Susan, Jonathan, & Jeffry,
I was thinking of all of you and LaRue White and my time as your neighbor in Olive Branch. I've forgotten the old street address & was trying to call LaRue so I could send you all a Christmas card & found her phone is no longer in service so I decided to Google you & see if your address came up but Ed's obituary came up instead. I am so sorry to hear that he passed on and know you must miss him terribly. He was such a nice man and neighbor. I hope you receive this message. I think of you often & my time as your neighbor. Much love, Joanne Beckett Quigley
May your memory and smile always flicker on and shine as bright as candle light.
Ed (we called him Eddie growing up) is the son of my father's niece, Eleanor. Eleanor married Sidney who went to school with my mother but had eyes only for Eleanor. Sid worked in the NYC garment district at Little lady Coat Company--ensuring that all the girl cousins had warm winter and fashionable spring coats each year.
When we were kids in the Bronx, we visited one relative or another on weekends. Eddie liked to play gin rummy (he marked the deck!). There was also snow sledding on the streets in winter--much to the terror of whichever parent was on duty at the time. We ate delicious Jewish deli sandwiches and sour pickles on Saturday night or veal parmigiana and pasta on Sundays.
Ed was the first in his family to graduate from college; he majored in a new field: computer science which served him well throughout his working years. After he married and moved to the south, he learned to fly a plane and opened a flight school. As we all grew older and retired from our various professions, Ed looked forward to spending time with his wife Susan and enjoying his sons and grandson. Nothing and no one meant more to Ed than family. Yet he found time for golfing and swimming, photography, telling really bad jokes, and acquiring a pit bull lovingly named Patton. He also initiated and researched a family genealogy project that, it is hoped, son Jonathan will continue.
Ed's illness, from diagnosis to death, lasted only a few months, during which time his spirit radiated courage and good humor. In our last visit in May, I listened to his soft voice tinged with traces of a southern drawl and laced with intonations from the Bronx. He loved the Yankees and NY bagels. We loved him. We still hear his voice. He is with us.
Louise DeSantis Deutsch, Cape Cod MA
Ed was my cousin, his mother was my mother's niece. To our family, he was known as Eddie, after his maternal grandfather Eddie Conchiglio. About four years ago, Eddie began researching our family tree, and discovered that his grandfather was in fact named Enrico and not Edward. He was so tickled to discover this. Eddie was often very nostalgic and about a year ago he came to New York to visit and we drove to the old neighborhood in the Bronx and took pictures of the places where we grew up. He was very touched to see so many things looking the same as he remembered.
When Eddie and I were pre-schoolers, his mother often brought him to visit and we usually started fighting over the big green chair in the dining room. If we came to blows, his Aunt Anna would chase us and we would hide under the dining room table. Although we were giggling, his mother and aunt would wonder out loud where we could have disappeared to. When he got a bit older, he kept a deck of marked cards in his roll top desk, that no one was allowed to open. It was a long time before I sneaked open that desk and figured out why he always wore rose tinted glasses when we played cards and how it was he always beat me.
Eddie was extremely family oriented. When I was married, he was still in the army. He requested leave to attend my wedding and then drove for many hours to arrive at the church on time. He was Godfather to my son Timothy, a firefighter who was lost in the line of duty on 9/11 at the WTC.
After his retirement, Ed visited us often. He and his lovely wife Susan had one of those marriages everyone hopes to have but few achieve. They still cherished each other after almost forty years, and they still held hands. Ed's wish for retirement was just to spend time with his wife. He was a proud and devoted father and grandfather as well. A gentle and loving man, we were blessed to have him in our family and will miss him a great deal.
Mr. Allen was a great man I met him only a few times and I was welcomed in his home. I will never forget when I was invited to his home for the 4th of July in 2000 since this was a hard time for me since I was so far from home. Mr. & Mrs. Allen made me feel like I was one of the family. Jonathan is my best friend and I consider him my brother so My thoughts and prayers are with him and the whole Allen family.
Ed was my first nephew, and always had a very important place in my heart. I loved to baby sit for him, and he was a really good child, and he grew up to be a really good man.
Carole and I always looked forward to Ed and Susan's visits in Florida, and we will miss him very much.
Our thoughts are with Susan, Jonathan, Jeffrey and Mitchell at this time.
Love, Carole and Mal Allen