Dale M. Holsopple Biography

This is a story, a fairytale of true events, that happened in the life of an unremarkable man...

One day, not too long ago, the unremarkable man was in love with a beautiful woman. He thought she was beautiful no matter what she did, and when she thought she looked her worst, he saw her natural beauty. One day the unremarkable man got a chance to show his beautiful lover how beautiful she really was, for he (and she) had been invited to a huge ball.
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The memory of that day is scarred into my brain like the burns on my face. Night after night the nightmare plays over and over. As I pour over snapshots in the family album I wish they were here still, my parents. The night that both of them died is a night that I will remember until I take my last breath. I fear that will be soon, so let me share with you the night that I have talked with no one about in my long life.

It was a chilly May evening; my father was coming home from Germany where his job had taken him. I had never seen a Zeppelin before and my mother took me to meet my father when he got home. The night was a disaster that would be immortalized by a radio broadcast. My mind has hid the movement of the Zeppelin from me, how it crashed to the ground, there are only four images that remain in my mind to this day. I will share them with you now, if you will listen to an old man.
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