Tuesday, November 12, 2019
I was saddened to hear of Father Ed's passing. I did not know him very well; we met a few years ago when he first tried moving into the John XXIII housing at St. Dominic's. I had been in the habit of visiting the ill and retired priests there for a number of years and, one night, as I was leaving after dark, I saw an unfamiliar car parked outside the residences and walked over to give it a look-see. As I did so, I heard a voice from the darkened patio nearest to the car saying "That's my car. What do you want?" It turned out to be Father Ed, sitting on the porch having a moment with his pipe - and a wee bit of scotch,,,Chivas Regal, I think. I introduced myself and told him why I was "hanging around" the residences and visiting some of the priests on campus each week. He told me didn't like it there- it was too loud - and that he would probably head back up to his place outside Cold Spring. We talked a while and I continued to visit with him on subsequent weeks until he did, indeed, head back to his place in the woods. He had given me directions to find it, and I intended to go up and see him there someday, but sadly, that never happened and then he ended up back at St. Dominic's again, this time apparently for good. I enjoyed the times I spent chatting with him and know he was a good priest and a good man. I know he is in a great cabin up in heaven with the Lord. God Bless Father Ed and his family.
Peace, Duane Bradley
