Mom loved to dance. She would dance anywhere as the opportunity arose. Having grown up in the era of dance halls and dance cards, she would and could dance well with anyone. Her diaries mention many dance partners and who the good dancers ( and not so good) were in her high school  and elsewhere. She loved doing the Jitter Bug, the Charleston, and many others. When she started dating Charles E. Holzer, Jr.  she found her favorite dance partner.  She mentioned many times that when she and Dad got married he promised her that they would go dancing every Saturday night, and that her biggest disappointment was that they weren't able to because of his being on call most weekends.
Mom and Dad loved to waltz . Whenever they were anywhere at a dance and a waltz was played, they would start waltzing and the whole crowd would stop dancing and give them the floor. They glided around the floor with the greatest of grace and ease, completely in sync and joyfully moving to the music. It was a privilege to watch them dance, sometimes doing so in their own living room! 
I remember many stories about all the dances they went to over the years, but one in particular comes to mind. They were at an Elks Club Christmas Dance and Mom was asked to dance by a much older Mr. Knight. After she politely danced with him for a few minutes, she tried to signal her friend Gene Wetherholt to cut in and dance with her. He shook his head no. After the dance was over, she went over to Gene and jokingly called him mean for not "saving" her.  From then on Mom called him "Mean Gene", and has been used lovingly throughout the Wetherholt and Holzer families ever since. 
When Mom went to Holzer Assisted Living she really enjoyed dancing with the students from the career center when they came in the Spring for "Senior Prom". She was still cutting a rug until age 98, the last time with her walker to hold onto. I know that now Mom and Dad are dancing together again.  

I have been sorting through Mom's many recipe boxes, my mouth watering as I remember eating many of the recipes found there. Mom was not known to be a great cook ( she never came up with her own recipe for anything), but she sure managed to make others' recipes well! After her Mom died, she took over making the famous pimiento cheese spread that was loved by many in the family. I helped her make it every Christmas when I was growing up and helped deliver decorative cups of it to friends all around town. It became such a tradition that people missed it once she was no longer able to make it at home, I surprised Mom and a few of her friends a few Christmases ago by making it myself and passing it around. I gained new respect for Mom by making it, because the recipe only made enough to gift to 6 people, and I remember helping to make at least 75-100 cups of it every Christmas!
Another recipe she was famous for was her frozen English Toffee Meringue Dessert ( also known as Heath Toffee Bar dessert). She would make this every few months when I was still living at home, and would always have it available in the freezer for any guests who came, invited or unexpected. It is still spoken about frequently. I may take up making that as well!
I loved looking through all the recipes, as there are many from many of Mom's friends who are no longer with us. Their recipes live on, and my memories of all of the delicious food that was made in our home or brought to our home are unforgettable. 

Some stories of Mrs. Holzer will bring a smile or giggle to you...as it always has done for me...

When we would go out to eat, if Mrs. Holzer needed a server, she would wave her napkin and sing out, “You hoo!!!” 

When we were out and about with her, and she saw someone she knew, she would greet them with a melodic, “Hi, hi, hi!!”

When asking for a sandwich at home, she would ask for “just a half.”  Shortly thereafter, she’d ask for the other half!!

Mom loved to garden, but was frustrated with the clay that she encountered when she was trying to grow her flowers and vegetables. Sometime in the 1980's she decided to order some goat manure from the mushroom farm in Jackson,OH, having heard how great it was. She called and ordered a " truckload" of manure, not specifying the amount of manure she was looking for. One day the next week, a semi-truck backed into her side yard and dumped a pile of manure that was almost as tall as the log cabin that was just a little farther over in the yard. She was shocked when she saw it, and they would not take any of it back, so she started whittling away at it, little by little, putting it in every flower bed and garden around the house. After she was done with that, the pile barely had a dent in it! So she started begging friends to come and take some for their gardens, sometimes providing bags for them to take it away in. As you can imagine, the weather was hot, and when the slightest wind blew, the whole neighborhood smelled like manure! It took several years to use the whole pile of manure, but Mom had beautiful flowers and vegetables for years to come! She really learned a lesson that summer that you really need to know which kind of truck you are referring to when you order a truckload!