I knew Ed as Mr. Malloy, a neighbor in the Highlands section of Portland. I loved sports and he knew it. We'd talk about it and he'd give me his Sports Illustrated magazines when he was done reading them. I had a pile of them all over, under and around my nightstand. I also got to see his competitive fire playing basketball at the old Lee Rec on Munjoy Hill. I was a kid playing with adults. He'd run you off the court and would always have a big smile on his face before and after play...it was obvious he loved athletics and competition. He played hard but clean and composed. He was a terrific adult role model for a kid who really needed one about then. I will always have the fondest memories of Mr. Malloy. My sympathies to his family and friends.
I got to know Ed quite well, both through my seven years as GM of the then brand new Cumberland County Civic Center starting in 1977, and then, as the result of more good fortune months later when we built our home, as his "next door" neighbor on Eben Hill Road on Cousin's Island in Yarmouth.
Learning of his passing, it is a 'less than happy' thought that does, however, bring back a lot of good memories. He was as classy a person as I got to know in my time there.
To his family, many of whom will likely remember us, our sincere regrets on this occasion of his passing. My prayers are with him, and with you.
Jack Nicholson, Boston
I knew Ed through my dad (Bob Harris) for decades as they worked in the same professions. I always adored him. He had the greatest smile and a laugh like no other. He was always positive, caring and genuine in his time with you. My dad loved him too and they were very close. When my dad got sick Ed was always there to offer a ride, stay with him, or support the rest of us. He was a wonderful man, and certainly had a wonderful family. God speed and rest in peace Ed. Walk easy, we'll take it from here. Our deepest sympathies to your children and grandchildren. On behalf of Bob Harris's family.
Ed and I first met in the first grade of Grasmere School in the public school system of Fairfield Connecticut. Ed enjoyed reminding me over the years that I had on a sailor hat then and often thereafter. We remained close friends through high school and later. We went to different colleges under the same US Navy schiolarship program but remained in constant tourch with each other for the rest of our lives, Without doubt, losing him now is nothing less than losing a part of myself.
My wife Carol and I and our family join with Ed's family in mourning the loss of this remarkable person,
their loss with Ed's family.
Dear Uncle Ed,
Thanks for Foxie. That surprisingly life-like, life-size dog on wheels you sent to me from Africa before I was old enough to speak. David, Sally and I traveled a lot of miles on Foxie. Your great nephews did too. Hearing about you whenever I walked over to Grandma and Grandpa's house, which was pretty often when I was a kid, made me feel as if I had been there when you were growing up. That stolen baseball glove was one of my favorite stories. Your choosing an ROTC scholarship over a free ride, was one of my first glimmers into the truly good man that you were, and the subtle beginning of your work as a role model for me, and, as a result, my children. I never got tired of hearing stories about you, and Grandma and Grandpa never got tired of telling them. (I'm thinking that all of we grandchildren know what I am talking about. Don't worry Mom and Aunt Ann, they bragged about you too!) When I took piano lessons, (we did not own a piano) I would walk over to Colony St. to practice on Grandma's piano on the day before my lesson; and sometimes, afterwards, over my 3oz. juice glass of black cherry soda, we would sit in the living room and talk. I loved when none of us had things to do, maybe it would be raining, and on those days the old album full of newspaper stories would come out, and we would review the history of your amazing football career at Yale. Grandpa walking into the middle of that football field,surrounded by a stadium full of people, and scared to death that you were badly hurt; that is an image that lingers still. Your naval adventures, masters degree... One might think a girl would feel intimidated by her uncle....
And then, not too often, I would see you. And your smiling face would look so happy to see me. Always so happy to see me, you would be so interested in how I was doing, no matter how young I was,or how teenager-y, and your face would literally light up. Like I was just so special. I think that might have been your greatest gift. To be so interested in,curious about, happy to see, all of us. Your intelligence, achievements, courage and character will be passed down through and by your children.( And I like to think,and I hope you might too, by your nieces and nephews!.) However, it is your humility, and your unconditional acceptance of and love for us, with all our strengths and flaws, that I am most grateful for, Thank you Uncle Ed. You will be a part of me always.