Holly F Olier, (name disputed), passed into the loving hands
of her Lord December 8, 2019 at 6:06 am, after more than a decade of pounding on his door. Born Holly Elizabeth Rhodes in Port Jefferson, NY (again
disputed) on October 03, 1945 to Ernest H. Rhodes and Martha Elizabeth (Carr)
Rhodes. She is survived by her siblings, Deborah J. Meli of Orlando and
James F. Rhodes of Houston, both of whom she tried to talk her parents into
giving away.
She was blessed with many artistic gifts…singing, writing,
painting, acting…but sorely deficient in the important quality of sound
judgment, marrying Eugene F. Denton, the father of her children (not so
affectionately known as “Stupid”) at the age of 17. Holly began producing children with this less than adequate
genetic contributor immediately beginning with Robert E. Denton (not the
favorite) followed closely by Robin E. Denton (also not the favorite), Renee E.
(Denton) Gattshall (yep…the favorite), and ending with Richard E. Denton
(almost favorite but she was pretty tired at that point). And yes, she did give them all the initials
of R.E.D. and not a one of them has red hair.
Discarding “Stupid” after 10 years of not so marital bliss,
she promptly married a man with what only could have been a cleverly hidden
brain deformity, Roy Franklin Fox Jr.
Thus forever saddling Holly with the “F” in her name despite many
attempts to have it changed. In an astoundingly
regrettable act of delusional masochism, she dosed the children with Nyquil,
stuffed them into a faux wood paneled station wagon, and moved her family from
Texas to Ohio just in time to experience the blizzard of 1978. Once there, flip flops and shorts were
quickly discarded in favor of “moonboots”, but not without loud protests from
the disoriented, teeth chattering, and somewhat blue, children who never again
trusted “fruit drinks” served in a tiny cup.
Holly was one of the first women to become a Reserve Police
Officer in Cardington Ohio, and a Reserve Deputy for Morrow County, Ohio. She was a paid dispatcher for the Sheriff’s
office for many years, which greatly contributed her persona as a very angry
little woman, which in turn, may or may not have contributed to her second
husband running off with the clerk at Marshall’s Department Store after 15
years of marriage. This created a
life-long preference for Ross, as they hire a better class of clerks.
Feeling the coldness of Ohio in her bones and the despair of
the Cleveland Browns ever winning a game, she fled the north to begin a new
life with Douglas J. Olier from Vinton, LA, adding 4 adult step-children to the
family. Scott J. Olier, Sheila D.
(Olier) Guidry, Darlene (Olier) Miller, and Donis E. Olier (deceased) provided
10 more grandchildren. So she went to
school to get her CDL and, together, they drove a truck all across the country,
visiting their grandchildren, who were by then, scattered to the far reaches.
Sadly, Hurricane Charley stepped in to disrupt the happily
bickering couple, making Holly a widow in 2004, just 4 years after moving to
Orange City, Florida. While appropriate to name the dozen or so grandchildren,
this tradition can be set aside in lieu of naming her favorite, Emily R.
(Gattshall) Disterdick, who replaced her mother, Renee as favorite. Much to the
amusement of the family, Emily was, eventually and unceremoniously, replaced as
favorite by her daughter, Holly’s great-granddaughter, Lucilyn E.
Gattshall.
One of roughly more than dozen or so great-grandchildren,
Luci was often described as Holly’s “Heart”, though Holly would hasten to add
she loved every single one of her babies in a guilty declaration that, to this
day, no one believes. Holly instilled in her family a strength to survive, a flair
for dramatic story telling, a fierce love of country, and a disdain for
liberals. She often stated she felt she
had accomplished more than most by raising children who were still alive into adulthood
with no prison records and the use of most of their limbs.
Holly was so many things that a simple obituary cannot
contain her essence. She loved horse
racing and boxing, Say Yes to the Dress and 90 Day Fiancé, murder mysteries and
Stephanie Plum. She loved the Lord and
was eager to join him in heaven. She loved
shopping and her family. The HSN will
likely collapse with her passing. She will be remembered, our beloved Holly, her ashes laid to
rest under her Granny Smith apple tree in the family’s Haunted Woods with her
little dog, Johnny…after he passes of course.
*It would be polite to state in lieu of flowers and food, to
donate to a favored charity or your local animal shelter, but everyone who knew
her realizes she would want you to do both.
