Birth date: Oct 28, 1923 Death date: Dec 17, 2012
James Edward Nash, son of James W. Nash and Beulah (Baxter) Nash was born October 28, 1923 in Palmyra, Nebraska. He died December 17, 2012 at the Corydon Nursing and Rehab Center at the age of 89. Ed was baptized in 1939 at the Pa Read Obituary
Uncle Ed you will be missed but never forgotten. You always had a warm loving smile. Always there to help if help was needed. You loved your Great Nephew's and Nieces always took time for them. I have many pictures of them setting on your lap or next to you through the years...........beautiful memories. RIP Uncle Ed.
Hugs to the Nash cousins! The Nash family is still prominent in the Palmyra area. I'm sure I would have met 'Ed' at a family gathering of Uncle Clair and Aunt Faith (Thomson) Nash's, but I don't remember him. Sorry I don't have any memories for you. I just wanted to let you know we will be thinking of you all.
I will always remember Uncle Ed's big smile and his quiet tone of voice. As a shy youngster, I could relate to him easily. Whenever the family visited the farm in Iowa, I would quietly sit at the round oak table in the kitchen. Uncle Ed would smile and disappear. He would return from the cellar with a big jar of home canned cherries, my favorite. He would scoop out some ice cream and cover it with those delicious canned cherries. It is a treat that I will never forget.. He would also run with us out to the yard when a train was coming. The train tracks passed through the stock yard close to the house. My brother and I would wave to the engineer and we recieved a big toot from the train horn in reply. He never seemed to tire of this ritual. He was dedicatd to the farm and his parents and these fond memoires will always make up a part of who I am. Betty Bozzo (sister Rachel's daughter) California
Here are just a few memories to remember my little brother, Ed. You loved animals, reading, farming and school. in later years, you always knew when to buy and sell at the market, making the farm successful. As a little guy, you built farm land on the parlour floor, using string and toothpicks to design fields and roads. You used marbles for your horses. I remember when Clair bought two wild horses in western Nebraska and they were delivered at the farm near Palmyra, Nebraska. They were placed in a box stall in the barn where they kicked the stall walls. Dad was looking for you and he finally peeked over the box stall door. There you were in the box stall petting them and picking up their feet. Dad didn't say a word. You always had such a way with all the animals. You spent years taking care of mom and dad and I was happy for you when you found Ruth and her family. You traveled and especially enjoyed the mountains.. I remember when we all met iat Beth's house in Colorado. We laughed and played cards and games. That was the last time I saw you and I will remember what a great time we had.. At 96 years old, I am unable to attend services, but I wish to say good-by to my dear little brother. All my love, Rachel
Most of my memories are from the farms in Nebraska and Iowa and when he would visit us in Colorado. He gave rides on the tractors and told us city kids to stay away from the bull. He used to chuckle and show that great big grin when I would shy away from the cows. I'm sure he thought I would be a city girl forever. He had a wry sense of humor like my dad that he would show to us from time to time. I always admired him for taking such good care of his parents. He set a good example for all of us. Bless all of you that took such good care of him and Ruth.
