Edwinna Katherine Neely
February 16, 1920 - February 7, 2007
Obituary
Edwinna Katherine Neely
Edwinna was born February 16, 1920 in Seattle, Washington, and died February 7, 2007 in Des Moines, Washington at the age of 86. Edwinna grew up in Ballard and graduated from Ballard High in 1938. Edwinna is survived by her sons G. David Patricia Neely Jr., James Janet Neely, Thomas Susan Neely, and Donald Neely, 9 grandchildren and 3 great-granddaughters. She was preceded in death by her beloved husband of 61 years, George Neely in 2000. Edwinna enjoyed spending time at their summer home on Hood Canal with family and friends. She also enjoyed gardening and cooking for her family. Visitation Sunday 12:00 – 4:00pm and Monday 9:00am – 8:00pm with Funeral Service Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 12:30pm all at Bonney-Watson Washington Memorial, 16445 International Blvd. SeaTac 206 242-1787. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Alzheimer’s Association, 12721 30th Ave. NE #101, Seattle, WA 98125.
Our sincerest sympathy to you and your family, David, Pat, Erio and Ryan. May you all enjoy the many memories of your Mother and Grandmother.
My thoughts and prayers are with you all during this difficult time. I consider myself fortunate to have known this spunky lady.
You are in our thoughts during this difficult time. Just remember the fun and good times that you shared with her.
Eddy was a wonderful lady! I will always remember our fun summer’s, spent at Hood Canal and the Neely Clan. Sending our Prayers….Sue Stegriy and Dave Christopherson
Please know you are in our prayers during this time of loss. I have very fond, colorful memories of the Neely’s, when I was a little girl on Hood Canal.
Our deepest sympathy,
Seth and Jennifer Gene and Shirley Stegriy’s granddaughter Jennifer Griffin Adams
I am saddened by the fact that I will not be able to attend Grandma’s memorial. I am glad that Grandma and Grandpa will be together again. Please say goodbye for me.
Thank you and I love you all
Aaron Neely
I had planned to go see my grandma with my brother, Scot on Tuesday evening. We had heard she wasn’t doing well. Tuesday came and went, and we didn’t make the time. Wednesday she passed away. Do I regret not going on Tuesday evening? Of course I do. On the other hand, I like that my memory of her is not lying helpless in a hospital bed looking old &weak. I saw my grandpa that way 2 days before he passed & I can’t shake the image. I think it was the first time I ever thought he looked old, and certainly the first time I ever thought he looked weak. That was not my grandpa. To me he seemed the epitome of strength and vitality, always.
The image of my grandma that I will carry with me is the culmination of memories of her that I have always had. I will remember her in her emerald green, satin dress and heels at Christmas time with a glass of white wine she wasn’t picky about brand. I will remember her in the kitchen at our cabin on Hood Canal in slip-on Keds and cropped pants will her hair in rollers and a coffee cup in her hand. I will remember her trying to talk me into trying her Crab Louie even though she knew I didn’t eat seafood, convinced that out of all the seafood dishes in the world, her Crab Louie was the one dish I was going to love. I will remember her walking through the woods on the hill behind our cabin in knee-high rubber boots with red toes picking grocery bags full of Chanterelle mushrooms and telling me I was not to wash the dirt off as I crinkled my nose looking at them. I will remember her sitting in the sun in the backyard on her patio set after gardening, absently patting the back of Czar I, Czar II, and Czar III. And, even towards the end as the Alzheimer’s had almost fully taken her, I will remember her looking sternly at my father & I on her birthday, telling us quite firmly that there was no possible way she was that old. But most of all, I will remember her in her mid-late 70’s turning into a blushing school girl, smiling, taken with memories, and looking sideways at the ground as my grandpa called her “His Girl”, patted her bum, kissed her, and told stories of their more “frisky” days of old. So, here’s to George & Eddie…Together Again. We miss you both dearly.