Ed loved the small village in which he grew up - Princeton, Ontario. We went back there every year even the last few years. We had planted hosta on his parents' and grandparents' graves. They were growing beautifully the last time we were there. He would have liked to have gone last summer but time had caught up to him and we did not go. I felt it would be too hard on him and he agreed it was likely too much and we would do it next year. Ever the optimist Edward.
Edward loved cats. He used to sleep with his tabby cat when he was young. He is probably around three here he thought and he is at home in Princeton, Ontario. His brother Allen is with him in this picture again. A year since his father died and the little boy is smiling again. He searched and searched for his father for a long time as a two year old can not really understand what happened. Then he went through a period of not mentioning him which lasted a long time his mother said.
The same day and Edward is smiling for the camera holding on to his tabby kitten. Ed had the largest hands but his touch could be so gentle with his little girls. The girls used to like to put their hands inside of his big hands.
He loved his home but did finally sell it after his mother passed away. He had decided he did not want to move back to Princeton so far away from the work that he wanted to do in his research and he was not ready to retire yet. She died in 2000.
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