EDWARD W. MACKEY
(1876 - 1940)
Ed. W. Mackey, Dies On Street in Frederic
Edward Mackey, 64, (photo) retired newspaper man, died of a heart attack while walking on the street at Frederic, Polk county, Wednesday night at 11 o'clock.
Mr. Mackey had been at Frederic to hold a meeting of census enumerators in his position as one of the state supervisors of the census. He had been in the city Tuesday and expected to return before the end of the week. The body was returned here last night and will lie in state at the Elks club from 2 o'clock this afternoon until the hour of the funeral. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 at the Elks club with Rev. Henry Halinde, Shawano, state chaplain of the Elks, officiating. Burial will be at Evergreen.
Born in 1876 at Monroe, Mackey got his first job in a newspaper office at the age of 14, his position being that of printer's devil. He came to this city to become a member of the staff of the Daily Herald shortly after its founding, Oct. 19, 1898, and continued to be identified with newspaper work until his retirement May 1, 1932. In 1918 the Herald bought the Daily News and became known as Herald-News. William F. Ohde and Mackey had been associated for a number of years. Then in 1932 the Daily times and Herald-News were merged under the same name of the Herald-Times and Mr. Mackey retired. He was active in civic affairs, assisted in the drive for the construction of the hospital, in the bond drives during the world war, with the organization of the state Chamber of Commerce of which he was a director, in the organization of the Hotel Manitowoc of which he was also a director, the Elks and Lions. He served as state president of the Elks for two terms and was a state officer of the Lions.
He was married to Linda Gerpheide in 1905 and she is the only immediate survivor.
Manitowoc Sun Messenger, Friday, March 29, 1940 P. 4
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EDWARD W. MACKEY
It was with a keen sense of personal loss that we turned the column rules yesterday to mark the story of the death of Edward W. Mackey. It was a sense of loss that was felt throughout the community, and throughout the state.
It isn't only that we have lost a leading citizen whose interests were all-inclusive, whose activities touched every part of the community, whose abilities and willingness to use them made him one of the most valuable of citizens.
It is more than that. In Mr. Mackey's death we lose that rarest of all men-a human, friendly, generous, tolerant personality with a love of people and a zest for life. He was, in the fullest sense, a man. There is no higher tribute, and he would have wanted none higher.
If Ed had one love, he cherished among many, it was love for the newspaper game. It was a game to him, and a game worth playing above all others. Because we know that love and understand and feel a kinship with it, we feel more keenly than most others the news of his passing.
For more than thirty years, Ed Mackey made Manitowoc his beat. The called him an editor. But Ed never felt like an editor. He was a reporter, and even in the closing years of his newspaper career he was happier when digging up a story and pounding it out in true, four-fingered newspaper style than when he sat at a desk directing the handling of news that others wrote.
He was an old-time, two-fisted, news-hound of the type who pioneered the more smoothly running, highly organized newspaper business of today. He started in the days when news was written long-hand, when complicated machinery and mechanical processes had no more place in the back-room than a Sunday school picnic. He started when world news was bought in strips of boiler-plate that was received by mail and set right into forms without even being read. He saw the coming of the telegraph men who sent and received wire news by code, and then saw them replaced by the teletypes we use today. He spanned the years between the one-man news room and the well-organized, well-equipped newspaper of 1940.
Even after retiring from the newspaper business, Ed remained a newspaperman. He used to drop in several times a week to tip us off on a story, to give us a story, to ask the "dope" on a story. When he had a story to give, he couldn't shake the habit of writing it himself. He would squat down on the edge of the desk of the nearest newsman and dictate it, from the lead right through to the end.
And he never lost the aversion from personal publicity that most newspapermen have. Ed was so active that he was always a source of news and often in the news. But his favorite expression, as he gave a story, was: "Leave me out of it." We couldn't leave him out of it most of the time. He appreciated that, but he couldn't shake the distaste for seeing his won name in print. Like a doctor who spends his life giving medicine to others and refusing to treat any of his own ailments. Ed spent his life writing news about others but hated news of himself.
More than most people, Edward Mackey was part of the community from which he drew the news for his paper. And he was an active part. He had a faculty of becoming a leader in everything in which he participated. Most newspapermen feel that is a handicap. Ed never did. He managed to be both a good newspaperman and a leader in a dozen and one other things. He was a founder and long a leader in the State Chamber of Commerce. For years he was one of the state's leading Elks. He stood high in the state Democratic party, through the lean years and the fat, even though he never asked public office for himself. There was seldom a community or state social service movement that didn't find Edward Mackey at work in it somewhere. One of the amazing things about his was his ability to do so much.
And yet, in all he did, he never asked for thanks or for credit. His reward was the opportunity to serve. Few people ever realized how many fires he warmed his irons in. But to the few who did know, Edward Mackey was a man among men-the type of man and citizen one idealizes but seldom meets.
There are so few citizens with the qualities possessed by Edward Mackey, that we can ill afford to lese them. There is all too little of the unselfishness, the community interest, the willingness to serve that he possessed. Too few of us are willing to give of our time and abilities in the interests of the entire community as he did. Most of us are too busy making our own living, organizing and building our own lives, to spare time to help others. But that never occurred to him. He seemed to hold his own life and interests as incidentals to the interests of others.
The thought that Edward Mackey is dead is an unhappy one-and, yet, if he had to die, he would have chosen no other way. He died with his boots on-working, despite poor health, and working hard. Perhaps he might have lived longer if he had not thrown himself so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically into the work of the 1940 census. But, still, he would have lost something of himself if he had held back. He found his joy of life in enthusiastic, complete immersion in whatever job he had to do at the moment. He died as he would have wanted to-in the midst of a job.
One could write pages about Edward Mackey. Hundreds of morals could be drawn from his full life of active service. Columns could be devoted to listing things for which he deserves the thanks of the community and eternal credit. But Edward Mackey wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want it at all. We can see him now, running his hand through his magnificent head of white hair, gripping his cane six inches below the handle, waving his hand and grinning as he walked out the door, and calling, as an emphatic afterthought: "Leave me out of it!"
Manitowoc Herald Times, Wis., Friday, March 29, 1940 pg. 4
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▪ died: 03-30-1940 at Frederic WI
▪ age: 64 years
▪ cause: cerebral hemorrhage
▪ buried on Edw. W. Mackey and Mrs. John Frick lot
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(1876 - 1940)
Ed. W. Mackey, Dies On Street in Frederic
Edward Mackey, 64, (photo) retired newspaper man, died of a heart attack while walking on the street at Frederic, Polk county, Wednesday night at 11 o'clock.
Mr. Mackey had been at Frederic to hold a meeting of census enumerators in his position as one of the state supervisors of the census. He had been in the city Tuesday and expected to return before the end of the week. The body was returned here last night and will lie in state at the Elks club from 2 o'clock this afternoon until the hour of the funeral. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 at the Elks club with Rev. Henry Halinde, Shawano, state chaplain of the Elks, officiating. Burial will be at Evergreen.
Born in 1876 at Monroe, Mackey got his first job in a newspaper office at the age of 14, his position being that of printer's devil. He came to this city to become a member of the staff of the Daily Herald shortly after its founding, Oct. 19, 1898, and continued to be identified with newspaper work until his retirement May 1, 1932. In 1918 the Herald bought the Daily News and became known as Herald-News. William F. Ohde and Mackey had been associated for a number of years. Then in 1932 the Daily times and Herald-News were merged under the same name of the Herald-Times and Mr. Mackey retired. He was active in civic affairs, assisted in the drive for the construction of the hospital, in the bond drives during the world war, with the organization of the state Chamber of Commerce of which he was a director, in the organization of the Hotel Manitowoc of which he was also a director, the Elks and Lions. He served as state president of the Elks for two terms and was a state officer of the Lions.
He was married to Linda Gerpheide in 1905 and she is the only immediate survivor.
Manitowoc Sun Messenger, Friday, March 29, 1940 P. 4
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EDWARD W. MACKEY
It was with a keen sense of personal loss that we turned the column rules yesterday to mark the story of the death of Edward W. Mackey. It was a sense of loss that was felt throughout the community, and throughout the state.
It isn't only that we have lost a leading citizen whose interests were all-inclusive, whose activities touched every part of the community, whose abilities and willingness to use them made him one of the most valuable of citizens.
It is more than that. In Mr. Mackey's death we lose that rarest of all men-a human, friendly, generous, tolerant personality with a love of people and a zest for life. He was, in the fullest sense, a man. There is no higher tribute, and he would have wanted none higher.
If Ed had one love, he cherished among many, it was love for the newspaper game. It was a game to him, and a game worth playing above all others. Because we know that love and understand and feel a kinship with it, we feel more keenly than most others the news of his passing.
For more than thirty years, Ed Mackey made Manitowoc his beat. The called him an editor. But Ed never felt like an editor. He was a reporter, and even in the closing years of his newspaper career he was happier when digging up a story and pounding it out in true, four-fingered newspaper style than when he sat at a desk directing the handling of news that others wrote.
He was an old-time, two-fisted, news-hound of the type who pioneered the more smoothly running, highly organized newspaper business of today. He started in the days when news was written long-hand, when complicated machinery and mechanical processes had no more place in the back-room than a Sunday school picnic. He started when world news was bought in strips of boiler-plate that was received by mail and set right into forms without even being read. He saw the coming of the telegraph men who sent and received wire news by code, and then saw them replaced by the teletypes we use today. He spanned the years between the one-man news room and the well-organized, well-equipped newspaper of 1940.
Even after retiring from the newspaper business, Ed remained a newspaperman. He used to drop in several times a week to tip us off on a story, to give us a story, to ask the "dope" on a story. When he had a story to give, he couldn't shake the habit of writing it himself. He would squat down on the edge of the desk of the nearest newsman and dictate it, from the lead right through to the end.
And he never lost the aversion from personal publicity that most newspapermen have. Ed was so active that he was always a source of news and often in the news. But his favorite expression, as he gave a story, was: "Leave me out of it." We couldn't leave him out of it most of the time. He appreciated that, but he couldn't shake the distaste for seeing his won name in print. Like a doctor who spends his life giving medicine to others and refusing to treat any of his own ailments. Ed spent his life writing news about others but hated news of himself.
More than most people, Edward Mackey was part of the community from which he drew the news for his paper. And he was an active part. He had a faculty of becoming a leader in everything in which he participated. Most newspapermen feel that is a handicap. Ed never did. He managed to be both a good newspaperman and a leader in a dozen and one other things. He was a founder and long a leader in the State Chamber of Commerce. For years he was one of the state's leading Elks. He stood high in the state Democratic party, through the lean years and the fat, even though he never asked public office for himself. There was seldom a community or state social service movement that didn't find Edward Mackey at work in it somewhere. One of the amazing things about his was his ability to do so much.
And yet, in all he did, he never asked for thanks or for credit. His reward was the opportunity to serve. Few people ever realized how many fires he warmed his irons in. But to the few who did know, Edward Mackey was a man among men-the type of man and citizen one idealizes but seldom meets.
There are so few citizens with the qualities possessed by Edward Mackey, that we can ill afford to lese them. There is all too little of the unselfishness, the community interest, the willingness to serve that he possessed. Too few of us are willing to give of our time and abilities in the interests of the entire community as he did. Most of us are too busy making our own living, organizing and building our own lives, to spare time to help others. But that never occurred to him. He seemed to hold his own life and interests as incidentals to the interests of others.
The thought that Edward Mackey is dead is an unhappy one-and, yet, if he had to die, he would have chosen no other way. He died with his boots on-working, despite poor health, and working hard. Perhaps he might have lived longer if he had not thrown himself so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically into the work of the 1940 census. But, still, he would have lost something of himself if he had held back. He found his joy of life in enthusiastic, complete immersion in whatever job he had to do at the moment. He died as he would have wanted to-in the midst of a job.
One could write pages about Edward Mackey. Hundreds of morals could be drawn from his full life of active service. Columns could be devoted to listing things for which he deserves the thanks of the community and eternal credit. But Edward Mackey wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want it at all. We can see him now, running his hand through his magnificent head of white hair, gripping his cane six inches below the handle, waving his hand and grinning as he walked out the door, and calling, as an emphatic afterthought: "Leave me out of it!"
Manitowoc Herald Times, Wis., Friday, March 29, 1940 pg. 4
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▪ died: 03-30-1940 at Frederic WI
▪ age: 64 years
▪ cause: cerebral hemorrhage
▪ buried on Edw. W. Mackey and Mrs. John Frick lot
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EDWARD W. MACKEY
(1876 - 1940)
Ed. W. Mackey, Dies On Street in Frederic
Edward Mackey, 64, (photo) retired newspaper man, died of a heart attack while walking on the street at Frederic, Polk county, Wednesday night at 11 o'clock.
Mr. Mackey had been at Frederic to hold a meeting of census enumerators in his position as one of the state supervisors of the census. He had been in the city Tuesday and expected to return before the end of the week. The body was returned here last night and will lie in state at the Elks club from 2 o'clock this afternoon until the hour of the funeral. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 at the Elks club with Rev. Henry Halinde, Shawano, state chaplain of the Elks, officiating. Burial will be at Evergreen.
Born in 1876 at Monroe, Mackey got his first job in a newspaper office at the age of 14, his position being that of printer's devil. He came to this city to become a member of the staff of the Daily Herald shortly after its founding, Oct. 19, 1898, and continued to be identified with newspaper work until his retirement May 1, 1932. In 1918 the Herald bought the Daily News and became known as Herald-News. William F. Ohde and Mackey had been associated for a number of years. Then in 1932 the Daily times and Herald-News were merged under the same name of the Herald-Times and Mr. Mackey retired. He was active in civic affairs, assisted in the drive for the construction of the hospital, in the bond drives during the world war, with the organization of the state Chamber of Commerce of which he was a director, in the organization of the Hotel Manitowoc of which he was also a director, the Elks and Lions. He served as state president of the Elks for two terms and was a state officer of the Lions.
He was married to Linda Gerpheide in 1905 and she is the only immediate survivor.
Manitowoc Sun Messenger, Friday, March 29, 1940 P. 4
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EDWARD W. MACKEY
It was with a keen sense of personal loss that we turned the column rules yesterday to mark the story of the death of Edward W. Mackey. It was a sense of loss that was felt throughout the community, and throughout the state.
It isn't only that we have lost a leading citizen whose interests were all-inclusive, whose activities touched every part of the community, whose abilities and willingness to use them made him one of the most valuable of citizens.
It is more than that. In Mr. Mackey's death we lose that rarest of all men-a human, friendly, generous, tolerant personality with a love of people and a zest for life. He was, in the fullest sense, a man. There is no higher tribute, and he would have wanted none higher.
If Ed had one love, he cherished among many, it was love for the newspaper game. It was a game to him, and a game worth playing above all others. Because we know that love and understand and feel a kinship with it, we feel more keenly than most others the news of his passing.
For more than thirty years, Ed Mackey made Manitowoc his beat. The called him an editor. But Ed never felt like an editor. He was a reporter, and even in the closing years of his newspaper career he was happier when digging up a story and pounding it out in true, four-fingered newspaper style than when he sat at a desk directing the handling of news that others wrote.
He was an old-time, two-fisted, news-hound of the type who pioneered the more smoothly running, highly organized newspaper business of today. He started in the days when news was written long-hand, when complicated machinery and mechanical processes had no more place in the back-room than a Sunday school picnic. He started when world news was bought in strips of boiler-plate that was received by mail and set right into forms without even being read. He saw the coming of the telegraph men who sent and received wire news by code, and then saw them replaced by the teletypes we use today. He spanned the years between the one-man news room and the well-organized, well-equipped newspaper of 1940.
Even after retiring from the newspaper business, Ed remained a newspaperman. He used to drop in several times a week to tip us off on a story, to give us a story, to ask the "dope" on a story. When he had a story to give, he couldn't shake the habit of writing it himself. He would squat down on the edge of the desk of the nearest newsman and dictate it, from the lead right through to the end.
And he never lost the aversion from personal publicity that most newspapermen have. Ed was so active that he was always a source of news and often in the news. But his favorite expression, as he gave a story, was: "Leave me out of it." We couldn't leave him out of it most of the time. He appreciated that, but he couldn't shake the distaste for seeing his won name in print. Like a doctor who spends his life giving medicine to others and refusing to treat any of his own ailments. Ed spent his life writing news about others but hated news of himself.
More than most people, Edward Mackey was part of the community from which he drew the news for his paper. And he was an active part. He had a faculty of becoming a leader in everything in which he participated. Most newspapermen feel that is a handicap. Ed never did. He managed to be both a good newspaperman and a leader in a dozen and one other things. He was a founder and long a leader in the State Chamber of Commerce. For years he was one of the state's leading Elks. He stood high in the state Democratic party, through the lean years and the fat, even though he never asked public office for himself. There was seldom a community or state social service movement that didn't find Edward Mackey at work in it somewhere. One of the amazing things about his was his ability to do so much.
And yet, in all he did, he never asked for thanks or for credit. His reward was the opportunity to serve. Few people ever realized how many fires he warmed his irons in. But to the few who did know, Edward Mackey was a man among men-the type of man and citizen one idealizes but seldom meets.
There are so few citizens with the qualities possessed by Edward Mackey, that we can ill afford to lese them. There is all too little of the unselfishness, the community interest, the willingness to serve that he possessed. Too few of us are willing to give of our time and abilities in the interests of the entire community as he did. Most of us are too busy making our own living, organizing and building our own lives, to spare time to help others. But that never occurred to him. He seemed to hold his own life and interests as incidentals to the interests of others.
The thought that Edward Mackey is dead is an unhappy one-and, yet, if he had to die, he would have chosen no other way. He died with his boots on-working, despite poor health, and working hard. Perhaps he might have lived longer if he had not thrown himself so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically into the work of the 1940 census. But, still, he would have lost something of himself if he had held back. He found his joy of life in enthusiastic, complete immersion in whatever job he had to do at the moment. He died as he would have wanted to-in the midst of a job.
One could write pages about Edward Mackey. Hundreds of morals could be drawn from his full life of active service. Columns could be devoted to listing things for which he deserves the thanks of the community and eternal credit. But Edward Mackey wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want it at all. We can see him now, running his hand through his magnificent head of white hair, gripping his cane six inches below the handle, waving his hand and grinning as he walked out the door, and calling, as an emphatic afterthought: "Leave me out of it!"
Manitowoc Herald Times, Wis., Friday, March 29, 1940 pg. 4
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▪ died: 03-30-1940 at Frederic WI
▪ age: 64 years
▪ cause: cerebral hemorrhage
▪ buried on Edw. W. Mackey and Mrs. John Frick lot
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(1876 - 1940)
Ed. W. Mackey, Dies On Street in Frederic
Edward Mackey, 64, (photo) retired newspaper man, died of a heart attack while walking on the street at Frederic, Polk county, Wednesday night at 11 o'clock.
Mr. Mackey had been at Frederic to hold a meeting of census enumerators in his position as one of the state supervisors of the census. He had been in the city Tuesday and expected to return before the end of the week. The body was returned here last night and will lie in state at the Elks club from 2 o'clock this afternoon until the hour of the funeral. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 at the Elks club with Rev. Henry Halinde, Shawano, state chaplain of the Elks, officiating. Burial will be at Evergreen.
Born in 1876 at Monroe, Mackey got his first job in a newspaper office at the age of 14, his position being that of printer's devil. He came to this city to become a member of the staff of the Daily Herald shortly after its founding, Oct. 19, 1898, and continued to be identified with newspaper work until his retirement May 1, 1932. In 1918 the Herald bought the Daily News and became known as Herald-News. William F. Ohde and Mackey had been associated for a number of years. Then in 1932 the Daily times and Herald-News were merged under the same name of the Herald-Times and Mr. Mackey retired. He was active in civic affairs, assisted in the drive for the construction of the hospital, in the bond drives during the world war, with the organization of the state Chamber of Commerce of which he was a director, in the organization of the Hotel Manitowoc of which he was also a director, the Elks and Lions. He served as state president of the Elks for two terms and was a state officer of the Lions.
He was married to Linda Gerpheide in 1905 and she is the only immediate survivor.
Manitowoc Sun Messenger, Friday, March 29, 1940 P. 4
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EDWARD W. MACKEY
It was with a keen sense of personal loss that we turned the column rules yesterday to mark the story of the death of Edward W. Mackey. It was a sense of loss that was felt throughout the community, and throughout the state.
It isn't only that we have lost a leading citizen whose interests were all-inclusive, whose activities touched every part of the community, whose abilities and willingness to use them made him one of the most valuable of citizens.
It is more than that. In Mr. Mackey's death we lose that rarest of all men-a human, friendly, generous, tolerant personality with a love of people and a zest for life. He was, in the fullest sense, a man. There is no higher tribute, and he would have wanted none higher.
If Ed had one love, he cherished among many, it was love for the newspaper game. It was a game to him, and a game worth playing above all others. Because we know that love and understand and feel a kinship with it, we feel more keenly than most others the news of his passing.
For more than thirty years, Ed Mackey made Manitowoc his beat. The called him an editor. But Ed never felt like an editor. He was a reporter, and even in the closing years of his newspaper career he was happier when digging up a story and pounding it out in true, four-fingered newspaper style than when he sat at a desk directing the handling of news that others wrote.
He was an old-time, two-fisted, news-hound of the type who pioneered the more smoothly running, highly organized newspaper business of today. He started in the days when news was written long-hand, when complicated machinery and mechanical processes had no more place in the back-room than a Sunday school picnic. He started when world news was bought in strips of boiler-plate that was received by mail and set right into forms without even being read. He saw the coming of the telegraph men who sent and received wire news by code, and then saw them replaced by the teletypes we use today. He spanned the years between the one-man news room and the well-organized, well-equipped newspaper of 1940.
Even after retiring from the newspaper business, Ed remained a newspaperman. He used to drop in several times a week to tip us off on a story, to give us a story, to ask the "dope" on a story. When he had a story to give, he couldn't shake the habit of writing it himself. He would squat down on the edge of the desk of the nearest newsman and dictate it, from the lead right through to the end.
And he never lost the aversion from personal publicity that most newspapermen have. Ed was so active that he was always a source of news and often in the news. But his favorite expression, as he gave a story, was: "Leave me out of it." We couldn't leave him out of it most of the time. He appreciated that, but he couldn't shake the distaste for seeing his won name in print. Like a doctor who spends his life giving medicine to others and refusing to treat any of his own ailments. Ed spent his life writing news about others but hated news of himself.
More than most people, Edward Mackey was part of the community from which he drew the news for his paper. And he was an active part. He had a faculty of becoming a leader in everything in which he participated. Most newspapermen feel that is a handicap. Ed never did. He managed to be both a good newspaperman and a leader in a dozen and one other things. He was a founder and long a leader in the State Chamber of Commerce. For years he was one of the state's leading Elks. He stood high in the state Democratic party, through the lean years and the fat, even though he never asked public office for himself. There was seldom a community or state social service movement that didn't find Edward Mackey at work in it somewhere. One of the amazing things about his was his ability to do so much.
And yet, in all he did, he never asked for thanks or for credit. His reward was the opportunity to serve. Few people ever realized how many fires he warmed his irons in. But to the few who did know, Edward Mackey was a man among men-the type of man and citizen one idealizes but seldom meets.
There are so few citizens with the qualities possessed by Edward Mackey, that we can ill afford to lese them. There is all too little of the unselfishness, the community interest, the willingness to serve that he possessed. Too few of us are willing to give of our time and abilities in the interests of the entire community as he did. Most of us are too busy making our own living, organizing and building our own lives, to spare time to help others. But that never occurred to him. He seemed to hold his own life and interests as incidentals to the interests of others.
The thought that Edward Mackey is dead is an unhappy one-and, yet, if he had to die, he would have chosen no other way. He died with his boots on-working, despite poor health, and working hard. Perhaps he might have lived longer if he had not thrown himself so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically into the work of the 1940 census. But, still, he would have lost something of himself if he had held back. He found his joy of life in enthusiastic, complete immersion in whatever job he had to do at the moment. He died as he would have wanted to-in the midst of a job.
One could write pages about Edward Mackey. Hundreds of morals could be drawn from his full life of active service. Columns could be devoted to listing things for which he deserves the thanks of the community and eternal credit. But Edward Mackey wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want it at all. We can see him now, running his hand through his magnificent head of white hair, gripping his cane six inches below the handle, waving his hand and grinning as he walked out the door, and calling, as an emphatic afterthought: "Leave me out of it!"
Manitowoc Herald Times, Wis., Friday, March 29, 1940 pg. 4
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▪ died: 03-30-1940 at Frederic WI
▪ age: 64 years
▪ cause: cerebral hemorrhage
▪ buried on Edw. W. Mackey and Mrs. John Frick lot
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