
| THIS SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION |
| "Across the fields of yesterday he sometimes comes to me, a little lad just home from play, the lad I used to be. He always smiles so wistfully and once he crept within, I think perhaps he wished to see the Man I might have been." CMH - 1978 |


| Chauncey Marvin Holt 1921 - 1997 |

