair and Rodeo Association, Pleasant Valley Cemetery Association, and the Heritage Club. She was nominated for Burnet County Hall of Fame “Woman of the Year” in 1996.

Louise was never one to sit idle. When they weren’t working, she and Malcolm loved to go to dances, rodeos, livestock shows, football games, church, and family get-togethers. She later spent time traveling with friends, playing dominos, working at her hobbies, and helping to grow the Marble Falls Senior Activity Center, where she was a charter member. Her youngest brother, Alfred, says that she was on the go pretty much all of the time.

She lived by this creed and shared it with her family and friends: “Every morning you are handed 24 golden hours. They are one of a few things in this world you get free of charge. If you had all the money in the world, you couldn’t buy an extra hour. What will you do with this priceless treasure? Remember, you must use it, as it is given only once. Once wasted, you cannot get it back.” This poem, “The Golden Hours,” was written by Louise in 1973.

There was a time when she and others in her generation thought “fast food” was what people ate during Lent; “time sharing” meant togetherness; and a “chip” was a piece of wood. Truly, time marches on and things do change, though basics remain. Louise reminds us of this quote, author unknown: “Real winners are ordinary people with extraordinary determination.”

One of her favorite prayers was this: “Lord, keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details—give me wings to get to the point. I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pains. Help me to endure them with patience. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains—they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint—some of them are so hard to live with—but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it at all—but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end. Amen.”

Louise was a woman of strong character and generosity who took great pleasure in her family and friends. She was preceded in death by her husband Malcolm in 1985; mother and father Amiel Frasier and Lura Davis Frasier; brothers George Homer Frasier, James Henry Frasier, and Johnny Frasier; and sister Lois Frasier. She is survived by her brother Alfred Jay Frasier of Granite Shoals; sister Lillian Frasier Wall of Burnet; son Don Carroll Holland of Marble Falls; son and daughter-in-law James Harvey Holland and Pam Holland of Granite Shoals; daughter Lou Ann Holland of Marble Falls; brother and sister-in-law Fred and Billie Holland of Marble Falls; brothers-in-law Donald Gene Holland of Midland and Dudley H. Holland of Marble Falls; grandchildren Debra Holland Click and J.C. Click of Llano, Donna Holland Wilcox and Brad Wilcox of Marble Falls, Malcolm Todd Holland of Marble Falls, James Harvey Holland Jr. of Llano, Dana Stubbs Lewis and Blake Lewis of Del Rio, Evan Clay Stubbs and Terri Schrayer Stubbs of Lampasas, and Meredith Holland Clowdus and Canyon Clowdus of Marble Falls; and many grand, great, and great-great grandchildren; cousins; nieces; and nephews.

The family wishes to express a special thank you to Maria Lopez of Granite Shoals for her extraordinary dedication, loyalty, kindness, and companionship in her care of Louise over the past five years; to her friends at the Marble Falls Senior Activity Center; and to the staff at the Lighthouse Hospice for their gentle help in her final days.

In lieu of usual remembrances, memorial contributions may be made in her honor to the Marble Falls Senior Activity Center at 1200 7th Street, Marble Falls, Texas 78654.

Visitation will be Friday, March 23, 2012 from 5PM-7:00PM at Clements-Wilcox Funeral Home. Funeral service will be Saturday, March 24, 2012 at 11:00 AM at First Baptist Church with Bro. Max Copeland officiating. Interment will follow at Pleasant Valley Cemetery.

Condolences may be offered at www.clementswilcoxfuneralhome.com

Arrangements entrusted to Clements-Wilcox Funeral Home at 1805 N US Hwy 281in Marble Falls, Texas.

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Services

  • Visitation Friday, March 23, 2012
  • Funeral Service Saturday, March 24, 2012
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April 27, 2012

Mrs. Holland loved her family, her friends, and lived each day to the fullest. She was full of life and a joy to be around. Although she is gone, the beautiful memories of her will last forever.

Billy Pence (Buchanan Dam, TX)

Meredith Holland Clowdus

April 27, 2012

“24 Golden Hours”
written by Louise Holland in 1973

Every morning you are handed 24 golden hours.
They are one of a few things in this world,
you get free of charge.
If you had all the money in the world,
you couldn't buy an extra hour.
What will you do with this priceless treasure?
Remember, you must use it,
as it is only given once.
Once wasted, you can't get it back.

Meredith Holland Clowdus

April 27, 2012

New Beginnings
written by Louise Holland

It's only the beginning now
a pathway yet unknown.
At times the sound of other steps
sometimes we walk alone.

The best beginnings of our lives
may sometimes end in sorrow.
But even on our darkest days
the sun will shine tomorrow.

So we must do our very best
whatever life may bring,
and look beyond the winter chill
to smell the breath of spring.
Into each life will always come
a time to start anew.
A new beginning for each heart
as fresh as morning dew.

LouAnn Holland

April 26, 2012

Mother gave me the following.  

Remember When:

Remember when hippie meant big on the hips,
And a trip involved travel in cars, planes, and ships?
When pot was a vessel for cooking things in,
And hooked was what grandmother's rugs may have been?
When fix was a verb that meant mend or repair,
And be-in meant merely existing somewhere.
When neat meant well-organized, tidy and clean,
And grass was a ground cover, normally green?
When groovy meant furrowed with and hollows.
And birds were winged creatures, like robins and swallows?
When fuzz was a substance, real fluffy, like lint,
And bread came from bakeries and not from the mint?
When roll meant a bun,
And rock was a stone.
And hang-up meant something you did with a phone?
It's groovy, man, groovy,
But English it is not.
Me thinks that our language has gone to pot.

It's obvious Mother enjoyed humor about the past!

Donna, Brad & Christian Wilcox

April 25, 2012

Mema was a blessing to all of her children, grandchildren, and friends. She shared unconditional love, and we always knew she was there for us. She rarely missed a chance to send a birthday card or a well wish. She was so thoughtful. We will miss her handwriting and sweet words of encouragement.

With love,

LouAnn Holland

April 24, 2012

Final words about my precious mother 

I'm thankful Mother never did anything that caused me to question my value to her.  Her love and support were steadfast during our 67 year relationship.

When I left in 1992, I told Mother I was not leaving to hurt or worry her, Dana or Evan but I was going and I hoped it would be with  blessings.  She accepted my decision with grace and the adage about setting a butterfly free proved true, I moved back to Marble Falls 14 years later.

 When I was in Australia Mother faxed the poem: " New Beginnings" and I kept it with me during the rest of my travels. As the years  passed, we shared numerous conversations about foreign lands and cultures.   

Her attitude about living a full existence  gave me inspiration and joy.  She showed me that life can be fun at any age, even the 90s!  

The past 3 years brought us closer than we had ever been. I joked saying Mother, Maria, and I were country Golden Girls!  When I came home from school we ate ice cream and we talked  about politics, school, and what Dr. Phil's program was about. I read parts of the newspaper to her and  we often watched, "Who Wants to be a Millionaire," the news, and "Two and a Half Men."

I shutter to think about Mothers early mothering career.  When she moved to our  homestead  where she spent 65 yrs , she arrived with 3 children (five years apart in age) and Daddy.  She had never had running water in a  house till the move.  Only cloth diapers were available back then.  I can not  imagine the nirvana she experienced at the sight of liquid gold coming out of hydrants, getting  inside toilets, TV,  electricity and single line telephones.

Mother, Daddy and I shared a passion for music and dance. Their eyes twinkled at the sound of songs and their feet got ready to dance just as mine do.

Mother was a member of a  noble generation.  Hard work was engrained early in her life.  She told me one of her happiest days was when she was hired at MFISD.  That meant getting dressed  5 days a week and driving to town. Even during her final years she would not consider wearing sleep wear during the day.  She used her Merle Norman makeup regiment religiously and dressed  to go somewhere daily.

When the electric typewriter was invented, Mother got frustrated and said the keys ran away from her!  But, she pursued till she mastered the fly aways.  Until then, her typewriter required slinging a lever.  Technology raced by her when the computer age began.  She never knew the meaning of a mouse, a virus, or any other such words.

I remember Mother working in her garden, cooking, sewing, etc.  She danced across Texas, jogged all over the pasture and was deligent about floor exercises as long as her body allowed.   She played 42 till she became very ill 3 months before passing and she was always loyal to family and friends. To sum up my Mother i would say she was a people person and a deligent worker. She made homemade butter, ice cream,  cheese, bread, canned fruit and veggies from her garden, dressed chickens, wild turkey,  doves, ducks, venison, beef, pork, squirrels, etc. She gathered and served  pecans, water cress,  polk, and fresh fish from Hamilton Creek. She and Daddy made this land into a true living farm, complete with a milk cow!  Memories of living our simple country life warms my heart and  remains a cherished part of my heritage.  For that, I am grateful.

I can see so many of Mother's  traits in her grandchildren and that warms my heart.  We all learned by watching her model stellar attributes. Nobility will  live on  through generations to come.

I was truly blessed to be Lura Louise Frasier Holland 's daughter.
Lou Ann

April 20, 2012

Mrs. Holland was a lovely lady. She was a joy to know. Lou and family, I know all of you have wonderful memories which will be a great comfort and blessing to you.
Charlotte Wall Alexander

Ed Weidig

April 20, 2012

A strong and beautiful woman. You will be greatly missed.

April 20, 2012

Dear Don,
Thank you and the family so very much for the most generous love gift delivered to me by two sweet little girls. And thank you for the kind words you spoke to me on the platform. I deeply appreciate what you said. It was a distinct honor to be asked by your mother; and the rest of you in charge, to have a part in her funeral sermon. She was indeed a noble lady!
In Christian Love,
Max Copeland

April 20, 2012

From the family of Maria Lopez:
Thank you for giving us a chance to have known you and to have loved you.
You were not only our Mother's boss, but also a friend. Thank you for being there when our mother needed someone to talk to, laugh with, and a shoulder to cry on.We are very grateful for every moment you allowed us to come and visit, even though we felt we were invading your home at times-- we apologize! You always made us feel welcome.
And for that, you will never be forgotten and will always remain in our hearts as "our own" Mema.