I miss my friend Ed a lot! He was full of interesting stories from his time as a worker at dog races to his turbulent times in the navy. He spoke of his dad who was a judge in Denver I believe as a stern man who,Ed said, believed that the ultimate goal of a parent is to allow children a separation from their patents. But no such thing was apparent in Ed towards his daughter whom he loved all his life. Ed had an unusual ability to observe and understand people and he spoke from the heart his feelings about them. I always felt that he was both a humble man and a proud pillar of strength and conviction - it was just a part of why I loved him as a friend and always will.
I met Ed in 1986 in Santa Monica CA and right away I could tell he was a very special person. He had a great warmth and compassionate heart, a great sense of humor, was a good friend not to mention an amazing artist whom I admired ever since. He was the reason that made us consider moving to Mexico - probably the best move we have ever made. I only regret that I did not get to see him more often when we were both living down here. I miss all of his great influence and his kindness. Its sad to know that we cannot be in his physical presence again, but it’s comforting to know that we are all heading to a place where we might again meet. In the meanwhile he lives on in our hearts and souls.❤️
I met Ed in high school in 1959 and we became good friends. Together we joined the Navy in 1959 and enjoyed seeing the world, although not together as we were on different ships. I am the proud owner of two of Ed's beautiful pieces of art and will always cherish them.
Over the years Ed and I stayed in touch at reunions and via email. In fact' we last chatted a few days befor his heart gave out. He said he was having shortness of breath. I will keep those last emails.
Ed, you are one of a kind and will be missed by many who loved you, incuding Penny and me.
Hello Roxane. All my condolences, I am so sorry for the lost of your sweet husband, he was very much love by a lot of people and also very famous for his beautiful painting. We will remember him always especially when we will see you, you were always together. So so sad, I will be in Melaque the 6 th of November and will visite you. With all my sympathy. Nicole your neighbor.
Mike Fredrickson I treasured one of Eds paintings and it hung proudly on my wall at Casa Amatista. The lady that bought my suite last winter loved Eds art as well, so I left it for her. The painting, my little casa and now Ed have passed on but the great memories I have live on. I will never forget our little tennis foursome spending many mornings on the clay courts in Cihuatlan, with maybe an agua de coco on the way home in my old van. We shared our stories with many many friends of Bill Wilson. A wonderful group of which Ed was an integral part and will always be remembered and spoken of with respect. R.I.P Ed
We met Ed as we drove into Melaque the very first time. We were looking for the place we were staying and asked him directions. He was new there too, so had no idea. We loved Eds Art and his generosity of sharing it with many art exhibits and showings in his yard. Roxane was always there to support him in everything he did. We will miss him very much. Mugs and Robert McConnell
Ed was one of those guys that you meet & right away know he is someone special. He had a head full of stories & a heart full of love. He had the unique ability to paint a story with his words. Whether describing his naval adventures or talking about his beloved family. I always felt I was "there" with him. I will miss his hugs, his great big smiles, his willingness & generosity, his art & his love. Adios mi amigo. Que le via bien.
I loved the mural that Ed painted on the corner of Esmeralda and Abel Salgado. I remember coming to art shows at Ed and Roxanne’s home during our time in Villa Obregón. Ed was always friendly and welcoming. Sydney Kissinger
My favorite memory of Ed is the day I walked in when he was teaching a class at CENAC. He was completely focused as was the little girl he was instructing. She put brush to paper. He broke out in this huge grin. She looked up, questioning. When she saw his smile, she started smiling, too.
Reading Ed’s journal when he was 24. He wrote: “February ´18 th 1965 Mazatlan traveling alone journal. I hope that along the way i can somehow do something for others for I believe this is where the importance of my life lies. Let me be a good inspiration. ”