Edward John Marriott (10 Dec 1935 - 8 Dec 2017)

In loving memory of Edward John Marriott who sadly passed away on 8th December 2017. By request, no flowers please, but, if desired, donations may be made payable to RNLI - Chapel St. Leonards or ICU - City Hospital.

On 8th December, after a short illness and just two days before his 82nd birthday, Edward John Marriott passed away, peacefully, in the City Hospital in Nottingham, surrounded by his family and loved ones.

What a lovely man. Everybody who knew Eddie loved him. He had a genuine smile and interest for all those he knew and loved. Always asking ‘how are you?’, and properly listening to the answer. You would often hear him whistling before you saw him, and know that you would be welcomed.

Eddie was born on Minerva Street and lived in Bulwell all of his early life, with his Mum, Jennie, Dad, Eric and sister Edna on Leonard Street, and later with his wife, Di, and children, Helen, Ian and Pam, back on Minerva Street. His childhood was a happy one and he especially loved his holidays to the seaside at Chapel St. Leonards, and vowed that one day he would live there.

He was always singing or whistling. His neighbours on Minerva Street would hear him, through the walls, singing as he got ready for work. As a young man he had a mobile shop and then a milk round, jobs suited to someone who loved chatting to people, and then later he worked for the Fire and Security service at Boots, where he enjoyed the camaraderie of working with and getting up to mischief with his colleagues, many of whom became friends for life.

In 1991 Eddie met his long term partner, Pat. Together they achieved that childhood dream of living at the seaside; buying a caravan in Chapel St. Leonards and having many Summers of fun, partying and getting up to all sorts of shenanigans, like fire walking, with friends. Eventually the caravan was traded for a bungalow, a stones throw (over a big bank) from the beach. Eddie and Pat spent many happy years at the bungalow, and at Pat’s house in Nottingham, and sometimes apart, rounding off each nightly phone call with ‘Night night, sleep tight, God bless. Love you.’

Eddie loved spending time with his family. Grandson, Tom, would move into the bungalow for a week’s holiday just with his Grandad. No parents! Bliss! He would learn such skills as hogging the remote control and introducing Grandad to non-stop Spongebob, shooting a pellet gun at targets carefully placed up on the bank, climbing ‘Spiderman’ webs and using walkie-talkies to keep in touch with Grandad from the beach, while Grandad had a well earned pint in Benbows beach bar, a favourite place where he would also put those singing skills to use as a favourite on the Karaoke scene.

Grandsons, Tyler and Daniel, would come to visit and spend many happy hours exploring on the beach and eating ice-cream, and later, Granddaughter, Edie, would do the same, picking up the TV remote controls where Tom had left off and subjecting poor Grandad to endless hours of kids TV.

Christmases were always spent with Pat, and daughter, Dawn and grandchildren Dionne and Gary, with lots of visits to family for the flurry of December birthdays.

Eddie brought sunshine into the lives of everyone who knew and loved him, and he leaves a big gap for those of us who were lucky enough to spend time with him. He will be greatly missed. His smile, that whistle, always happy to see you, always happy to return to his peace and quiet and to have the TV remote back to himself for a while when visitors left.