Edmund C. Thomas, Jr.
Edmund C. Thomas, Jr., 92, Shawnee, Kansas, passed away Tuesday, December 29, 2009, at his home.
Edmund was born April 21, 1917 in Kansas City, Kansas to Edmund and Georgia (Adams) Thomas. He graduated from Argentine High School and from Kansas State University with a B.S. Degree in Mechanical Engineering. He did post graduate work in Atomic Physics and Archeology from the University of Kansas. Edmund learned to fly at the Fairfax Airport in Kansas City, Kansas. He worked in the mechanical engineering field for a number of firms, the last being Wilcox Electric, where he worked for over 16 years before retirement. He was a member of the Kansas State Alumni Group.
He was preceded in death by his parents and a son, Mark Thomas. He leaves his wife, Marguerite J. (Leffler) Thomas of the home; son, Edmund C. Thomas, III and wife, Kay, Paola, Kansas; three grandsons and their wives, Edmund, IV and Angela Thomas, David and Kristi Thomas and Gregory and Tina Thomas; seven great grandchildren; brother and his wife, Eugene and Gwen Thomas, Prescot, Arizona; one sister-in-law, Alice Robinson, and several nieces and nephews.
Memorial contributions may be made to either the Hope Lutheran Church, 6308 Quivira Road, Shawnee, Kansas 66216 or the St. Luke’s Hospice, 3100 Broadway, Suite 1000, Kansas City, Missouri 64111.
Visitation and Funeral Service
Friends may call from 10-11:00 a.m., Saturday, January 2, 2010, at the Amos Family Chapel of Shawnee. Funeral service will follow at 11:00 a.m. Burial in the Pleasant View Cemetery, Shawnee, Kansas.
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Remembrances are a strange thing. Edmund and I were separated by 13 years so we were not the play together brothers some others had. He was the studious kind, I was the go play in the park kind. I remember eating ice cubes one summer when I was very young and getting one stuck in my throat. Edmund picked me up by my legs and shook me upside down dislodging the ice cube. I remember things like sitting on our parent’s front porch in the late 1930’s shelling and eating a bag of peanuts he had bought on Minnesota Avenue. The store had peanut shells on strings hanging to cover the walls. I remember him down in our parent’s basement with a bunch of chemicals, mixing lord knows what, with the occasional somewhat unpleasant smell. I remember going for a ride in our Mom & Dad’s new 1937 Chevrolet with “Knee Action” that was supposed to smooth out all bumps in the road. Well it didn’t. We went along Powell Ave and hit the dips at 30th St and Edmund and I in the back seat hit the roof of the car. When I was in high school I inherited some of his clothes. One item being the most fantastic leather jacket that could be reversed to a cloth jacket. I wore it out. When I went to school I heard “Why can’t you be more like your brother and study?” The answer of course is that we were two different people
Like I said remembrances are a strange thing.
One thing very important is “I don’t have any bad memories”.