Baker-Swan - Memorial

Clifford H. Holland

	Calling Hours: Monday, November 05, 2007 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM Baker-Swan Funeral Home	Funeral Service: Monday, November 05, 2007 3:00 PM Baker-Swan Funeral Home
Born: Tuesday, March 07, 1933 Died: Friday, November 02, 2007

Obituary

WELLSVILLE Clifford H. Holland,
74, passed away Friday (Nov. 2, 2007)
following a lengthy illness.
Mr. Holland was born on March
7, 1933 in Niagara Falls to Harold
and Beatrice (Rich) Holland. He
served in the United States Navy
from 1951 1954. In 2000, he
received his high school graduation
diploma from LaSalle High School
under a special program for Korean
War era veterans, for which he was
very proud. On Dec. 26, 1969, he
married Dorothy Ann Wheaton,
who predeceased him on Nov. 10,
1986. On July 1, 1989 in Wellsville,
he married Deloris Dee Jusko,
who survives.
Cliff worked for Air Preheater
in Wellsville for 30 years, until his
retirement in 1993.
In addition to his wife, Cliff is
survived by two sons, Chris Holland
of Wellsville and Clifford Holland
of N.C.; three daughters, Jackie
(Fred) Ridley of Wilson, Cheryl
(John) Bastain of Andover and Jody
Jusko of Wellsville; one brother,
Donald (Joan) Holland of Lewiston;
his mother-in-law, Irene Jusko; 7
grandchildren and 10
great-grandchildren.
It has been said that muzzle
loading was his passion and hunting
was his life. Cliff was a member of
the Fraternal Order of Elks,
Wellsville American Legion and a
life member of the Nation Rifle
Association. But more than these,
he was a loving husband, father,
grandfather and friend and will be
missed by all.
Friends may call on Monday
from 1 3 p.m. at Baker-Swan
Funeral Home, Andover. A
memorial service with full military
honors will be held on Monday at
3:00 p.m. at the funeral home
immediately following the visitation
with Rev. Rocky Mitchell of Machias
United Methodist Church officiating.
Memorial contributions in Cliffs
name may be made to Have a Heart
Childrens Cancer Society, 164
Main St., Huntington, NY 11743.

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and
strength.
I stand and watch her until at
length she hangs like a speck of
white cloud just where the sea and
sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says
There, she is gone!
Gone Where?
Gone from my sight.
That is all.
She is just as large in mast and
hull and spar as she was when she
left my side and she is just as able
to bear the load of living freight
to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not
in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says:
There, she is gone!
There are other eyes watching her
coming, and other voices ready to
take up the glad shout:
Here she comes!
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke