Brother Ed


I am so sorry for you loss. Ed was a wonder and a joy. And a teacher. He was more to me than anyone I ever worked with. He was my ground zero for good sense, good humor,good judgement and good friendship. He was a good shepherd to Sharon and the kids. He made so many things possible for me and Sharon. Gentle, understanding, my mentor. this wonderful guy with that loving smile. And a man of principle and conviction. I remember the time he walked out of the Shrine, in strong disapproval of Fr Coughlin’s sermon. A teacher he  helped me understand politics. And he joined us in the watching  the acts at the Cafe Galarie. The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem Ed McCurdy, Cisco Houston, Terry and McGhee and others. Ed would come by our hoolies at our Butternut house.

.An amazing lovely and amazing man. I will always remember him. He changed my life. And I will pray that we meet again further along.

Love to you Judy and your family    George, Pegeen, Brida and Pete

I thought today’s reading appropriate.

The Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed

(All Souls)

Reading 1 Wis 3:1-9

The souls of the just are in the hand of God,
and no torment shall touch them.
They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead;
and their passing away was thought an affliction
and their going forth from us, utter destruction.
But they are in peace.
For if before men, indeed, they be punished,
yet is their hope full of immortality;
chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed,
because God tried them
and found them worthy of himself.
As gold in the furnace, he proved them,
and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.
In the time of their visitation they shall shine,
and shall dart about as sparks through stubble;
they shall judge nations and rule over peoples,
and the LORD shall be their King forever.
Those who trust in him shall understand truth,
and the faithful shall abide with him in love:
because grace and mercy are with his holy ones,
and his care is with his elect.

Edward McGlinn, a former resident of Leavenworth, died Oct. 22 at the age of 89 in Farmington, Michigan. Ed, the son of Louise (O’Leary) McGlinn and Edward McGlinn, was born and grew up in Leavenworth. An excellent athlete, he played football and basketball the only two sports at Immaculata high school , from which he graduated in 1946. At mid- year of his senior year he was accepted in Officers Training Corp, spending a year at U of South Dakota and then a year at Texas A & M. After commissioning he was soon discharged -World War II had ended. Ed enrolled at Kansas University where he studied Engineering Physics , graduated in 1950 and moved to Detroit ,Michigan where he worked at Bendix Research Laboratory as an engineer- scientist for 40 years. An example of his work at Bendix was research on wind energy for which he was a very early proponent.

Ed ,a talented artist, a beautiful writer and an avid fly fisherman , was the founder and editor (along with his wife Judy) of `River Watch’ an `Anglers of the Ausable’ magazine, under his editorship a literary magazine as much as a fishing magazine.

A classic big brother, after moving to Detroit he remained very close to his family often reaching back to his siblings and helping them in so many ways.

Loved by all who knew him, he is survived by his beloved wife of 53 years Judy (Grady), sons Edward (Victoria) and Patrick (Marna), grandson Liam, brothers William, Richard, Robert and sister Mary (Datwyler).

Cremation has taken place and a Memorial will be held at a later date.

Dirtbags, Fly Fishermen

From Patrick, one of Ed’s sons

Before they founded Patagonia and The North Face, Yves Chouinard and Doug Tompkins were rock climbing pioneers at places like Yosemite. They mockingly called themselves, and many others, “dirtbags”. A dirtbag was someone who would steal away what scraps of time and money they could to devote themselves not to fame or wealth, or not even necessarily accomplishment. It was the adventure and process of their pursuit that bound them.

My dad was a dirtbag. It wasn’t rock climbing and Yosemite, but fly fishing and mainly the AuSable. These guys fished without creature comfort, without notice, and sometimes without catching (and releasing) much. But those weren’t really the prize – the time together, and the appreciation and relation to nature were. My dad is on the left in this picture, with fellow dirtbags Mitchell Powell, Frank Topolewski, Skip Favro, and his brother Richard B McGlinn. As I look at old photos I see many other dirtbags – Vic Prislipsky, Dan Drislane, Bill McGlinn, Rusty Gates, Bob McGlinn, many of my cousins, and many more who shared this passion with my dad, and I’m grateful I grew up knowing their names and hearing their stories. My dad was a lucky man to know them as friends.


To Ed From his sister Mary


A River Runs Through Him

You will not see him often, now,
Wading into his beloved Holy Waters.
Fly casting can be difficult, sometimes, for older bones.
You will not see him often, now,
But he is there.

You will not say, late some evening,
As you hear the water move so slightly and the line snap so quietly,
“That must be him.”
You will not say that often, now,
But he is there.

When you see a glistening Brown trout rise, in his wildness, to a caddis hatch,

When you walk into the cool river water on a hot Summer day,
And the beauty of it all catches your breath,

When you rest on a river rock in the deep dark and silence of a moonless night,
And you know the prehistoric life surrounding you,

This fisher,
this Riverwatch founder and editor,
this honored Riverkeeper,
this protector of the river and all its creatures,
this lover of the Au Sable

is there.

Mary Oleary-McGlinn

(Originally published in May, 2007)



One Response to “Brother Ed”

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    George Hastings Says:

    Thanks for the lovely poem. I met Ed only for one weekend on the Au Sable, but I remember him as a great guy. My condolences to the whole family on this grievous loss.

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