Ed died on April 22, 200l, at his home here in Decatur. He was survive by his wife, Anne Rebman Cornell.
He was purchasing agent with 3M and a member of St. John's Episcopal Church
We had homeroom together and he was so cute, sweet, kind and he is another one that kept you laughing. He had a beutiful smile which he wore most of the time. He was on the football team. He was good to everyone.
Ed was a first string guard as a senior for the DHS football team. He more than made up for his lack of size with grit and determination. Ed and I enjoyed swimming as members of the Decatur Swim Team.
Ed & my parents both lived on Stratford road so I saw him intermittently when we came to visit from whatever state that we lived in then. He would pass our house most days as he walked the dog. Now that we live here, I miss seeing him, exchanging greetings, and swapping stories of "the good ole days" at DHS.
I can vaguely remember life without Ed Cornell. We moved to Walnut Street when I was five years old and Ed was already there. I was in kindergarten when I was five and met Gene Teal, so either Gene or Ed is my oldest friend. Ed and I were almost inseparable on Walnut St. We played cars together, shot thousands of bad guys as well as Indians, played football and baseball in the vacant lot with Larry Durham, Johnny Totty, Sammy Wright and a host of others. We rode our bikes to school together where we were with Norman and Julian Harris, Sugene Elkins, Bobby May Banks, Lynn Fisher and many more great people. Our teacher, Miss Houston was the prettiest and the finest.
Later we were in the Boy Scouts where Mr. Ed Price skillfully took us under his wing and taught us about life as well as nature. Those were great days.
Ed went on to play football and as is manifested under his picture in the Senior Annual he was Mr. everything and in many clubs and honor societies. Ed was well known, well liked and trusted by all who knew him.
Ed loved, like all the football players, to put on his playing jersey and walk around 2nd Avenue on Saturday morning after a Friday night football victory. He loved too strut after a victory. He deserved it.
Ed was in mine and Judy's wedding and we served in the National Guard together. Ed was not especially fond of being a soldier. He was there under duress. But he served his country as we all did.
Ed went on too complete his life by marrying Annie and they lived together many happy years.
Ed was my buddy and I will always have many fond memories of him. When we were around 6-7 years old, Ed and I made a pack that we would always play cars when we were together. We never forgot that pledge and in our high school years, young adult years and later when we got together I could hear Ed going "huden-huden" like a car engine and we would remember our oath.
Ed and Gene Teal were my close buddies. Ed and Gene both died in 2001 about 5 weeks apart. That has left a large hole in my life but I still have all the memories.
Ed and I did not meet until high school since he and Mcrae went to that other school , not Gordon Bibb, like most of us did (ha) like Patty and Dorcas and a bunch more. But Larry and I went to the same church(Central Baptist. As Larry said,Ed always had that big grin like he knew something nobody else did. We had great times together playing football and hanging out at Blyth's cabin listening to Jimmy Reed records. We both loved the drums and Ed got a full set and I used to drop by his house on Calumet and drive his mother crazy. He and Annie visited my house some and I played drums for him and me too. Lots of fun. Only guy I knew that smoked Lucky Strikes and drank Schlitz beer . Is that still around? Even though I did not see him much in later years, he remains one of my best friends (don't tell Mcrae)
When we were in the 8th grade, the "A's" and "C's," and perhaps some others, were in Mrs. Russel's home room. Ed, Jerry Coffey, and again perhaps others, and I sat at the same table in her science room, and the three of us got to be friends(like Tiller,I had been a Gordon Bibber and did not know them before that).One of our classmates that moved away after a year or two was named Gary Apple, and Mrs. Russel constantly embarrassed him with the same bad joke about him being "an Apple for the teacher."
In addition to home room, we had other classes together, like Mrs. Yarbough's 8th grade math, where I spent a lot of time stealing glances at Davine Nichols, who had been a friend in grammer school, but had "developed" early and now refused to acknowledge my existence.
The three of us(Ed, Jerry, and I--not Davine) also were in Coach Smith's PE class together. We all liked Coach Smith because he was a nice guy, and actually smiled once in awhile, unlike Coach Ogle who we feared, and who, rumor had it, only smiled at the sight of blood emanating from of one of his football players. During cold weather, when the boy's half of the gym was available, we would play basketball; otherwise we would report to the PE room and take turns on the trampoline, wrestle, or even when times were desparate, play bingo--I swear!
One day Coach Smith announced that we were going to take up boxing, and told us to pair up. Ed and I choose each other since were comparable in size and skill, and I looked forward to having fun battling it out with him.(He later matured, as Tiller mentioned, into the starting guard on the football team,and I degenerated into one of the class nerds.)Since there were so many in the class Ed and I were scheduled a few days later. That's when the trouble started. Jerry Coffey, I think knowing what the effect would be, began telling me what tough and strong and quick and deadly fighter Ed was. It was incessant, and it quickly got to me. By the day we were scheduled to fight, my rubber legs would barely carry me down the long hall to the PE room, and I was a basket case.
There were two or three ahead of us that day so my stomach continued to churn and my misery became insufferable. Then a strange thing happened. Coach Smith, perhaps tiring of watching us amatures go at it, announced that the next pair to box would do so blindfolded. Blindfolds in place, the boys(can't remember who they were--sorry) were led to the middle of the room, and Coach Smith told them to get at it. He then led one of the boys away and whisperd to him to take take off his blindfold, give him one of his boxing gloves and keep quite. Coach Smith then began to beat on the other still sightless fighter who would swing wildly and, of course, never hit a thing, only to be punched again, much to the delight to all of us who were in on the joke. This went on for quite awhile, and when Coach finally let the victim remove his blindfold to see what everyone was laughing at, he sent us to the showers and we did not box any more that year, thankfully, so my fears were never exposed.
I did not attend DHS for the 9th grade, and when I came back for the 10th, Ed and I were never close again. Kids change a lot between the 8th grade and the 10th--boys become young men and girls become young women. I, on the other hand remaind a nerd so that was that. Like everyone in the class, I liked Ed, but we never spoke of the fight that never was. As for Coffey, he went on to be our senior class president, and I'm sure I voted for him, but I never trusted his motives again.
Pattie Craig (Jett)
Ed died on April 22, 200l, at his home here in Decatur. He was survive by his wife, Anne Rebman Cornell.He was purchasing agent with 3M and a member of St. John's Episcopal Church
We had homeroom together and he was so cute, sweet, kind and he is another one that kept you laughing. He had a beutiful smile which he wore most of the time. He was on the football team. He was good to everyone.
Bob Thomas
Bob Thomas:
Ed was a first string guard as a senior for the DHS football team. He more than made up for his lack of size with grit and determination. Ed and I enjoyed swimming as members of the Decatur Swim Team.
Edwin "Tink" Wyle
Ed & my parents both lived on Stratford road so I saw him intermittently when we came to visit from whatever state that we lived in then. He would pass our house most days as he walked the dog. Now that we live here, I miss seeing him, exchanging greetings, and swapping stories of "the good ole days" at DHS.Larry McRae
I can vaguely remember life without Ed Cornell. We moved to Walnut Street when I was five years old and Ed was already there. I was in kindergarten when I was five and met Gene Teal, so either Gene or Ed is my oldest friend. Ed and I were almost inseparable on Walnut St. We played cars together, shot thousands of bad guys as well as Indians, played football and baseball in the vacant lot with Larry Durham, Johnny Totty, Sammy Wright and a host of others. We rode our bikes to school together where we were with Norman and Julian Harris, Sugene Elkins, Bobby May Banks, Lynn Fisher and many more great people. Our teacher, Miss Houston was the prettiest and the finest.Later we were in the Boy Scouts where Mr. Ed Price skillfully took us under his wing and taught us about life as well as nature. Those were great days.
Ed went on to play football and as is manifested under his picture in the Senior Annual he was Mr. everything and in many clubs and honor societies. Ed was well known, well liked and trusted by all who knew him.
Ed loved, like all the football players, to put on his playing jersey and walk around 2nd Avenue on Saturday morning after a Friday night football victory. He loved too strut after a victory. He deserved it.
Ed was in mine and Judy's wedding and we served in the National Guard together. Ed was not especially fond of being a soldier. He was there under duress. But he served his country as we all did.
Ed went on too complete his life by marrying Annie and they lived together many happy years.
Ed was my buddy and I will always have many fond memories of him. When we were around 6-7 years old, Ed and I made a pack that we would always play cars when we were together. We never forgot that pledge and in our high school years, young adult years and later when we got together I could hear Ed going "huden-huden" like a car engine and we would remember our oath.
Ed and Gene Teal were my close buddies. Ed and Gene both died in 2001 about 5 weeks apart. That has left a large hole in my life but I still have all the memories.
Eddie Tiller
Ed and I did not meet until high school since he and Mcrae went to that other school , not Gordon Bibb, like most of us did (ha) like Patty and Dorcas and a bunch more. But Larry and I went to the same church(Central Baptist. As Larry said,Ed always had that big grin like he knew something nobody else did. We had great times together playing football and hanging out at Blyth's cabin listening to Jimmy Reed records. We both loved the drums and Ed got a full set and I used to drop by his house on Calumet and drive his mother crazy. He and Annie visited my house some and I played drums for him and me too. Lots of fun. Only guy I knew that smoked Lucky Strikes and drank Schlitz beer . Is that still around? Even though I did not see him much in later years, he remains one of my best friends (don't tell Mcrae)Richard Allen
When we were in the 8th grade, the "A's" and "C's," and perhaps some others, were in Mrs. Russel's home room. Ed, Jerry Coffey, and again perhaps others, and I sat at the same table in her science room, and the three of us got to be friends(like Tiller,I had been a Gordon Bibber and did not know them before that).One of our classmates that moved away after a year or two was named Gary Apple, and Mrs. Russel constantly embarrassed him with the same bad joke about him being "an Apple for the teacher."In addition to home room, we had other classes together, like Mrs. Yarbough's 8th grade math, where I spent a lot of time stealing glances at Davine Nichols, who had been a friend in grammer school, but had "developed" early and now refused to acknowledge my existence.
The three of us(Ed, Jerry, and I--not Davine) also were in Coach Smith's PE class together. We all liked Coach Smith because he was a nice guy, and actually smiled once in awhile, unlike Coach Ogle who we feared, and who, rumor had it, only smiled at the sight of blood emanating from of one of his football players. During cold weather, when the boy's half of the gym was available, we would play basketball; otherwise we would report to the PE room and take turns on the trampoline, wrestle, or even when times were desparate, play bingo--I swear!
One day Coach Smith announced that we were going to take up boxing, and told us to pair up. Ed and I choose each other since were comparable in size and skill, and I looked forward to having fun battling it out with him.(He later matured, as Tiller mentioned, into the starting guard on the football team,and I degenerated into one of the class nerds.)Since there were so many in the class Ed and I were scheduled a few days later. That's when the trouble started. Jerry Coffey, I think knowing what the effect would be, began telling me what tough and strong and quick and deadly fighter Ed was. It was incessant, and it quickly got to me. By the day we were scheduled to fight, my rubber legs would barely carry me down the long hall to the PE room, and I was a basket case.
There were two or three ahead of us that day so my stomach continued to churn and my misery became insufferable. Then a strange thing happened. Coach Smith, perhaps tiring of watching us amatures go at it, announced that the next pair to box would do so blindfolded. Blindfolds in place, the boys(can't remember who they were--sorry) were led to the middle of the room, and Coach Smith told them to get at it. He then led one of the boys away and whisperd to him to take take off his blindfold, give him one of his boxing gloves and keep quite. Coach Smith then began to beat on the other still sightless fighter who would swing wildly and, of course, never hit a thing, only to be punched again, much to the delight to all of us who were in on the joke. This went on for quite awhile, and when Coach finally let the victim remove his blindfold to see what everyone was laughing at, he sent us to the showers and we did not box any more that year, thankfully, so my fears were never exposed.
I did not attend DHS for the 9th grade, and when I came back for the 10th, Ed and I were never close again. Kids change a lot between the 8th grade and the 10th--boys become young men and girls become young women. I, on the other hand remaind a nerd so that was that. Like everyone in the class, I liked Ed, but we never spoke of the fight that never was. As for Coffey, he went on to be our senior class president, and I'm sure I voted for him, but I never trusted his motives again.