Eda (and Angelo) enriched our lives in so many ways during the 19 years we lived at 1 Barberry Road--just two houses away. Her art (we have a fabulous print of 5 cows and a charcoal drawing of her cat--both of which we treasure), her wit and wisdom, the many talks we enjoyed, her twinkle and her ability to make others feel good and happy when with her--and, of course, the pizellas and pizzas she spontaneously brought over.
I will quote the last paragraph of an essay that our son, Andrew, when he was in high school, wrote about Angelo after interviewing him as this ending paragraph really focuses on Eda.
"One often recurring theme in Arcangelo's art is that of his life with Eda as a fantastic dance between two flowers. Eda describes this dance in this way. 'When Angelo knew he was going to marry me, he carved a hope chest which tells a story in abstract symbols. The two spirits dancing are us, and there are tragedies in life one can't avoid, and finally, the meeting of the poppy, which is him, and the daisy which is me." Andrew commented, "This seems appropriate: two flowers, dancing through the good and bad of the world, seeing beauty, and adding to it some of their own.
What a treasure she was.. our condolences to her family.