Frank Holland

I so sorry to the bad news about Frank dying. We went to Lawrence Central together. My God bless your hearts now and forever.

Joe So sorry to hear about Frank. I hate this getting older. Wish we were all still back in highschool. Hope you are doing ok. You are in my Thoughts and Prayers. Love, Sarah Johnson

Frank, As I write these very lines, I'm looking at two pictures of you, which were taken in August 1965 during our 45rpm demo recording session in a studio at the old WIFE radio station building. I've also been listening to 60s music in your memory -- many of them songs that we played. Yet, somehow, I think that Don McLean's opening words to American Pie (1972) seem fitting: "A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile; and I know if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while..." Well...did you ever make them dance, and what incredible fun we had. Thanks for all the wonderful memories, my friend, and your great generosity. You won't be forgotten. Phil

My sympathy to Frank's loved ones. I, too, am a member of Frank's LCHS Class of '65. I have such fond memories of him as a beautiful, sweet boy. I'm saddened he is gone so soon.

Frank was an exceptional drummer with a unique style that no one else ever duplicated. He was an original musician and a good soul. We stated playing in a band called the "Surfing Birds" when I was in Junior High. This was before the Hollands moved across the street from Lawrence Central High School. There wasn't much Surf in Lawrence, Indiana in those days so we changed the name to the Chancellors. Frank was 3 years older than me and I looked up to him and learned a lot from him. His parents were very kind to me at a time when it mattered. Frank and Virginia Holland raised Frank Jr. to be a kind and gentile human being and I love them all. I can shut my eyes now and hear Frank singing some of his creative verses to "Louie Louie" in about 1964. I love you Frank and I will miss you. Arlin Troutt