Memories of Edward "Ed" John DiMuro

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Edward "Ed" John DiMuro

Poughkeepsie, NY

September 6, 1947 - December 21, 2024

Sep 6, 1947 - Dec 21, 2024

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Diana DiMuro

Jean Becker

Lara Boyken

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Lara Boyken

This is how I picture Mr. DiMuro in my mind! How I’ll remember him. This is how I picture Mr. DiMuro in my mind! How I’ll remember him. This is how I picture Mr. DiMuro in my mind! How I’ll... Read more

Diana DiMuro

Ed, Papa John, Danny, Laura, Edie & Cristina

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Gaby DiMuro

Jennifer Monin

Diana DiMuro

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Gaby DiMuro

Jennifer Monin

I’ve been thinking of my experiences with Eddie as I walk my neighborhood day after day. The glory days of the 80’s-early 90’s always brings a smile to my face. Eddie- Mr. Wonderful. Big Ed. Fun, warmth, humor. Great Dancer! Such good times.
Growing up I always felt excitement at visiting my Godfather Uncle Eddie and his family in Wappingers Falls. For a few summers in the 1980’s I flew alone to the East Coast to stay with my grandparents and also with Ed and family. Starting at age 11 in 1984 I flew alone form SFO to JFK. I felt a sense of freedom leaving my nuclear family in California and going back to New York to my roots. I was embraced by my extended family. Papa John would proudly take me on tour to visit his siblings- most notably Anna next to Scalzi Park where we talked while having tea and cookies out of a pretty tin. We also visited the old-time barber shop to see Dominic, and would regularly visit with Albert, Lucy, Rose, and Cyndi Daddona. Other visitors included Danny and Edie and Marlene and Sal. We always shared good food and had lots of laughs.
From Papa’s home- I ventured to Eddie’s. Eddie was very nurturing back then. He was witty and funny and loving. I loved that he was current with movies and especially music. Reading Rolling Stone magazine was a treat. We listened to records like the Doobie Brothers and Meatloaf. I remember later on Eddie loving California Uber allées- by the Dead Kennedys and the version I loved by Disposable Heroes of Hypocrisy. He was the coolest.
While with my cousins we would put on shows- Jessie as the director and gymnast. We always had fun crafts like shrinky dinks and played with tiny mice that were dressed up. We watched all kinds of movies- but with Eddie we watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Breaking Away, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. I think Eddie’s rebellious side made him love Ferris but he would hilariously repeat the lines “Bueller, Bueller. Anyone. Anyone?” He was super smart, current and didn’t follow the norm. He questioned things and called bullshit.
Food was always central – Eddie taught me how to slice on onion. I vividly remember him showing me how to make cross hatch cuts and cut it perfectly. Nancy was working the night shift- so we had to be somewhat quiet while she slept in the day. Eddie cooked things I didn’t have at home- like chocolate chip pancakes (in different animal shapes) and a delicious authentic Italian gravy, meatballs and pasta. We always ate well. That is an understatement.
I was fortunate to go on some family vacations with the DiMuro clan. At that time Eddie worked with Absolut Vodka during the coolest ad campaign ever. He got us shirts with art from iconic artists including Keith Haring (my favorite), Kenny Scharf and Warhol. I learned about contemporary art from this and proudly wore the shirts back home at school. We vacationed in Ocean City, Maryland and the fancy Hamptons. We watched a Hobe cat race sponsored by his liquor company. Cold cuts at the beach- just lying in the sun and playing in the water, crushing on lifeguards. It was pure fun. Nancy had a love for crafts and I remember hearing Like the Weather for the first time by 10,000 Maniacs while walking with my cousins and Ed and Nancy down the aisle of a dreamy outdoor craft fair. Bliss. Eddie embraced being a father to three girls and was super proud of them.
One time I remember Eddie visiting us in Northern California. We drove to Gallo Winery and ate in a beautiful outdoor garden while noshing some delicious food and the adults drank wine. He was relaxed and smooth talked the staff and it felt very special to be there with him. He seemed like some sort of VIP.
In the early 90’s Eddie came to my rescue. I had been strangled in June of 1992 and pushed through to take a job as head naturalist at Camp Adirondak on Lake George. I flew shortly after to the east coast to work for the summer but upon arriving I did not feel safe at the camp with the counselors and director hard partying. I talked to Eddie on the phone, and he said to get out of there. He immediately drove all way to pick me up and I remember being alone with him in his new Pontiac Oldsmobile as we heading back to Wappingers. He drove with one arm while we talked and listened to music. He showed up for me in a big way. My family was away in Italy, and I once again got to spend more days with my beloved cousins which was deeply healing and what I needed.
Later in the 90’s I spent Thanksgiving at his home with my good friend Tal. Tal was a student at Yale Law School and we slept at Eddie’s. Eddie lent him a sleeping bag (maybe for the next place we stayed? Fran’s?) But Tal forgot to give it back. Tal realized this and said the longer time went by, the harder it was to return it and felt embarrassed. Fast forward to my wedding in 2002 when Eddie and Tal saw each other again. We all erupted in laughter when Tal said “Sleeping Bag!” We all knew what that meant and it was water under the bridge.
I saw Eddie less and less after Papa John died in 2009. Papa’s death was hard on him. I wonder if they are together sharing now stories and jokes. At the toast for Jessie’s wedding in the later 90’s he simply said, “Forever and ever and whatever.”
Sending love forever and ever.

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Diana DiMuro

Gaby DiMuro

Laura Monin

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Jessie Sherman

Jenny, I love this. Thank you for sharing your memories. XOXO- Jessie Jenny, I love this. Thank you for sharing your memories. XOXO- Jessie Jenny, I love this. Thank you for sharing your memories.... Read more

Jennifer Monin

Love you Jessie! I forgot to mention Rehoboth Beach. More good times. xo Love you Jessie! I forgot to mention Rehoboth Beach. More good times. xo Love you Jessie! I forgot to mention Rehoboth Beach.... Read more

Diana DiMuro

This is so awesome. Thank you for sharing Jenny! Love you This is so awesome. Thank you for sharing Jenny! Love you This is so awesome. Thank you for sharing Jenny! Love... Read more

Gaby DiMuro

Thanks, Jenny! So many memories you shared that made me laugh and cry. I didn't know that he taught you how... Read more Thanks, Jenny! So many memories you shared that made me laugh and cry. I didn't know that he taught you how to cut an onion! Love... Read more Thanks, Jenny! So many memories you shared that made... Read more