Leonard W. Holl, Beverly, KS, died 2 April 2011 in the Lincoln County Hospital. Leonard was 86. He was born 16 July 1924 on the family farm north of Shady Bend. His parents were Harry Henry and Martha (Wolting) Holl. Leonard was a farmer/stockman/dairyman all his life. He is survived by wife Doris E. (Wolford) Holl; two brothers, Alfred Holl of Oklahoma City, OK, and Raymond Holl of Beloit; a daughter-in-Law Marsha Holl of Valley Center, KS, and her son Ty Robert Holl also of Valley Center, KS. Leonard was preceded in death by his parents, a son Robert, and four brothers: Harold, Delbert, Lavern and Royal Holl. The funeral service will be Tuesday, 5 April 2011 at 10:00 Am at the Hall Funeral Chapel, Reverend Jonathan Harvey officiating. Visitation will also be at the Chapel 1-7:00 P.M. Monday, 4 April 2011 with family present 6-7:00 P.M. Interment will follow in the Lincoln City Cemetery. A luncheon will follow the committal at the United Methodist Church in Lincoln. Memorials may be to the Beverly Community Church in care of the funeral home. Leonard "Len" Holl had six brothers. Each one of the boys had to take turns in the kitchen and garden, as their mom directed. There was a well by the house. Len jokingly said, "There were seven boys, but they're not sure how many had been thrown down the well earlier." The brothers put the Holl in limestone rock on the side of the big hill. Their father was mad and was going to make them pile the rock on the hill, until he received several compliments. He met Doris in high school, where she was a cheerleader and drum major. He played the bass drum. She said, "She's led him around all his life." One day the two decided "today's the day." It was rainy and roads were muddy. Because of that Doris forged Len's parents' signature on the permission slip. They went to the courthouse and were married by the justice of the peace. At one point in his life he was diagnosed with TB. He spent ten months and ten days in Norton, Kansas, a TB center, where he had a lung removed. It was an experimental surgery with little chance of success. They told him never to go back to farming. Little did they know his determination and will. He and Doris were always together, whether it be farming, milking cows, or getting dressed up on Saturday night to "kick the gong" with their Moose friends. Len had a terrific memory for dates, not just birthdays and anniversaries of the family, but extended family and friends. He was a loving and gentle man who stood firm in his convictions and beliefs. His work ethic was unquestionable. He'd work until the job was done, no matter the toll on him. Len had a love for nature and the Wild West. Everyone knew his "back when I was on the trail"stories, where he was a scout. In the stories he'd scout out where the current bushes were. The wagons would then circle up and plug their microwaves into the current bushes. We'll miss those stories. Happy trails to you, Len, until we meet again