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William "Bill" Holm

Funeral Service
2:30 p.m. on Sunday, March 8, 2009
St. Paul's Lutheran Church
414 E. Lyon St
Minneota, Minnesota
Visitation
4:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Rehkamp - Horvath Funeral Home
124 East 1st St
Minneota, Minnesota

BILL HOLM

 

Writer, poet, teacher, musician, and traveler Bill Holm, of Minneota, Minnesota, died on Wednesday, February 25, in Sioux Falls, S.D., after being stricken with pneumonia. He had published 16 books and many pamphlets, magazine articles, and other writings in the United States, and was a contributor to numerous publications in China, Sweden, Iceland, and elsewhere. His work was many times adapted for theater, radio, and TV productions, as well as for the many public lectures and concerts he presented in places as far-flung as Alaska and Madagascar.

 

            About six and a half feet tall and red-haired, he once played the Giant in a production of Jack and the Beanstalk. Both before and after his death, he has been repeatedly referred to as a literary giant. And for the magnitude of his enthusiasms and expressions, many of his friends and acquaintances considered him a gigantic personality with gigantic appetites for good art, public honesty, and social justice.

 

            Born William Jon Holm on August 25, 1943, to William and Jona (Jonina Josephson) Holm, who were Swede Prairie farmers, he received his education in the Minneota schools, in the public library, and in the homes of his parents’ friends, wherever he could find books to devour. He graduated from Gustavus Adolphus College in 1965, then did four years of graduate work at the University of Kansas before accepting his first full-time teaching job at Hampton Institute in Hampton, Virginia. After his mother’s death in 1975, he returned to Minnesota, and served as writer in residence for two years at Lakewood Community College.

 

            In 1979, Bill was awarded a Fulbright Grant to teach American literature in Iceland,

returning in 1980 to teach at Southwest Minnesota State University, from which he retired in 2007. His first two books, The Music of Failure and Boxelder Bug Variations, were published in 1985.

 

            In 1986, he was appointed to a faculty exchange position in Xi’an, China, and in 1992, he spent a term teaching literature in Wuhan, China. Other books followed nearly every year, including his Minneota memoir The Heart Can Be Filled Anywhere on Earth (1996) and his most recent book, The Windows of Brimnes (Brimnes is the name of the cottage he purchased in Hofsos, Iceland).

 

            During these productive years, his work earned much recognition, including a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, two Bush Fellowships, a Minnesota Book Award, the Cobb Award for Service to Iceland, an honorary doctorate from Gustavus Adolphus College, and in 2008, the prestigious McKnight Distinguished Artist Award.

 

            From 1966 to 1974, Bill was married to Judy Carey (of Willmar, Minnesota), who still resides in Hampton, Virginia. While in China in 1986-87, he met Marcella Brekken (of Audubon, Minnesota), who joined him in Minneota after her return from China. They were married in 2006.

 

            Many of Bill’s students idolized him, not only for his literary prowess and his wide-ranging intellect, but also for his enthusiasms for books and music, and for his kindness and generosity.

 

            Minneota neighbors recognized him as a person who was knowledgeable, entertaining, and supportive of the community. But his sense of community was broad, and readers and acquaintances all over Minnesota considered him one of their own. One commented online, “It is hard to imagine SW Minnesota without Bill Holm.” 

 

            News of his death brought phone calls from all over the country, and from abroad. His readers have always felt energized by his writings, which preach the virtues of careful attention, spiritual energy, integrity, and civic responsibility. He saw himself as a missionary out to turn back the forces of narrow-mindedness and selfishness. His personal generosity extended from the smallest of courtesies, to personal loans to friends suffering setbacks, to financial contributions to community causes, to hours of effort in support of public projects, to underwriting Chinese students’ entry to the United States. He did countless benefit concerts and lectures for charitable institutions and arts organizations. When it came to efforts to improve the vigor of society, he could be counted on.

 

            He generated admiration, respect, affection, and amusement all in good measure, largely because his enthusiasm and commitment could hardly be contained within his sizeable frame and bright red face. No fan of timidity or moderation, he brought prodigious energy to everything he did. As one friend said, “He spent his whole life with his foot firmly on the accelerator.”

 

            Whenever he hit the brakes, it was usually to call attention to one thing or another that most of us had overlooked. His friend Bharat Pant described him this way: “He was the Poet Laureate of Failure, not in the sense that it is commonly understood, but in the sense that he saw that the line between fallen heroes and those who rise to fame and fortune is razor thin. That gain and loss, and victory and defeat, are two sides of the same coin, and you cannot judge a person simply from his outward shine, but must look more deeply inside. His works were full of such characters—outwardly ordinary but with rich inner lives. I came half way across the world from the mountains of North India and found reflections of my people in Bill's writings. For this I am deeply grateful to Bill.”

 

            And thousands of people whose lives Bill touched with his understanding of the complexity of ordinary life, and of the need we all have for praise, encouragement, and sympathy, share that gratitude.

 

            He is survived by his wife Marcella Brekken, his cousin Daren Gislason, his books, and many other cousins by birth or by choice.

 

            Bill Holm’s funeral is scheduled for Sunday, March 8 at 2:30, at St.Paul’s Lutheran Church in Minneota, Minnesota. Visitation will be from 4:00-8:00 on Saturday, March 7, at the Rehkamp-Horvath Funeral Home in Minneota.

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Brenda Hagen: ...
Bill Holm: He was a giant of a man, both literally and figuratively. I will never forget his booming voice and enormous presence. His intellect was stunning - at once intoxicating but also dizzying. His love of Minneota and all things Icelandic will stand out as his legacy. We will miss you, son of the prairie.
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March 09, 2009
Dave Peters: ...
My family moved away from Minneota when I was 10, in 1962, but I remember Bill coming to our house on Jackson Street a number of times and asking if he could come in and play the piano. Yes, he could, my mother would say, and play he did, very loudly, much to my mother's amusement. He was larger than life then and will continue to be.
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March 06, 2009
Connie Linnett: ...
So much depends upon those who teach us. Their voices get stuck in our heads and kick us to keep learning decade after decade. Years ago Bill was on the cover of Minnesota Monthly, and I had an APC full about sixty feet of magazines. I spent several hours with the head of Bill Holm upside down in my left arm as I sorted the mail to the various routes all the time with his voice loud in my ears with his poetry, his laughter, his piano hammer lutheran ragtime and I was caught up in the roar that was Bill Holm.
There once was a bear of a man who loved life so much he told us.
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March 04, 2009
Linda Anderson Greenaway: ...
Although I left Minneota 30 years ago, my memories of Bill are still vivid (like the man himself). My first experience working with Bill was when I typed (long before computers) the poetry he and his friends would be reading as they traveled around the countryside. The typing was necessary since they couldn't read each others handwriting!! My daughter, Toni, loved taking harpsicord lessons from the big red teddy bear (as she called him) and it was always startling to see this tiny blonde girl beside the gentle giant.

His voice may be stilled, but the memories and influences will continue on. I would like to extend my sincere sympathies to Bill's family and friends.

Linda Anderson Greenaway
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March 04, 2009
Joanne Dyhrkopp Schar: ...
Dear Marcy, From the time we first met you and Bill in Finarantsoa, Madagascar we have enjoyed our chance meetings in Sioux Falls and Blue Mound. Bill's presence at our Will's class for poetry readings in Spencer, Iowa was a highlight of his life. We are thinking about you these days and wishing for poems of insight into the way things are. The Schars
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March 04, 2009
cheryl mahaffay: ...
We are thankful here in Luverne for the many times Bill Holm read for us both at the Blue Mound State Park,where he still felt the presence of Siouxland's Frederick Manfred, and on the stage of our Palace Theatre a few months past. We will miss him greatly.
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March 02, 2009
Kathleen Maloney: ...
Dear Marcy, I remember being at a workshop once with Bill. It might have in your part of the state down SW. Bill talked a bit and read a few poems and excerpts. He started off on the topic that people identify and value each other by what they "do." "I'm a plumber" for example. Bill said everybody understands that because plumbers fix things. But being an artist, a writer, nobody thinks that is important. So Bills says "I'm a writer. I fix metaphors." And then he reads his brilliant work. I will never forget that. Thank goodness he fixed metaphors for the rest of us for so many years. The world always needs its creative plumbing looked after and Bill was sure handy.

Blessings and peace to you Marcy.

Kathleen Maloney, Minneapolis
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March 02, 2009
Eric Johnson: ...
I enjoyed my conversations with Bill. I have lived in Minneota for thirteen years and had several opportunities to enjoy his musical talent. Bill is an individual who made our community interesting. My condolences to Marcy and the rest of Bill's family.
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March 02, 2009
Susan Haynes: ...
One of the great fortunes of my life was to be able to stand from time to time within the aura of Bill's great talent. Thanks to marrying local boy Robert Borson, I have known Bill for nearly 30 years, and have turned to his essays and poems so many times for joy, comfort, solace, spirit, and peace. He made champions of boxelder bugs and geniuses of us ordinary folk.
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March 02, 2009
Lee O. Hagglund: ...
February 27, 2009

Bill Holm: In Memoriam

I first met Bill at Minnesota Boys State when we were both in High School, he from Minneota and I from St. Peter. We became friends almost immediately, an experience common to most who met Bill. Imagine my delight when we both showed up in the freshman class at Gustavus Adolphus College in the fall of 1961. I wound up living with another friend that first year, but during our sophomore year Bill and I shared a room.
Our academic interests were quite different. I was majoring in mathematics and German and Bill in English. But we shared a passion for music, and we both were fortunate to get into the Gustavus Choir, I as a bass and Bill as a tenor. Bill was an incredibly versatile musician with wide-ranging and eclectic tastes. Often late at night while I was working on mathematics Bill would sit up in bed with scores of classical works and listen to them in his head. He was a demon on the piano. Scary good! I’ve always felt with the proper discipline and motivation Bill could have been a first-rate classical pianist. But all of you who knew him recognize that such a path would have been too narrow for Bill, a fact proved over and over by his later brilliance in writing poetry and essays and in his teaching. For a time at Gustavus he had two jobs: playing piano Friday and Saturday nights in a local bar and playing the organ in church on Sunday morning. Given Bill’s penchant for alcoholic beverages, some of those Sunday morning gigs were memorable. He told me one morning he hadn’t rehearsed any of the organ pieces that he intended to play, so he simply played Beatles’ songs at a very slow and stately tempo. (If you don’t believe me, play “Yesterday” adagio and tell me that doesn’t sound pretty churchy.) No one in the congregation was the wiser. At the end of that sophomore year, like most students, Bill and I were stressed out over finals. By prearrangement, when we finished our last exams we got together in our room and locked the door, put Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony on the stereo, turned the volume up to 10, sat with our backs to the opposite wall with idiotic grins on our faces and let all the Sturm und Drang of academic life slowly leak from our bodies.
Bill was a passionate student but had little patience for the bureaucracy of coursework and institutional learning. If he was interested in something he made A’s and A-pluses; if not he’d get an F or turn in an incomplete. It was all the same to him. Just so it didn’t get in the way of learning what he wanted to. Here’s my favorite story of Bill the contrarian. He was taking a course in musical composition. The assignment was to write a piano composition in the style of J.S. Bach. When I heard him practice his piece I thought he WAS playing Bach, but he told me later that it was what he had written for the assignment. The professor gave him an A- for the piece because at some point he had violated one of the rules of Baroque counterpoint. Bill was steaming! The next assignment was to write an original composition in the Baroque style, so, and this is pure Bill Holm, he wrote one that observed the counterpoint rules to the jot and tittle but was dissonant and cacophonous to the ear. The professor gave Bill an A on that one, and was a good enough sport to have a good laugh with us over the audacity of it.
When we were no longer roommates I saw him mainly for Gustavus Choir rehearsals and concerts, and we spent a good deal of time together while the choir was on tour. In those days, contract bridge was all the rage among college students and Bill and I made good partners. My cerebral, mathematical approach to the game complemented Bill’s wildly intuitive but effective bidding very well. During choir tour we always conducted a bridge tournament on the buses. Bill and I won that tournament two out of four years in the choir.
Alas, when we graduated we went our separate ways into graduate programs, Bill in English at Kansas and I in mathematics at Duke, and we didn’t communicate on a regular basis. When Bill started publishing his books I read every one of them and recommended them to anyone I met. His writings have a healthy group of fans here at Wofford College, where I teach. We had always intended to have him come to Wofford as one of the authors in our writers’ series, and now we’re kicking ourselves for waiting too long. I always followed his career and knew he was teaching at Southwest State, and that he had moved back into his family’s house in Minneota. A few years ago when I had the chance I wrote to Bill and told him I was coming home and wanted to come visit him in Minneota. The years dropped away, and it was like we had seen each other the day before instead of 20 or 30 years ago. Bill has left us a lot of wonderful books. Those of us who loved him will have to console ourselves in their reading and rereading. But nothing can replace his outsized talent and personality. Damn it, Bill. The world is a sorrier place without you!

Lee O. Hagglund
Professor of Mathematics
Wofford College



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March 01, 2009
James & Martha Melrose: ...
No words can even come close to express what we feel in a time of loss of someone so full of life, love and happyness.
Our hearts go out to you. You and your family will be in our thoughts and prayers.

Jim & Martha
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February 28, 2009
Holly Kuchera: ...
It's hard to believe anyone like Bill could die. He had such a love for life and all its wonders. Those of us who knew Bill, in any capacity - reader, writer, friend or student - will always remember him as he was, a big voice in the big prairie. Thank you Bill for at all times being true to yourself, your work and your music. We'll miss you.
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February 27, 2009
Nancy Nelson: ...
I am so sorry to hear of Little Bill's passing. It deeply saddens our family. I told my Mother that "Little Bills in heaven with Auntie Jona and Uncle Bill telling and writing stories, entertaining all his beloved "Aunties." ( He was their favorite)

Last summer Bill gave us our annual tour of Minneota. We had a grand time. I'm so
glad we have those most recent memories.

I will never forget Little Bill's eyes! Auntie Jona's expresssion and Uncle Bill's color.
(They were very much characters too!)

Thanks Little Bill for all the FUN! ............we really are going to miss you!

Cousin, Nancy Nelson (Auntie Ole's grandaughter and Emy Lou's daughter


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February 27, 2009
Nancy Nelson: ...
I'm so sad to hear of Little Bill's passing. I told my Mother "He is heaven with Jona and Big Bill, telling stories and writing, amusing all his Aunties." (He was their favorite)
I will always remember his eyes! They were Jona's eyes (expression) and Big Bill's color. (sky blue)
Last summer Bill gave us our annual tour of Minneota, I'm so glad! I would have never missed if for the world!
Thanks Little Bill!

Cousin, Nancy Nelson (Emy Lou's daughter, Auntie Ole's grandaughter)

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February 27, 2009
Bob Borson: ...
Carl Sandburg wrote: "O prairie mother, I am one of your boys. I have loved the prairie as a man with a heart shot full of pain over love." Those words could well apply to Bill. What a blessing that he lived to receive the well-deserved recognition bestowed on him by the McKnight Foundation. But what a loss for all of us that he is no longer here to cajole us, entertain us and regale us with his wonderful wit and joy of life.
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February 27, 2009
Liberty Heise: ...
Bill Holm influenced my life from my 16th year when I was handed "Coming home crazy." I wrote to him, he wrote me back and I've followed his simple advice of digging deep and digging in to my birthplace and the family I came from. He is such a bright light. His travels to those cold clear outer edges kept my perception sharp and my thoughts trained on the most important things - words, people and seeing the world you live in. I hold him up as one of the greatest influences. A piece of him lives in all I do.
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February 27, 2009
Mary Martin: ...
I was so sorry to hear about Bill's death. He taught me so many things--how to love the prairie, how to explore the history of an area by visiting its cemeteries (something my husband and I do to this day); how to play the harpischord at 6 a. m. He was a truly great man, and we are all diminished by his absence.
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February 27, 2009
Sandy Bergman, Glenwood MN: ...
I was saddened to see Bill had died and just happenstance on the same day, one year later as fellow musician, Baritone Bob Bergman. Bob & Bill did several concerts together in their younger days. A memory Bob & I cherished was when Bill invited us – again in the younger days – to the Garrison Keillor radio show live from Minneota. As his guests, we were introduced to Thor Heyerdahl books, local antiques and antique buildings and the local pub. Thank you Bill for all the info on box elder bugs. You will be missed.
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February 26, 2009
Sari Kilheffer: ...
Bill was one-of-a-kind. He was big, bigger than life! But mostly, he was a great presence to the rural landscape of Southwester Minnesota. The territory will not be the same. Thanks to Bill for making each of us he touched better and bigger human beings.
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February 26, 2009
Taff Roberts: ...
A week last Saturday night we picked up Bill at his winter digs in Patagonia and took him out to dinner at Mercedes Mexican Resteraunt in downtown Patagonia. He raved about the bean burritos and I got to sit across the table from the Viking Prairie Poet. Bill was becoming a bird watcher and told us of the Great Snowy Owl poem he was working on. He had spied the great white bird at the end of the runway when leaving Minnesota a few weeks ago. He was happy in Patagonia and he was writing well he said. He spoke of the great faith he had in our new President and the long night we had been through. I got to see him again in Tucson a week ago last Monday and he was off to have lunch with the Ambassodor to Iceland! That was the last time I saw him.
Oh my, what a loss. Tonight dear William I will drink to you and your giant spirit, your love of life, music and all that was dear to you heart.
My sympathies to you Marcy, Lester, Chuck and families.
Taff Roberts.
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February 26, 2009
Sharon Bahn Williams: ...
My condolences to the family of Bill Holm. I wish I could write words of sympathy as eloquent as Bill would have done for someone. I can say his wit and wisdom will be missed.
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February 26, 2009
Brent Olson: ...
Oh, Marcy, Robin and I are so very sad for your loss.

Our son was just home last week and said we needed to invite you guys up for some good food and a little whiskey. Please let us know if there is anything we can do.

Best wishes,
Brent and Robin Olson
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February 26, 2009
Sandy Bergman, Glenwood MN: ...
I couldn't hardly believe it - Bill died to the day, one year later, then his friend Bob Bergman, baritone. Bob so enjoyed doing duets with him..he was an fun person as I remember from out younger days. An overnight visit with him for a Garrison concert in Minneota was a memory etched in both our minds. It was thanks to Bill that I got reading Thor Heyerdahl books. And introduced to the fun side of the boxelder bug. Please accept my condolences.
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February 26, 2009
Elaine Lilly: ...
oh, Bill! I heard you roar after all ... this pop-up message said "your message will be reviewed by admin" and then it was gone. Maybe it said "your words will be reviewed by admin" ... I don't remember because I could hear you snarling and it was delightfully distracting !! I have to send this message so I can get the little pop-up message right. And write about it.
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February 26, 2009
Elaine Lilly: ...
Such a voice that has gone silent. Instinctively I reached for old favorites (the bugs, the black piano, "anywhere on earth") that have always sounded out in Bill's thunderous voice in my head. Today I only heard my voice, reading. I'm confident the booming tones will return but not today. Today I'm too sad to hear them.

Thanks for everything, Bill. My condolences to your real family and friends from one of the reader/listeners to whom you SEEMED like family and friend.
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February 26, 2009
Glenn W. Strand: ...
Sincere sympathies to Bill Holm's family and close friends on their recent loss.

Bill's jocular character, perceptive writing, and eclectic musicality always brought joy, wisdom, and solace to his widely extended family of readers and listeners. His presence, on this good earth, will be sadly missed. But the resonance of his mellifluous voice and his outsize influence will still persist -- in his books, within our hearts, and echoing across the windswept terra firma of his much favored Prairies.

Thank you again Bill.
Glenn W. Strand, Minneapolis, Minn.
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February 26, 2009
Rich Dietman: ...
I am deeply saddened to hear of the loss of this literary giant of the prairie. What a spirit he had! I will remember him for his deep, smooth voice, his love of a good joke and writing that magnified the simple beauty of rural Minnesota.
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February 26, 2009

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