Rupert Alexander Edwards

rupert edwards

July 2, 1947 ~ September 12, 2023


Resided in: Scarborough, Maine

Cumberland Foreside- Rupert Alexander Edwards, age 76, passed away on the evening of September 12, 2023 from complications of Lewy Body Dementia. He passed away peacefully at the Mooring in Cumberland. Despite his difficult struggle with memory loss, Rupert always handled the adversity he faced with courage, grace and his wonderful sense of humor. Rupert was born on July 2, 1947 in Stambourne, Halstead, United Kingdom. He was the son of the late James A. and Daphne A.H. (Stewart) Edwards. Rupert was one of a large family including a brother and 5 sisters. His childhood in England was an adventurous one. He had a fascination with trains at an early age, causing him to miss many a day of school preferring the company of steam engines in the train yard to that of his teachers and classmates. He loved his little dog, Rosie and spending time with his best friend Adrian Abbott, a lifelong pal. He moved to West Bergholt, a small village outside of Colchester, England as a young lad. He had many adventures with his pals sailing, taking apart and fixing up cars and getting into a few scrapes on motorbikes. As he got older, he started a fencing business and purchased an old red truck which he named “The Red Rooster.” He and his mates spent many happy evenings at the White Hart, the local village pub. In 1968, Rupert met his wife Marian when she moved to the UK to work and study in London after graduating from college in the US. Marian’s long time pen pal and friend, Val (Adrian’s wife) introduced her to Rupert and shortly thereafter they became a couple. Rupert and the Red Rooster made many trips to London visiting Marian. They were engaged a few years later and became partners for life. Rupert moved to the US and married Marian in Toms River, New Jersey on August 2, 1972. After they were married, Rupert and Marian moved to South Freeport, Maine where Marian had a job teaching in the school and Rupert worked in the local construction business. Rupert fondly remembers these years as some of the happiest times in his life. Rupert worked briefly as a draftsman before he attended Southern Maine Vocational Technical Institute. He received his associate degree from SMVTI in 1978 in Building Construction and went on to start his own residential construction company which he grew into his business, RA Edwards Construction. He worked very hard at his trade and was a meticulous craftsman. He took great pride in his work, building many beautiful, well crafted, homes for local families. Rupert and Marian later moved to Falmouth, Maine and had two children, Sonya and Justin. Rupert was a wonderful and loving father and husband. Family was the most important thing to him and he loved his wife and children deeply. He took great pride in his children and loved watching them grow. Rupert was the kind of father who was always there to celebrate life's moments big and small, listen when times were tough, lend a helping hand or give a big hug when it was needed. He loved taking his children on boating adventures in Casco Bay with fond memories of times spent with friends exploring the islands together. Another love of Rupert’s was dogs. He always had a trusted golden retriever by his side and had a special connection with his pets. Being true to his English heritage, he also took great pride in gardening and keeping a beautiful yard. One of Rupert's favorite hobbies was restoring antique British sports cars including a 1975 Triumph TR6 and a 1957 Austin Healy. Refurbishing and driving these cars gave Rupert great happiness. In 2004, Rupert lost his wife Marian suddenly and it was a loss he never truly recovered from. The passing of his best friend and partner was very difficult and he missed her tremendously. His family and friends became all the more important parts of his life. He would never miss a family gathering, birthday party or Christmas together. He loved spending time with family at Christmas, and relished time spent with his grandchildren. Rupert was lucky to have several lifelong friends over the years who were with him for many fun times and adventures and stuck with him through the difficult times as well. He was blessed to have such strong friendships and he valued them a great deal. Rupert was a warm, gentle and kind person with a quiet yet witty sense of humor. He had a genuine ability to be with people, young and old. He loved all children, and would spend hours playing with them, telling stories or going on whatever adventures they could think up. He was a loving and devoted husband, father, brother and friend. His friends and family are incredibly grateful for the time he was with us and the impact he had on our lives. His presence will be greatly missed but his memory will live on in our hearts. Rupert was predeceased by his wife Marian Edwards and sister, Anthea Edwards. He is survived by his daughter, Sonya Edwards and grandchildren Adrian and Sebastian of Cumberland Foreside; his son, Justin Edwards, wife Christine Edwards and grandchildren Marshall and Sophia of Falmouth. He is also survived by his brother, Martin Edwards and his wife Jill of the UK, and his sisters, Julia Pucci and her husband Amos, Clare Edwards, Myfanwy Alexander, Helen Mary Jones and many nieces and nephews, all of the UK. A celebration of Rupert’s life will be held on October 18, 2023 at Gritty McDuffs in Freeport from 3-6 pm. Arrangements are under the direction of the Conroy-Tully Walker Funeral Home, 172 State Street, Portland, ME. To view Rupert’s memorial page, or to share an online condolence, please visit www.ConroyTullyWalker.com. Those who wish to make a contribution in Rupert’s memory can donate to The Maine Audubon: https://maineaudubon.org/support/give/

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  1. When I think of Rupert, I cannot help but wander back in time to when we first met. Which reminds me of how Rupert always possessed the quality of seeing the world in a practical way without ever not seeing it, in that not always practical way, of relationships and closeness to friends and family.
    We met working in less-than-ideal conditions in an old furniture factory (Thomas P Beals, once the maker of fine furniture). And rapidly became friendly with each other. We were both new to Maine, both driving from far out of town into Portland (Rupert from South Freeport, and I from North Yarmouth), working at jobs that were meant to-tide us over, till we found our footing. Rupert and Marian were newly married. Mary and I were the parents of a baby girl who was not long past her second birthday. Neither of us were a two-car family. Marian was a teacher at both Freeport and Yarmouth. And Mary was alone in the middle of an untended hay pasture all day. Commuting was not a bundle of laughs.
    It was Rupert who had the sense to suggest the obvious. Which is why don’t we carpool. This coming after much lamentation on how back in England, where he was from, we would have ridden on a train to work. Well then, we did often carpool, swapping cars – a bright Yellow Ford Mustang and a dull Blue Mercury Comet (in true Detroit fashion, neither car could really live up to their namesakes) — meeting outside the corner store at the harbor end of Main Street in Yarmouth (where you could get anything from canned goods to a full breakfast (now the site of a Rosemont Market). The next thing you know Rupert and Marian suggested we visit them for lunch or dinner in South Freeport. With our daughter Jessica in tow (who immediately took to them) we did… and that was it — the beginning of a lifelong friendship, covering over five decades in which, as my mother used to say, a lot of water went over the dam. As water must. It all flows to the sea and starts all over again (which in a way is how things feel today). And indeed, it was as close a friendship as any that word can conjure up. It would be a daunting task to relive all the times experienced, all the changes we saw together, and all the doors passed through. Though one smiles now at the thought of them.
    It is said that as all things begin so they also end.
    “I think here I will leave you. It has come to seem
    There is no perfect ending.
    Indeed, there are infinite endings.
    Or perhaps, once one begins
    There are only endings.”
    Louise Gluck, Faithful and Virtuous Night 2014
    I will miss Rupert as I miss Marian. But in also remembering the water that makes up the river that flows over the dam that runs to the sea to become clouds and rain and return to the river, I think of what I once heard said at the passing of a friend (this may be an Irish thing!). Rather than be so saddened that we will not see him again, let us be glad that we were lucky enough to know him in the first place.
    So, it was. It’s has been good to know ya, Rupert.
    —– Gregory Stowe

  2. Remembering Rupert:

    I have many fond memories of Rupert . He played paper dolls with me when I was a child. As a teenager he introduced me to my 1st gin and tonic. He taught me how to drive and took me for my license. I still think of all the Thanksgivings and Easters and rainy Memorial Day cookouts we had together. He was always fun and had great stories to tell. He was family to me and I think of him often. He will be very much missed but we are so lucky to have had him in our life.

    Jessica (Stowe)


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