Ned

On December 12, 2003 NED THOMAS DRUMGOOLE SR., beloved husband of the late Louise Drumgoole. Friends may call at the FAMILY OWNED MARCH FUNERAL HOME WEST, 4300 Wabash Avenue on Tuesday, after 8:30 A.M., where the family will receive friends on Wednesday at 11:30 A.M., followed by funeral services at 12 noon. See www.marchfh.com

William E. "Ned" Eakle, former Howard County executive and county administrator, died Tuesday of heart failure at Gilchrist Hospice in Columbia. The former West Friendship resident was 86. "We lost a part of our Howard County family — a great leader and a great friend," said County Executive Kenneth S. Ulman in a statement. "He was an outstanding public servant who believed in his county, his country and his employees. " The son of an electrician and a homemaker, William E. Eakle was born and raised in Elkridge.

On September 1, 2005, Nathanial "NED" LEVY; loving husband of Marian Levy (nee Leventhal); cherished father of Carol Fiddle of Reisterstown MD, Joanne Cooper of Reisterstown, MD and Craig Levy of Reisterstown, MD; father-in-law of Joel Fiddle, Joey Cooper and Sandy Levy; devoted brother of Sylvia Quittman of California; brother-in-law of Linda Hark and Ben Hackerman, Ellen Wolff, the late Harold Wolff and Steven Quittman; loving "Pop-Pop" of Andrea, Jason,...

Edward Charles "Ned" Wilson III, a retired Aberdeen Proving Ground information technology specialist and former board member of Maryland Life Magazine, died June 17 of prostate cancer at Gilchrist Hospice Care in Towson. He was 64. The son of farmers, Mr. Wilson was born in Baltimore and raised on the family farm in Darlington, where he eventually built a home and spent his entire life. After graduating from McDonogh School in 1964, he earned a bachelor's degree in 1968 in English from Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pa. Drafted into the Army in 1968, Mr. Wilson was sent to Phu Bai, Vietnam, after completing training in preventive medicine at Fort Sam Houston in Texas.

The cats were quite hungry That cold winter day, But Edwin L. Uhler Was well on his way. Ned left Owings Mills, His wife, Kay, at the wheel, Driving 25 miles To deliver the meal. They got to Nick's Fish House Where Ned keeps his boat, And then something happened That's worthy of note: 'Twas a gaggle of cats - A feline regatta - Appearing from nowhere Upon hearing his auto. One cat, then two cats, Then three and then four; And then after that There came even more: Black, tan and gray cats, They trotted and waddled; Some long-haired, some short, Some solid, some mottled.

On January 6, 2007, PETER KILLEFER; beloved husband of Helen Killefer (nee Campbell); devoted father of Campbell Killefer, Peter Killefer, Jr., Timothy Killefer and Brian Killefer; dear grandfather of Harrison, Dana, Ellen, Ian and Ned Killefer. A Memorial Service will be held in Southern California.

* Editor's note: Ned's new invention wreaks havoc with his friends, teachers, fruit and an art museum. There once was a young inventor named Ned. He was lying in bed, and he wished he were dead. Show-and-Tell was this morning, and -- wouldn't you know? He had nothing to tell and nothing to show. He went to his closet and dug out his stash Of valuable treasures he'd found in the trash: A rusty eggbeater, a toy laser beam, A handheld electronic spelling machine. A Slinky with kinks and an old ping-pong paddle, A snow globe that said "Having Fun in Seattle."

On Saturday, January 31, 2004, JAMES M. EAKLE; beloved son of Ned and Agnes Eakle; loving companion of Hans Curnutte; devoted brother of Ned, Tim, Tom and Steve Eakle, Linda Schnell, Patty Sipocz and the late Judith Ann Eakle. Also survived by many loving nieces and nephews. Family will receive friends on Wednesday 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 P.M., at HARRY H. WITZKE FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, INC., 4112 Old Columbia Pike, Ellicott City. A Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Thursday 11 A.M. at Church of the Resurrection, Ellicott City.

The cloudburst that broke over northern Baltimore County yesterday morning nearly turned a familiar neighborhood stream into a deathtrap for a 12-year-old Cockeysville boy who was swept into the raging current."

Orchard, by Larry Watson. Random House. 256 pages. $24.95. If there exists a literary equivalent to the artist's play of light on a canvas, then Larry Watson has mastered it. Author of the best-selling Montana, 1948, Watson deftly uses light to inform his subjects in this story of grief, betrayal and jealousy. Set against the backdrop of the rugged, rural towns of Door County, Wis., in the 1950s, every scene of Orchard is painted with deliberate, vivid strokes of radiance: the soft glow of the moon, the intense whites of a horse's eyes, sun so hot it burns the blue out of a cloudless sky. The story centers on Ned Weaver, an artist made famous for his paintings of resplendent landscapes.

One recent morning in Catonsville, Ned Atwater was wielding his bench knife, cutting lumps of dough and shaping them into the two types of bread, Irish brown and Irish soda, that he will offer to Baltimore-area bread eaters on St. Patrick's Day. Like many things Irish, there is a lively debate about what goes in their breads. For example, one traditional version of an Irish brown bread calls for oatmeal. For some, this bread offers a hearty taste of the old country. For others, like Atwater, the loaf can be leaden.

Once upon a time in a town called Coeur d' Coeurs, amid endless fields of daisies, there lived a boy named Ned and a girl named Chuck. He could bring people back from the dead, and she died way too young. You might say they were made for each other - as long as they never touched. That's the premise of the new ABC sitcom Pushing Daisies. If it sounds more like a fairy tale than a TV comedy, that's because it is. Alternately sweet and tart, wise and goofy, the series from Bryan Fuller (Wonderfalls)

On January 6, 2007, PETER KILLEFER; beloved husband of Helen Killefer (nee Campbell); devoted father of Campbell Killefer, Peter Killefer, Jr., Timothy Killefer and Brian Killefer; dear grandfather of Harrison, Dana, Ellen, Ian and Ned Killefer. A Memorial Service will be held in Southern California.

About 20 years ago, Lawrason Sayre made a key change in the way he runs his 300-acre beef cattle farm near Churchville. On a visit to New Zealand, Sayre observed how farmers there get most of their feed from pastures planted in clover, alfalfa and orchard grass. At the time, Sayre raised his grain - primarily corn - to feed his cattle, a practice that requires significantly more fertilizer, herbicides and pesticides than grass. "Those New Zealand farmers had a theory: Make the livestock work for us, not have us working for them," said Sayre, 79, who runs Waffle Hill Farm with his son, Ned. "When you're growing corn for silage, we're doing all the work."

The cats were quite hungry That cold winter day, But Edwin L. Uhler Was well on his way. Ned left Owings Mills, His wife, Kay, at the wheel, Driving 25 miles To deliver the meal. They got to Nick's Fish House Where Ned keeps his boat, And then something happened That's worthy of note: 'Twas a gaggle of cats - A feline regatta - Appearing from nowhere Upon hearing his auto. One cat, then two cats, Then three and then four; And then after that There came even more: Black, tan and gray cats, They trotted and waddled; Some long-haired, some short, Some solid, some mottled.

Self-Made Man: One Woman's Journey Into Manhood and Back Again Norah Vincent Viking / 304 pages / $24.95 Clothes may not make the man, but they can make a woman into a man (with some added accoutrements). Seven years ago Norah Vincent dressed up as a man for a night on the town in New York City with a drag king friend. She liked it. A lot. She felt free and easy in a way she never felt as a woman: No longer guarded against men, she could really look at them without their looking back.

WE USE the word "newspaperman" (now, the phrase "newspaper person") to cover a multitude of sinners.Edward C. (Ned) Burks became a sinner early on. Employing a hand press at age 9, he put out a paper for the edification of friends and relatives in his home town of Roanoke, Va. After graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa from Washington and Lee, he worked on various Virginia journals before joining the staff of The Sun, where I met him on my arrival...

In the television commercials, no one ever falls off a cliff. This would be bad for business. In the commercials, no one crashes his car into a snowball stand, or hits a parked car and sneaks away drunk.And nobody, in the delightful beer commercials filled with bikinis and bonhomie, ever drives his car into a fence on Frederick Avenue where a post crashes through the front windshield and removes a kid's face.What we have here are not beer commercials, but a series of true-life tales that happen to revolve around the drinking of beer.