Warren Keith Holm

Warren Keith Holm (who hated his middle name and had little affection for his first) was born January 24, 1952 in Everett, WA. He lived on a farm outside Marysville with his parents, Ernest and Lois, brother Ron, and sister Karen. Warren was potty-trained at a time when outhouses were becoming obsolete but the neighbors held on to their 2-seater long enough to leave deep impressions on his kiester.

The family moved to Renton in 1958. Warren climbed trees, pulled wooden hydros behind his bike, and played in a sand and gravel pit the kids called “the dump.” His parents encouraged him to pursue his musical ability (his siblings sadly having none). So came the dreaded piano lessons, then the clarinet (his arms being too short for the desired trombone), and finally, the saxophone. He enjoyed his time in the Hazen H. S. Stage Band and developed friendships that lasted a lifetime.

After graduating from Hazen, Warren attended junior college but soon felt he would be more comfortable in the Army. Of course, he was wrong. After serving his time, Warren returned home and, following in the footsteps of his father, joined the Post Office. Or rather, his father followed him on one of his first struggling days on a route and helped Warren deliver the mail. Warren loved the Post Office; the camaraderie, practical jokes, friendships, talking to people on the route - even the standups. Not the dogs. Not the garbage cans. But the people. Two of those people, Cheryl and Marie, parachuted to earth with Warren and always enjoyed that special bond. His Post Office friends were his second beloved family.

Warren was married for about 10 years, and no credence should be given to his childhood propensity for playing at the “dump” as being any cause in his divorce. Warren loved being with his family. He especially enjoyed his niece and nephews. Two in Las Vegas called him their favorite uncle and two more he took to the “dump” and taught to timber trees. Warren also passed along his love of music. Two nephews followed their uncle into jazz bands - one with Warren's sax, and the other with drums. Thank you, Warren.

Through it all, Warren played golf. He especially loved to golf in Hawaii. He spent his retirement years golfing his way around the country. He golfed even when he no longer had the strength. After 6 or 7 holes, strangers would pull his cart back to the clubhouse for him. He rested a few days then returned to the fairways, always pursuing that elusive hole-in-one! And that is how he will be remembered, a man always looking for the fun in life.