Edward W. Cowan, 77 years of age, passed away Tuesday, February 25, 2014 at his residence. Ed was born in Bainbridge Township, Ohio on July 25, 1936, the son of the late Wilbur and Eleanor (Imars) Cowan. A lifetime Mantua area resident, he was a graduate of Crestwood School System. Ed retired in 2002 from Crestwood School System after 40 years of service in the maintenance department. Ed was the owner-operator of Cowan Christmas Tree Farm in Mantua Township for many years. A Master Woodworker, he was known for the many toys, furniture and beautiful wood pieces that he skillfully created. He was a collector of Hot Wheels and Match Box Toys. Ed was a member of St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Mantua. On September 11, 1957, he married Marlene R. Cowan who preceded him in death on March 25, 2007. He also was preceded by his grandson Matthew Arnett.
Survivors include his children Raymond (Deborah) Cowan of Toms Brook, Virginia, Andrew Cowan of Mantua, Elizabeth (Douglas) Arnett of Hiram, Kim Cessna of Carrollton, Ohio and Toni (Dan) Velek of Mantua. 13 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren also survive. No calling hours. A graveside funeral service will be held Saturday, March 1, 2014, 11:00 a.m. at Westlawn Cemetery in Mantua Township. Friends and family are invited to return to his residence after the burial for a time of fellowship. Arrangements are by the Green Family Funeral Home & Crematory Service in Mantua.
(Green Family Funeral Home & Crematory Service, 330-274-3145, RC 2-27-14)
My deepest condolenses to you, Andy and family.
Vicky K. (Wisconsin)
With so many fractured branches on my family tree, sometimes it's tough to feel like we have any kind of a legacy, like we actually belong somewhere. But from when I was a tiny little girl getting scooped up into his huge, laughing, bear hugs at Shalersville Elementary School to the last time I saw him in 2010, our Great Uncle Ed was not only a reliable and comforting touchtone, but an absolute beacon of joy. Just pulling up to his old cabin and Christmas tree farm on Route 82 could put a smile on my face-- his home warm and welcoming like a reflection of his heart. It pains me to think of how many people must be mourning him today, but I'm grateful to remember that he delighted literally everyone who encountered him. He will be missed.