Dr. Malcolm E. Edwards Jr., 69, died January 11, 2011. He was born in Decatur to Mike and Julia Bingham Edwards. Dr. Edwards was a graduate of Decatur High School, The University of the South of Sewanee, Tennessee, and The University of Alabama School of Medicine. After serving as a marine in Vietnam, he practiced pulmonary medicine in San Francisco and Charleston.
Survivors include his brother, Bingham D. Edwards (Bunny) of Decatur; nephew, Bingham Edwards Jr. of Birmingham; and his niece, Reynolds Edward Harper (Jeremy), also of Birmingham.
Graveside service were held Monday, January 17, 2011, at 11 a.m. at Decatur City Cemetery with the Rev. Sam Hardie and the Rev. Micheal Carlisle officiating. Roselawn Funeral Home assisted the family.
Honorary pallbearers were Sam Stone, Robert T. McWhorter, David Rice, Dr. Paul Deaton, Bingham Edwards Jr., Al Bingham, Charlie Ritch and Jim Carlson.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be given to The Decatur Free Clinic.
Published in the Decatur Daily on January 15, 2011
Malcolm was a walking (maybe I should say driving) paradox. He was, as we all remember, one of the nicest, well mannered, and brightest in our class. I never heard him say anything that was not positive. On the other hand, he drove the coolest street rod any of us had ever seen. As I recall, the body was a late '30's Ford, but it had a massive late 50's Lincoln V-8 engine that roared down Prospect Drive every day. It was a machine one would expect to see Rocky Quinn burning rubber in every time he took off--but not mild mannered Malcolm. Actually, although I heard Malcolm make the engine roar, I never saw him burn rubber, at least not at school. Like so many in our class, he was a great guy, and although I have not seen him since we graduated, I kept track of him, mostly through Tommy Kullman. He will be missed by all. RFA
Bob, Bingham Edwards would like for this to go on the website as a remembering of Malcome and Bingham growing up with Tommy.
On Tuesday, May 1, 2018 2:09 PM, Bingham Edwards <binghame56@gmail.com> wrote:
Tommy -
I hope I haven't waited too long to thank you for your kindness to me growing up.
As you will remember, my brother, Malcolm (Class of '59), and the rest of my family lived across the alley from you and your family. Neither of us had much money and back in the late 40's we did whatever we could do to save what we had. I remember watching your father kill chickens in your back yard. To this day I can't believe how long they would "run around like a chicken with it's head cut off." I remember you protecting me (I couldn't have been more than 6 or 7) from my mean brother and telling him he needed to be nicer to me.
We lived just down Grant Street from Gordan and Bibb Schools, which were later combined into Gordan-Bibb Schools when Bibb was torn down, before it fell down.
My mother, Julia, admired you so much. She would point out to Malc and me, when we would complain about not being able to buy something, that you use to have shoe soles so thin that you had to put cardboard in the bottoms so the water wouldn't come through. You were always regarded as bigger than life in our house.
Richard Allen
Malcolm was a walking (maybe I should say driving) paradox. He was, as we all remember, one of the nicest, well mannered, and brightest in our class. I never heard him say anything that was not positive. On the other hand, he drove the coolest street rod any of us had ever seen. As I recall, the body was a late '30's Ford, but it had a massive late 50's Lincoln V-8 engine that roared down Prospect Drive every day. It was a machine one would expect to see Rocky Quinn burning rubber in every time he took off--but not mild mannered Malcolm. Actually, although I heard Malcolm make the engine roar, I never saw him burn rubber, at least not at school. Like so many in our class, he was a great guy, and although I have not seen him since we graduated, I kept track of him, mostly through Tommy Kullman. He will be missed by all. RFA
Bob Thomas