Ed Goulet ('26)SFS alumnus Ed Goulet died on February 20th, 2000 among family members after returning home from the hospital. He was 91 years old.
Merrell Young wrote:
Ed Goulet attended the seminary in the mid 1920's, helping dig the old swimming pool. He was hosted to Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents home - the house in which I was born on Meis Avenue, College Hill, OH - where he met my grandmother (who passed away before my birth) and my mother Vera and her sister Clare Rita. My uncle Albert -Fr. Antonnellus James OFM - invited and brought Ed to dinner several years running. He provided me pictures of these happy occasions when I met him for the first time last October.
It was such a blessing meeting this loving, gentle, holy man who spent his spare hours making rosaries. On the first night I visited him for an overnight stay in Muskegon, the phone rang around 9:30 pm. it was my wife, Vicky, informing me that my son Harold had just passed away. The Lord couldn't have placed me in a more loving or supportive environment at that time.
We corresponded via Email regularly, and by phone occasionally. Our last visit was to spend time with him at the hospital, several weeks ago, as he was getting over fluid on the lungs. He was very chipper. He came home for a little while, but was forced to return last week due to cancer of the bladder, which caused him a great deal of discomfort. He became very weak, and began to fade in the last few days, drifting into unconsciousness several days ago.
His daughter Marjorie wrote me, "God has blessed us and taken Dad about 11:15 this morning. Rosemary and Dan had been with him from 3 to 9 am. I went to 8 am mass and felt a kind of solace from the priest's message then went to hospital. Rosemary said the night nurse thought this would be Dad's last day and that she was only going to take Dan home and take a shower and she'd be back. Danny and Jean came after she left and the nurse said she was going to give dad a bath so we went down to the cafeteria for coffee. We came back 20 minutes later and the nurse motioned to us and told us that he was in bad trouble. Jean and Dan went in and I went for the phones and called Rosemary, Ted, and Geri. The three of us prayed with Dad and talked with him and the doctor came at the same time and said his breathing indicated his last minutes.
He was peaceful and surrounded with love when he took his last breaths. Rosemary arrived a few minutes later when his soul was still there and she touched and prayed and talked to him and felt at peace that she had spent so much quality time with him last night. His son Ted was at Mass, probably receiving communion at that very minute, helping Dad fly on eagle's wings away...we were all there while his presence and his warmth were still there in the room. Ted asked me to read a verse from the Book of Wisdom that was so beautiful and so true ..."But the souls of the virtuous are in the hands of God, no torment shall ever touch them. In the eyes of the unwise, they did appear to die, their going looked like a disaster; their leaving us, like annihilation; but they are in peace....."
Geri, Tony, Joe, Nancy and Paul were all there to pray with us....a beautiful departure...a blessing because of all your prayers. We will be forever grateful.
Ed attended St. Francis Seminary from September 1921 until Christmas 1925. He is credited with naming the Brown & White. He's been corresponding with the Franciscan Alumni Association lately. These are excerpts from his letters and email messages:
I was a student at St. Francis Seminary and was in on the start of the Brown & White after we went to the "new" seminary at Mill Road. I was a classmate of the late Father Quentin (Albert) Hauer, and imagine I could be the oldest alumnus alive today, at 91. I have many good memories of those days and would like to contact anyone from that era.
I could write a book about St. Francis--the memories are still
quite sharp in my mind, but space is limited on "E" mail, so I will have to
give you a little at a time. I sent quite a few pictures to the Seminary
about 3 years ago which I was told were going into the archives. I may have
some more at home in Michigan. I have been staying with my daughter in Hawaii
the past 4 years during the winter months. I, like so many others at the Sem,
came from a poor family, and was boarded and educated free of charge and
for that I'm deeply grateful. They even paid the train fare from my
hometown, Calumet, Michigan, where I was born. We spent 3 years at 1615 Vine St. and
would spend Wednesday and Saturday afternoons at the new Sem, making the pond which is
now a sunken garden. Our curriculum included Latin, Greek, German, Spanish
and English, but German wasn't spoken outside of class. Fr. Urban was the
Prefect and Fr. Ermin was band director and English Prof. Fr. Bup-up
(nickname) was an old Botonist who sometimes fell asleep in class, but knew
his plants. He had me bring him some special moss that grew only in the
Copper Country. I'm 91 years old and am getting tired so I'll continue
Ed continued on 2-18-99. In response to questions about Picnic Day and Manuel Chavez (a prolific writer for the Brown & White):
I never heard of 'Picnic Day.' We were up at
6:00, Mass at 7:00, study hall 8:00 till 9:00, class until 12:00, lunch & rec
until 1:00, class till 3:00, rec till 5:00, then supper, 6:00 - 8:00 study
hall, then to bed. As to the Chavez's, there were 3 of them, a Spaniard, a
Mexican and an Indian. I don't remember their first names, but the Indian
went home early--I think he was too shy and homesick.
More names: Sweitser of Louisville, O'Keefe from Missouri, and a name we all
tried to spell, Gorzelanczyk from Nantikoke, Penn.
I have been remembering more about the old days, so I
thought I'd just add them to what I gave you. Tuition, board and room cost
the princely sum of $20 a month, but only if you could afford it. Besides
the 5 languages, we had math, history, religion and geography. We translated
the "Iliad and the Odyssey" from Greek to English. I wrote a "Pensum" that
won me a book of synonyms and antonyms.
Ed's daughter sent this note:
My dad, Ed Goulet, has certainly enjoyed corresponding with you and viewing and listening to the CDs...many long stored away memories have been stirred. He has not been able to e-mail you lately because he contracted pneumonia the beginning of this month, was in the hospital for 10 days, and is now recuperating here at home. He is gaining strength every day but still tires very easily. Hopefully he'll be back in touch soon. Please keep him in your prayers. Marjorie Mohror, daughter
Ed recovered from pneumonia and continued writing
I remember the confining quarters in the old seminary at 1615 Vine, then the beauty of the
new seminary in the country. One day we golfed in the field behind the seminary. I hit a good
drive but couldn't find the ball. (We only had one.) Never golfed since.
We asked Ed for a short biography to find out what else he's been up to over the years: