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OBITUARIES
Ed Rice '40: A tribute by Jim Knight '40
Friends
and family buried Ed Rice on August 21 at the little cemetery of
St. Andrews, near Sag Harbor. Tom Flynn, our classmate, drove out
to Eastern Long Island from New York City for the burial; he and
I were pallbearers.
Ed
died in the early morning of August 18 at Southampton Hospital of
complications from pneumonia and from Parkinson's. I was with him
daily during the last week, along with my wife, Pamela; his wonderful
housekeeper, Dolly Jagdeo; and his good friend, Mary Cummings, who
had written at length
about him in the May 2001 issue of
CCT.
Ed
and I were fast friends from the day we met in John Jay in 1938,
63 years ago. He was generous in his friendship, and loyal and supportive.
He was the best editor I ever had, at his magazine Jubilee,
and I've had lots of editors. He published a dozen books, among
them the substantial Captain Sir Francis Richard Burton: The
Secret Agent Who Made the Pilgrimage to Mecca, Discovered the Kama
Sutra and Brought the Arabian Nights to the West (Da Capo Press,
1990) after a lifelong passion for the explorer, and The Man
in the Sycamore Tree: The Good Times and Hard Life of Thomas Merton
['38] (Harcourt, 1985), about his great pal and mine.
After
the burial, we gathered with Dolly as hostess in Ed's garden-orchard
at Sagaponack for food and stories. The place came alive with color
and spirit. Nearby, in a small grove now overgrown with weeds, is
Sag-henge, which, Ed always said, arrived from outer space during
one stormy night, but in truth was planted there back-breakingly
by Ed a magnificent piece of sea-soaked and shaped timber
from the Atlantic. It was a memorable occasion for all of us.
Parkinson's
stopped Ed from typing, writing by hand, painting all the
things he had lived for throughout his life. So to help fill in
the gaps, he and I talked at great length on many occasions into
a tape recorder, setting down thoughts about Merton, religion, the
church, and people and nations. Ed believed in bringing together
religions, people and nations, and worked hard at it all his life.
Sag-henge is still there as a monument."Goodbye, sport; oh,
how I will miss you!"
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