Oneightys service is Sat at one pm

[JitterbugPerfume]

Pattie E mailed me and said if we wanted something read at his service that was especially meaningful to let her know. I suggested his poem "Batten Down the Hatches " If anyone has a suggestion , please let me know and I will tell the family . She (and the whole family) send their love and appreciation to all of his DU family Batten can be found in the writing forum , probably in the back pages, and it is the "back bone" of his book , Kazuko

[Haole Girl]

1. Thanks for the post

I don't have suggestions, but will give this a kick.

Are you doing ok, JitterbugPerfume...considering? :grouphug:

[JitterbugPerfume]

4. everything considered

I am fine. Thank you for thinking of me:loveya:

[JitterbugPerfume]

5. I am going to ask Pattie

to send me his obituary later . I do not want to burden her with it right now

[Bossy Monkey]

2. I can't find Ed's obituary at the Buffalo News' website

Teena said that he had run a very popular Myrtle Beach surf shop in the '70s so I wanted to forward it to the MB paper but it just isn't there. Hopefully it will be in by Friday.

PS: Kazuko is also at The Necessary Language, here: http://www.thenecessarylanguage.com/2006/01/kazuko.html#more Just amazing.

[Tyler Durden]

3. This could be a Surfer's Eulogy.

Surf's Up
Beach Boys

A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, brother john?

Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in auld lang syne

The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die

A choke of grief hard hardened i
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song


It reads like a poem. Just a suggestion.

[Dangerously Amused]

6. I can't think of anything good enough

...to pay proper tribute to him.


:cry:



How I wish I could be there Saturday. Any other DUers going? Anybody know of any cheap flights?

[Dangerously Amused]

7. I thought of this.

"The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein, the story from my childhood, reminds me most of Ed.



THE GIVING TREE by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.



Just a thought, but in my mind Ed will always personify the beautiful Giving Tree.

[skygazer]

8. Oh, bummer! I didn't know we'd lost him!

I saw the post which said he was in the hospital again but I didn't know he didn't make it. :cry: I can't think of anything right off but I'm so sorry to hear the news. :(