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Colin Ian McIntyre Memorial

Colin Ian McIntyre Memorial

Colin Ian McIntyre
1927 – 2012

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On Friday 16th November, 2012, at 11:30am a service of thanksgiving for the life of Colin McIntyre, founding editor of Ceefax, was held at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street.

The BIDDING PRAYER

The Venerable David Meara delivered the bidding:-

We gather in St Bride's to celebrate the life and honour the memory of Colin McIntyre, BBC executive who worked for the Corporation for thirty years, and who was the founding editor of the BBC's Ceefax service, and who then enjoyed a second career as a writer and author.

We remember today his active war service in the Blackwatch the Lovat Scouts and the Airborne Division, his reputation as a great communicator, his passion for  the technological innovation of the new Ceefax service, his wider interest in politics, wine, stamp collecting, and gardening: above all his love  for Field and his family of whom he was so proud.

He was a doughty fighter, a passionate communicator, and a warm and loving family man. As we remember him today so we commend him to God, trusting that at the end of our brief day is the eternity of God's love.

Amen.

ADDRESS

Simon Tonking

READINGS

Miranda McIntyre Shennan read Ecclesiastes 3: 1-13

Read text...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?

10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.

13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.

Angus McIntyre read Everness by Jorge Luis Borges (translated by Richard Wilbur)

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One thing does not exist: Oblivion.
God saves the metal and he saves the dross,
And his prophetic memory guards from loss
The moons to come, and those of evenings gone.

Everything is: the shadows in the glass
Which, in between the day's two twilights, you
Have scattered by the thousands, or shall strew
Henceforward in the mirror that you pass.

And everything is part of that diverse
Crystalline memory, the universe.
Whoever through its endless mazes wanders

Hears door on door click shut behind his stride,
And only from the sunset's farther side
Will view at last the Archetypes and the Splendors.

Wayne Eaves read Lament by Lt.Col George Malcolm of Poltalloch

Read text...

As I walked under the African moon,
I heard the piper play;
And the last place ever I heard that tune
Was a thousand miles away.
Far to the west, in a deep-cut bay
By the ceaseless sound of the sea,
We lived and laughed in a happier day,
Archie and Johnnie and me.
For they'd be piping half of the night
At every ceilidh by,
And I'd be dancing with all my might
As long as they played, would I.
Many a time we were at the Games,
And many a prize had we;
And never a one but called our names,
Archie and Johnnie and me.
But Archie's dead on the Libyan sand.
And Johnnie was left in Crete,
And I'm alone in a distant land
With the music gone from my feet.
I heard him under the African moon,
That piper I could not see;
Yet certain I am he played that tune
For Archie and Johnnie and me.

MUSIC

The choir & organist of St Bride's performed the following anthems and songs:-

Toccata and Fugue in D minor BWV 538 - Bach

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills (Psalm 121) - Walford Davies

Prevent us, O Lord, in all our doings - Byrd

Nunc Dimittis - Geoffrey Burgon

Brother James's Air - 23rd Psalm

If I had a hammer - Pete Seeger and Lee Hays

Toccata (Allegro) from Douze Pièces - Dubois

Tuba Tune - Cocker

Hymns:

He Who Would Valiant Be

Guide Me O Thou Great Redeemer

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord

OBITUARIES & COMMENT

The Telegraph

BBC Online

Guardian

"Colin's contribution to the BBC was hugely significant; in his 30 years with the BBC, he excelled in so many areas - firstly as a journalist, then as a TV producer... and then moving onto roles as the BBC's chief publicity officer and as programme promotions executive. It was, of course, his appointment as the first editor of Ceefax in 1974 where he had perhaps the greatest impact - launching a service that would go on to reach an audience of 22 million and inspire similar services around the world. His influence continues to be seen around the BBC to this day. We are incredibly fortunate that Colin chose to give so many years of devoted service to the BBC..."

"Colin is irreplaceable. He was such a talented man yet so modest about his talents. He had such a breadth of interests that he found common ground with whomever he met."

"I loved Colin from the moment I saw him... and ever since my life has been much enriched by his funny, cantankerous and heartfelt opinionated correspondence."

"...without his hunch about me as a journalist in 1978, I wouldn't have enjoyed the wonderfully satisfying career I had at World Service and then Radio News. I owe him so much as do many others from what he called "the first vintage Ceefax team."

"....his subtle sense of humour, his many interests including the allotment, his 40 hobbies, his love of a party, his friendship..."

"...he pulled together a meal of cold guinea fowl and martinis at your kitchen table that's still one of my favourite memories - he was such good company..."

"...many thousands of happy memories help - I shall always remember Colin with affection: the sound of his voice uttering some relevant quip - his extensive and well-documented collection of wine labels (all of wine drunk) stand out amongst my memories of a fond father - and now a great-grandfather.."

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