Raphael Jack Holland
May 11, 1923 – March 8, 2019
Raphael Jack Holland, also lovingly known as “RJ”, went to be with the Lord on March 8, 2019 in San Antonio, Texas. He was born in Hayes, Louisiana on May 11, 1923 to the late Murphy and Helen Holland.
He is preceded in death by his loving wife of 58 years, Theresa Holland; his parents, Murphy and Helen; and his brother, John Murphy Holland. Raphael is survived by his son, Peter Holland; his daughter, Cecilia Patterson and her husband Kevin Leroy Patterson; his niece, Ann Agee; and his 3 grand nieces.
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Raphael Jack Holland
March 13, 2019
When I was a little girl & would visit my Grandma Holland, Uncle Jack would always come over to say hello. I remember asking him why he was missing part of one of his fingers. He pointed outside, where Grandma kept a herd of goats & told me that the big billy goat had pinned him against the fence and butted his hand. Was that a true story? I don’t know; but it kept me away from the goats. Uncle Jack had an unusual lilt to his voice, a rhythm I had never heard before. I asked my Dad what it was & was told it was a Cajun accent. My dad could put that accent on when reading a story or telling a joke but it wasn’t his normal voice. The more I learned of the Creole & Cajun culture from Grandma & Dad, the more I associated it to Uncle Jack. He became the embodiment of a Cajun! Grandma had an ottoman in her living room that had old photo albums and pictures. I loved to go through them & have her tell me about the people & events in them. There were two almost identical photos of my Dad & Uncle Jack; they were dressed up as cowboys & sitting on a pony. They looked like twins; she asked me if I could tell which one was my father. I looked carefully but I had no clue. She pointed out that one of the boys had his arm in a sling; that was my Dad. She told me that if the boys misbehaved she would punish them by making Uncle Jack come inside & read a book or by making my Dad go outside and play. My Dad got sent outside but he had taken a book with him, he climbed a tree to read in peace but somehow fell out of the tree and broke his arm. That pretty much sums up their relationship: opposites in most every part of their lives. Not long after my cousins were born, my family moved to Virginia. By the time we moved back to Texas I was a teenager & made very few visits to San Antonio. I would like to say that we were a close family, but that would be far from the truth. My cousins had a close bond with their parents & I hope they find comfort in their faith.