Condolence: Dear relatives of Mr. Leo Wedge: I had the honor and privilege of knowing Mr. Wedge because his wonderful daughter and my daughter Julie played soccer together. Lea was a very great soccer player. Leo was a great friend, but after my daughter went to Boston University and played soccer at BU, I lost track of Mr. Leo. During those days Mr. Leo was a very great friend to me. May the Good Lord bless Mr. Leo, now that he is in heaven, and his wonderful family.

Condolence: Is this the same Leo Wedge who taught history at East Junior High School in Weymouth? He was an amazing, funny and compassionate teacher. We all looked forward to his lively stimulating classes. He pushed me (an avid reader and a very awkward 8th grader) to attack Andersonville and the Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. He made us all feel like accomplished journalists when we submitted out reports to him. I remember when he played "Impossible Dream" for us. Think perhaps Maura had a role? His word for us was "EFFORT". Do your very best to accomplish your goals. Rest in peace Mr Wedge! Children and grandchildren, be proud of this man who impacted the lives of many of his students.

Condolence: Although I moved away from Arlington many years ago, I still fondly remember meeting Leo on early morning walks. He was invariably cheerful and always gracious. Starting the day with a dose of Leo made for much happier times. My deepest sympathies on your loss

Condolence: Leo was known and admired by many of the early morning walkers in Arlington. We would see each other almost every day. At first, it was a simple “Good Morning” as we passed on the sidewalk. One day Leo stopped and introduced himself. We had a brief chat, and went on our way. After that, we exchanged greetings every morning. If we were on opposite sides of Mass Avenue, a simple wave was sufficient. If we were going in the same direction, we would walk together for a while. The conversations were usually brief but always interesting. He was enormously proud of his children and wanted to know about mine. After a block or two, Leo would say, “You walk faster than I, so don’t let me hold you up.” I would pick up my pace and move along. Although our acquaintance was relatively short, I valued his friendship. I looked forward to seeing him each morning. I admired his intellect and his courage. I think of Leo every morning when I walk through Arlington. And I always will.