To the editor,
I firmly believe that events in life arrive in threes, especially death. For my family and I this past summer, it came in fours. We were not related to any of these people. Still the pain of loss was felt.
Dang it! Mrs. Holthouser I miss you! I swear I can feel your presence in the halls of good old EHS. I guess that is why I wear my old band hat with the antlers at pep rallies on Fridays, no matter how tired I am. I knew the word integrity as a noun until I had you as a teacher, then I realized it was a verb.
Button Bryan, thank you for helping me reach my goal of getting a college degree by pushing and giving high expectations. For helping me to travel, providing books and not charging late fees. Thanks for allowing me to drop by anytime, day or night, always listening and advising.
Mrs. Jane Eidson, you were the epitome of the phrase always be kind to strangers because they could be angels in disguise. Jane you were our angel who took all us strangers in and made all of us feel important and loved. You helped so many people and made this stranger realize there are angels on this earth. We all miss you.
Most of you did not know Zollie Travis. He was a teacher and historian who lived part time in Piney Creek. He was beautiful, white hair, beard, blue, blue eyes and a seasoned flirt. I learned so much about Piney Creek through his teachings, showing me where the community’s old mill was with the date engraved on the side of the rock. Another time he let me see a print he loved, it was called SEPTEMBER MORN by the artist Paul Emile Chabas. I was intrigued. It was a unique and controversial painting. Zollie made us love and welcome him into our lives. He made us laugh.
One thing that I find hard about death is the way life just goes on. You have an emptiness that is always there. Some days it is searing. Others solitary but grief is the price we all pay when you love someone.
Elkin High School