Last spring Jeanette Holiman Stewart, my wife Barbara and I had the joy of visiting the multigenerational family of Richard Holiman in Florida. It was really a genealogical fest as we compared notes on the Hollyman paternal line from England to Virginia in 1650 and the diaspora throughout America. Along the generations, the name has been spelled several ways. The Holiman spelling largely emerged when the Warren Holliman family in the late 1830s moved from the Carolinas first to Alabama and then to Arkansas, dropping an ‘l’ along the way.
This blog also introduces
a new genealogist of our shared lineages, my daughter Grace A. Holliman, pictured right, an
English major from Virginia Tech gifted with story writing skills. As with me,
she appreciates how our families have lived and moved through history. In this article, she interviews our distant cousins. – Glenn
N. Holliman
The Richard S. Holiman Family Story, Part 1 by Grace A. Holliman
“He wasn’t afraid to go off the beaten path….” – Jeff Holiman on his father, Richard Holiman
As I began my virtual interview with Jeff Holiman and his
father, Richard, the first thing I noticed was the genuine connection between
the two generations. Jeff (b.1971) and Richard (b. 1946), were at ease sitting next
to each other at a table in Jeff’s home in Clearwater, Florida. As we began our
introductions I had the pleasure of meeting Gina, Jeff’s wife, who has been an
important contributor to Jeff’s Holiman family research. Jeff also credited his
aunt, Lynda Holiman Jones, with sparking his interest in genealogy over
twenty-five years ago.
Gina (left) wife of Jeff with Jeanette Holiman Stewart, author of the Ancestry.com Hollyman Family site. They stand in front of a genealogical map produced by the Richard Holiman families.
Jeff recalled a trip to Beijing’s Tiananmen Square. “On one
corner there was a solider with a machine gun and on another corner, a Kentucky
Fried Chicken. The KFC had a long line wrapped around the building. Because we
were Westerners, our guide took us to the front of the line where we were
served quickly. It was uncomfortable. As we ate, I watched our guide consume every
morsel of chicken off the bone. I compared his bare chicken bones to our pile of
bones with bits of meat and gristle still on them that we were going to throw
away.”
Jeff remembered how Richard would take him down streets where guides didn’t take tourists. “Dad would take us to see everything. We would walk around the block and see men squatting in alleys playing Mahjonng or Go. He wasn’t afraid to go off the beaten path to show us what life was really like.” Jeff paused and added, “I have deep respect for the vast, rich history of the Asian culture and appreciation for the life my parents gave me in the U.S.”
Note: the story will be continued in the next blog. To learn more about Hollyman and associated families, please go to the comprehensive archive of over 3,500 items at www.bholliman.com. This site also contains information on the parental Hollyman lines (various spellings) as far back as the 1300s in England.
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