In Memory

It is with great sorrow that we mourn the passing of our president,

Ed Moricoli

Born: September 7, 1944  Died: December 19, 2016

Edward Paul Moricoli, 72, passed away on December 19, 2016. Edward was born on September 7, 1944, in Woodstock, IL to James and Arlene (Wendt) Moricoli. He married Mary Shales on October 15, 1989 in Woodstock.

Edward graduated from Woodstock High School in 1962 where he played football, basketball, and baseball. His father James Moricoli was the first President of Woodstock little League and one of its founding fathers. His parents owned and ran Moricoli’s restaurant off the Woodstock Square in where Ed spent many hours as a child. Ed continued his education at Elgin Community College.

He began his career with Delta Airlines then for Prudential Insurance Company as a sales manager and agent for 30 years. He retired from Prudential, began working in 1999 as a Court Security Officer for the McHenry County Sheriffs Department, and had continued there for 17 years up until his death.

He followed in his father’s officiating footsteps, becoming an IHSA football and basketball official in 1969, and was an active member for 34 years and a member for 44 years. He was chosen to officiate in the class 3A (1986), class 4A (1987 and class 2A (1990) IHSA State Football Championship games in Bloomington, Normal along with his lifelong pals John Widmayer, Ken Swanson, Jerry Eiserman and Al Jackson. Ed was named Northern Officials Association Football Official of the Year in 1988 and received the George Young Memorial Award for Outstanding Football Official in 1995. He received the IHSA lifetime Member Award in 2009.

He served on the Woodstock District 200 Board of Education as Secretary of Board for 5 years in the early 80’s. He was a member of the Elks Club Lodge #1043 in Woodstock and served as President of the EAA Chapter 932 at Galt Airport in Wonder Lake.

Ed loved flying and had recently passed his written test. He had 6 perfect landings but then grounded himself due to his ongoing health issues before he could attain his lifelong dream to fly solo. He loved spending time with friends at Galt Airport talking about politics, working on aircrafts, and flying. He had booked 500 hours working on friend Neil Anderson’s plane. He was a Corvette enthusiast and loved taking his wife Mary out in his Corvette for weekend drives to Wisconsin until she passed away in November 2015.

He had a passion for war history and read diligently about our armed forces and air battles that our country fought. Ed loved our great country and expressed it when talking about its politics and the latest election. He will be truly missed by his family, friends, and community members.

He is survived by his daughters, Katherine (Jeff) Karlin and Kristine (Brad) Woodson; sister, Barbara Fish; brothers, James (Mary) Moricoli and Daniel Moricoli; brother- in- laws, James (Shirley) Shales, and Tom Shales; grandchildren, MacKenzie, Madison, Kara, Kiki, Sam, Ben, Eli; and many nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Mary; his father, Jim; his mother, Arlene; his brother-in-law, John Fish; and mother-in-law, Hulda Shales.

A private memorial service will be held at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to EAA Chapter 932 Scholarship Fund, Galt Airport, 5112 Greenwood Rd, Wonder Lake, IL 60097 or to JourneyCare Hospice Care Center, 527 W. South Street Woodstock, IL 60098

When this life I’m in is done, and at the gates I stand,

my hope is that I answer all the questions on command.

I doubt I’ll be asked of my fame, or all the things I knew.

Instead, did I witness the rainbows on rainy days I flew.

The hours logged, the status reached, the ratings will not matter.

Did I notice the sun’s rays on the lakes that scattered.

Or what about the droplets clear, that spread across my screen?

And the twinkling eyes of student pilots keen?

How fast, how far, how much, how high? I won’t be asked these things.

But did I take the time to watch the moonbeams wash my wings?

And did I see the patchwork fields the mirrored lakes below?

Or the mountains high and velvet hills? Of these did I behold?

And when the goals are reached at last.

When all the flying’s done.

I’ll answer with no regret – Indeed! I had some fun.

So when these things are asked of me, and I can reach no higher.

My prayer this day with hands extended, please welcome home this Flyer.

(by Patrick J. Phillips)

Ed Moricoli

Smooth skies, tailwinds always,
with God as your copilot.


High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Written by a pilot — John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Welcome to all pilots, passengers, aviation enthusiasts, airport bums, and everyone else!