Edward "Eddie" Marshall
Eddie Marshall was born in Brooklyn, N.Y., to Walter and Edna Marshall. He was the sixth of seven children and the youngest son. He spent most of his life in Brooklyn, where he could be seen pushing his trademark bike. He also lived in Hollywood, S.C., with his parents before returning to N.Y. -- but he often longed to go home. On Sept. 11, 2018, he finally made it home to them.
Basic InformationBornOctober 1950Brooklyn, New YorkDiedSep 11, 2018Long Beach, New YorkJu-Don MarshallEdna Marshall(d.)ParentWalter Marshall(d.)ParentWalter Marshall Jr.(d.)SiblingElizabeth Marshall Grant(d.)SiblingJudy Marshall NelsonSiblingBarbara MarshallSiblingJames HamiltonSiblingEvelyn GreenSibling
FUNERAL OR MEMORIAL SERVICE
Blair-Mazzarella Funeral Homehttp://www.blairmazzarella.com/
723 Coney Island Avenue, Brooklyn, New York 11218, United States
Monday, September 24th, 2018, 10 A.M.
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Danyette Marshall"Chips Ahoy"
A lot of my favorite memories rest in Charleston, South Carolina. There's this place called Meggett and it's a area I will never forget. My Great-Grandparents built their home there. It's a small three-bedroom brick house, that encompasses love and care. And my Gramma made sure her domicile would be fit to accommodate The LORD. HIS name is hung on the four corners. If you look beyond the wood paneling you'll see GOD, JESUS and The HOLY SPIRIT easily.
They were there listening to Sam Cooke that Uncle Eddie blasted from his room. When the line "draw back your bow..." was sung my Uncle didn't hesitate to sing along. We were all there then. Gramma, GrandDaddy, Aunt Barbara, Uncle Eddie and three children.
We were one, we were strong. There bread was broken, there cousins bathed two by two. Beds were shared with your Grandparents, and knees were bent before bodies nuzzled. There we can clearly remember the presence of Walter, Edna and Eddie Marshall. Their essence in that residence is powerful. It's stronger than the crickets you heard late in the afternoon. It's thicker than the perfume emitted by the roses in full bloom. It's richer than the darkness of night that covered the house because there was only a couple of street lights. Man, 5657 was our own little piece of heaven.
My, LORD, the nurturing that place gave. Countless family members marched through there like soldiers at a parade. Not on one hand can we number the times we were packed like sardines. And not a-once did you ever hear anyone scream. Or whine about the inconvenience of wall to wall kinship. I miss that. I miss the pack. Shoot, we were like wolves. We were gonna protect our young by any means necessary. We were gonna feed 'em, clothe 'em and learn 'em right. On that we didn't vary.
And Eddie Marshall was a part of that. He loved his family and never held back. And, granted, the way he showed love may have been a little unorthodox. If we are Dalmatians, Eddie is a Cheetah--spots is spots. He was included in the family fights, even started some of them. And if he was involved it was never a dull moment. Like, in the mid 80's when he got into collecting soda cans for the 5 cent refund. And for those cans Uncle Eddie was like an assassin. He slaughtered trash receptacles from Far Rockaway to Rogers Avenue. He set them on fire and walked away with the blaze behind him. And, although, he kept his teeth white and his hair combed. He pushed his bike more than he rode it. He changed his clothes when he thought about it. He used a frying pan as a plate. His apartment might be in bondage, but his mind was free. And he loved his Mama more than anything.
He was epileptic and he didn't let that stop him. He would go to the supermarket and buy fruit and cornflakes and that was his idea of grocery shopping. The Uncle I remember had a Magic Shave ritual. The Uncle I know put sliced bananas in his cereal. The Uncle I'm talking about had a girlfriend that us kids never saw. He spoke about her from time to time, whoever she was, he loved that girl.
Uncle Eddie, all of us are going to miss you. We're gonna miss seeing that little bop you had when you walked and your resilient attitude. You made a mark on this family that cannot be blotted out. You made an impression on me that I refuse to push out of my memory. You taught me The LORD's Prayer and I'll never forget that. You tucked me in at night and kissed my forehead. And all of that happened in that little house in the country. I'm grateful and thankful that you were there with me. Now you are with The KING for an eternity. We're going to see you soon. We love you.
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