|
a.
|
Note: Euro - native born U.S., German descent. ----- Source: Official military records from National Personnel Records Center, St. Louis, Missouri. for Edward Frederick Zimmerman, Chief Radioman, #111-354, U.S. Coast Guard, with service from 13 Jan 1926 to 07 Nov 1936. ------- Source: Parker/Brady Family Bible. Source: Broward County Health Dept. P.O. Box 1021 - 2421 S.W. 6th Avenue, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida 33302. ----- Note: Died at home and pronounced dead at Hollywood Memorial Hospital, Broward County, Florida ------- Source: Obituary: Edward F. Zimmerman, 64, of 7870 NW 14 Street, Pembroke Pines, Florida passed away Tuesday, 27 October 1970. A resident of Miami from 1934 to 1966 and was an employee of Eastern Airlines for over 24 years and also an avid Amateur Ham radio operator. Survived by his wife Hilda Florine, 2 daughters: Mrs. D. D. Avery, Alaska, Mrs. Barry King, Miami, a brother, Al of Long Island, N.Y., sister, Mrs. Clara Casassa, Herndon, Virginia and 4 grandchildren. Services 11 a.m. Saturday at Philbrick and Sons, Coral Gables Funeral Home, 837 Ponce De Leon Blvd. with Interment at Miami Memorial Park. Friends may call at the Funeral home Friday at 9 a.m. until service time on Saturday. ------- Source: Florida Death Index, 1877-1998 Name: Edward Frederick Zimmerman Death Date: 27 Oct 1970 County of Death: Broward State of Death: Florida Age at Death: 64 Race: White Birth Date: 2 Sep 1906 ------ Social Security Death Index Name: Edward Zimmerman SSN: 264-36-2543 Last Residence: 33024 Hollywood, Broward, Florida, United States of America Born: 2 Sep 1906 Died: Oct 1970 (64 years old) State (Year) SSN issued: Florida (Before 1951). ------ Note: Amateur Ham operator call letters: W4FNQ. ----- Name: Edward Frederick Zimmerman Birth: 02 Sep 1906 - Brooklyn, New York, USA Death: 27 Oct 1970 - Hollywood, Florida, USA Marriage: 25 Apr 1936 - Miami, Florida, USA Parents: Albert Zimmerman, Lena Prinzing Spouse: Hilda Florine Brady ------- The Day Is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Dad's favorite poem)
The Day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight
I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness coves o'er me That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And tonight I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. ~~~~~~~~~
|
