Some family stories of Ed (Mohs) Arnaud
Jul 21, 2023 6:39:12 GMT -5
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Post by arno58 on Jul 21, 2023 6:39:12 GMT -5
Per request.
I was asked to share a few stories of my brother Ed so hope you enjoy.
Ed was the fourth child of my parents I was the fifth (the baby) and growing up for my early years, I knew as sure as the sun would come up in the morning, Ed was going to beat me up! (Sibling beat me up so like, punch me) until one day…when I had enough. and I decked him! He never beat me up again!
One Christmas, when we were young, Ed got these water rockets that basically you filled up halfway with water, pump them up with a hand pump, release and the water streams out the back and it soars up into the sky…unless you’re Ed…and you release it, in the house! If you do that it will ricochet off the ceiling, dent it and pop our 300 lb. Italian Dad in the head…it didn’t end very well for Ed!
Ed had a little trick of placing a plastic glass of water or a water balloon on the crack of the door to our bedroom (Ed had the top bunk) which would then drop and hit my brother in the head when the door opened …unless it hits my 300 lb. Italian Dad in the head…and the, it didn’t end well for Ed!
When we were middle school age Ed and I had to to go to bed 30-minutes before our two older brothers, see we were all in one room. I’m confident you all know of Ed’s love of Jim Morrison and The Doors. Ed would put on the Doors, especially the album that featured the song “The End”. it would scare the crap out of me, I used to pray…please let me fall asleep before that song came on…mostly it was because Ed loved the Doors, but it didn’t break his heart that it scared me!
This next one, I need you to hang with me all the way through to the end, I promise it will honor Ed. For six years I made my living, 5-nights a week playing drums in a cover band called Passin Thru we were the house band at the Stag and Hound. Playing in a bar I learned how alcohol and people’s metabolism work. Ed, unfortunately, had a low tolerance to alcohol a few drinks and he would be “off to the races”. One particular night Ed came to see us and much to my chagrin he was having one of those nights. Towards the end of the night…we did the one Doors song we knew that I sang, which was LA Woman. I knew it was going to amp Ed up. Ed became Jim Morrison incarnate, shirt off, going table to table, out of control. We ended the song and I got up from the drums and literally bodily threw him out of the bar…
First thing, early the next morning, Ed was at my front door…hat in hand. He apologized and said “I guess I got a little out of hand, I said no you got allot out hand…I have to go back in there Ed, I love you, your my brother, you are welcome in my bar anytime, but you can never do that again. If the booze is getting to you, you need to bail”. He came and saw me perform many times after that. and NEVER did it again…I was so proud of him!
Last one, at the turn of the Millennium (1999) Ed decided to celebrate it in…Las Vegas. On January 1st, 2000 my Mom called and asked me, how do you wire money to someone? I asked, why are you asking, I need to wire Ed some money…I asked why…for bail money…I got the wire transfer setup and ask Ed to call me…I said what the hell did you do? He said I got arrested for D&D …I said bulls$&t Vegas promotes D&D. All he really did was J-walk, at 2:30 AM and cross the strip, in the middle of the strip, right in front of a cop car!
Leave it to my big brother Ed, the only person who could get arrested, in Vegas, on New Years Eve, in 1999, at the turn of the Century! He spent a few hours in the pokey and Mom and I bailed him out, no harm, no foul!
Ed was certainly unique from a little kid to the very end. Hopefully these stories give you all more insight as to what made Ed…Ed. While the last few years he pulled somewhat away from us but, until my Mom passed, we were an engaged, robust, happy Italian family of eight, that didn’t have allot, but what we did have, was allot of love, a stable home life and allot of fun!
I was asked to share a few stories of my brother Ed so hope you enjoy.
Ed was the fourth child of my parents I was the fifth (the baby) and growing up for my early years, I knew as sure as the sun would come up in the morning, Ed was going to beat me up! (Sibling beat me up so like, punch me) until one day…when I had enough. and I decked him! He never beat me up again!
One Christmas, when we were young, Ed got these water rockets that basically you filled up halfway with water, pump them up with a hand pump, release and the water streams out the back and it soars up into the sky…unless you’re Ed…and you release it, in the house! If you do that it will ricochet off the ceiling, dent it and pop our 300 lb. Italian Dad in the head…it didn’t end very well for Ed!
Ed had a little trick of placing a plastic glass of water or a water balloon on the crack of the door to our bedroom (Ed had the top bunk) which would then drop and hit my brother in the head when the door opened …unless it hits my 300 lb. Italian Dad in the head…and the, it didn’t end well for Ed!
When we were middle school age Ed and I had to to go to bed 30-minutes before our two older brothers, see we were all in one room. I’m confident you all know of Ed’s love of Jim Morrison and The Doors. Ed would put on the Doors, especially the album that featured the song “The End”. it would scare the crap out of me, I used to pray…please let me fall asleep before that song came on…mostly it was because Ed loved the Doors, but it didn’t break his heart that it scared me!
This next one, I need you to hang with me all the way through to the end, I promise it will honor Ed. For six years I made my living, 5-nights a week playing drums in a cover band called Passin Thru we were the house band at the Stag and Hound. Playing in a bar I learned how alcohol and people’s metabolism work. Ed, unfortunately, had a low tolerance to alcohol a few drinks and he would be “off to the races”. One particular night Ed came to see us and much to my chagrin he was having one of those nights. Towards the end of the night…we did the one Doors song we knew that I sang, which was LA Woman. I knew it was going to amp Ed up. Ed became Jim Morrison incarnate, shirt off, going table to table, out of control. We ended the song and I got up from the drums and literally bodily threw him out of the bar…
First thing, early the next morning, Ed was at my front door…hat in hand. He apologized and said “I guess I got a little out of hand, I said no you got allot out hand…I have to go back in there Ed, I love you, your my brother, you are welcome in my bar anytime, but you can never do that again. If the booze is getting to you, you need to bail”. He came and saw me perform many times after that. and NEVER did it again…I was so proud of him!
Last one, at the turn of the Millennium (1999) Ed decided to celebrate it in…Las Vegas. On January 1st, 2000 my Mom called and asked me, how do you wire money to someone? I asked, why are you asking, I need to wire Ed some money…I asked why…for bail money…I got the wire transfer setup and ask Ed to call me…I said what the hell did you do? He said I got arrested for D&D …I said bulls$&t Vegas promotes D&D. All he really did was J-walk, at 2:30 AM and cross the strip, in the middle of the strip, right in front of a cop car!
Leave it to my big brother Ed, the only person who could get arrested, in Vegas, on New Years Eve, in 1999, at the turn of the Century! He spent a few hours in the pokey and Mom and I bailed him out, no harm, no foul!
Ed was certainly unique from a little kid to the very end. Hopefully these stories give you all more insight as to what made Ed…Ed. While the last few years he pulled somewhat away from us but, until my Mom passed, we were an engaged, robust, happy Italian family of eight, that didn’t have allot, but what we did have, was allot of love, a stable home life and allot of fun!