R. W. Bro. Edwin Bryan Goodwin
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- Published: Thursday, 12 March 2026 10:21
- Written by Steve Roberts
Some words from W. Bro. David Clemson attending the funeral of R.W. Bro. Eddy Goodwin
Morning, the 4th of March 2026, from my window there was almost no view, such was the mist. Today was to be my first trip to Amersham. The mist prevailed, even at Amersham and as I walked up the hill, still barely able to see beyond 100 yards.
I had the time affixed in my mind for 11.00...and then to find it was 1.00. This gave me much time to further my thought, having spoken of Eddie the previous evening. Bit by bit a number of friends (Brethren) began to arrive, we shared out various memories of Eddie. I have plenty to share, having known him for over 25 years. We had been members of the same lodges, councils etc. for many years and I had the privilege of working very closely with him.
Eddie arrived to a full guard of honour provided by the St John's Ambulance, within which he was a major contributor and mentor within his local area.
There was a fantastic, diverse and inclusive attendance at the celebration of, and thanksgiving for, his life. His family - son, daughter, grandchildren and great-grandchildren - and many friends from various aspects of his life, RAF, GPO/British Telecom and many Masonic Brethren.
This is not the place to give an extensive review of Eddie's many masonic activities and achievements. He was, within London our District Grand Prefect, succeeding Gordon Gentry, then followed by Colin Woodcock. Scott Cargill and I sat together during a very moving service where we both learnt more of the tremendous contribution made outside masonry. One was Owls! Wise, and bearers of wisdom, that was Eddie to a tee.
He lived respected, and died regretted. A hole left in so many lives.
On walking out from the chapel, something was very different. I remarked to Eddie's daughter that the change from mist to bright sunlight had happened, much as Eddie would have wanted. He brought light, calm and warmth into many of our lives.
Having shared several deeply personal memories with Eddie's daughter Elaine and his son Geoff, I was especially invited to the wake afterwards. This was some distance away, close to Eddie's home in Croxley Green. I travelled there courtesy of Nick, Eddie's son-in-law and various members of family. Arriving at The Artichoke in Croxley Green there was, again, a lovely representation of all the dimensions of Eddie. Many tales were told, much great humour was had by all.
Having said my goodbyes to a man very much as a father and mentor to many of us, I thought of the kindness of Eddie and how he would always make time for everyone. I don't think I ever saw him in a hurry...
And, as I finish, I rested my hand on the foot of Eddie's coffin and said "Goodbye, my old friend" and then realising my selfishness, I bade him "Goodbye, our old friend" on behalf of all of us.
Time, wisdom, light, kindness, calm - and Owls - the essence of Eddie.