St Bride's: News - Paddy Fraser Funeral

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St Bride's: News

Paddy Fraser Funeral

Paddy Fraser Funeral

Paddy Fraser
20th August 1918 - 14th May 2013

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On Monday 10th June, 2013 at 2pm, a funeral service for Paddy Fraser was held at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street.


The Venerable David Meara delivered the bidding:-

Dearly beloved, we have come to St Bride's today to remember before God our dear sister in Christ Paddy Fraser, to give thanks for her life, to commend her to God our merciful redeemer, to commit her body to be cremated, and to comfort one another in our sadness. In thy mercy, Lord, turn the darkness of death into the dawn of new life, and the sorrow of parting into the joys of heaven, through Jesus Christ our Lord.



The Grandchildren - Blanche and Marina McIntyre and Sarah Campbell

The Children - Helen Fraser and George Fraser


John Runcie read John 14: 1-6

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14 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way?

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Beatrix Arnautovic (Paddy's step-daughter) read To Paddy: For her Sixtieth Birthday by G S Fraser

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This sixtieth year was still the first
We saw low leaden prickly leaves,
High spiky stars at Sissinghurst:
A savaged church, an endless peace,
A staked brown shore at Winchilsea;
At Romney, sheep and never a cow;
‘Dorset, the Muses’ pride’ at Knole,
Marshland, around the toy-sized church
At Fairfield, nibbled sheer as fleece,
Twelfth Night in Ellen Terry’s garden;
And Bodiam heaved intact against
The French who would attack no more;
Cosi Fan Tutte at Glyndebourne,
Too wet for supper on the grass
By greening nymph or mossy urn.
One praised your two white streaks of hair:
Your wry smile would not say Alas!
My ageing heart has ceased to harden:
There is a wilderness of soul
Becomes a pleasance when it’s fenced.
Life like a fan lay widely open
When first we met; slow-closing now
But neatly still, and still unbroken
Nor memory nor the glass deceives
Nor was the trip futility:
Outside Hong Kong with silver lurch
Drunk moons swum drunk on swelling waters:
Young mother of my son and daughters,
What mocking lips, what eyes forlorn,
What jade or what brocade you wore!
Sad eyes, and undersea a knell
For sunken stars in tatters torn.
Bad luck to pass upon the stair!
Together, down or up, our told tale tell.

Hester Riviere (Paddy's step-daughter) read Lights Out by Edward Thomas

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I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.

Many a road and track
That, since the dawn’s first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone,
I know not how.

The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.

George Fraser read Fear No More from Cymbeline Act IV Scene 2 by William Shakespeare

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Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.


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

Funeral Sentences - Croft

Ave Verum - Mozart

And I Saw A New Heaven - Bainton

I Know That My Redeemer Liveth - Handel

Wir Setzen Uns Mit Tränen Nieder from St John Passion - J S Bach


The Lord's My Shepherd

Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind

Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer

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