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26th October 1925 - 28th May 2012
On Thursday 24th January, at 11:30am a service of thanksgiving for the life of Bob Edwards, newspaper editor, was held at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street.
The Venerable David Meara delivered the bidding:-
We come together today at St Bride's, parish church of Fleet Street, to celebrate the life of Bob Edwards, four times editor of national newspapers, a seasoned if somewhat maverick journalist of the old school who became a familiar and well-known face in Fleet Street and for many years a respected judge of the London Press Club Awards.
We honour today a long career in journalism, full of incident, in which he eventually fulfilled his boyhood ambition to become Editor (twice) of the Daily Express, finishing his career as editor of the Sunday Mirror.
We remember Bob as a man of independent mind who knew what he wanted from life, a sociable and yet private person, a man of integrity. As we remember and honour him today so we commend him to Almighty God praying that he may rest in peace and that his memory may be a blessing.Amen.
Jordon Shamir, read Ecclesiasticus 3: 1-13
3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
9 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.
Joel Shamir, read All the Marvellous Earth by Krishnamurti
Veronica Manussis, read Wind by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.
At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,
The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house
Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,
Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.
The choir & organist of St Bride's performed the following anthems and songs:-
Sanctus - Fauré
Dido's Lament - Purcell
Kyrie from Petite Messe Solonnelle - Rossini
How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings - Brahms
It Don't Mean A Thing - Ellington arr. Huff
Finale - Saint-Saëns
Come Down, O Love Divine
Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer
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