28th August 1960 – 22nd November 2012
Age 52 years
Clyde was born to Gladys & Peter Frith at Stanton Lees. He was one of seven children, not all of whom survived. He was the younger brother of Jennifer, Petrina and Yvonne.
Clyde was a Joiner by trade, becoming apprenticed to Robert Lomas and an absolute perfectionist. Nothing was ever allowed to leave his workshop until it was exactly right, only the best was good enough, everything, produced with a sense of pride and to the best of his ability. Robert described Clyde not as a tradesman but as a master craftsman, which says everything about his ability and skill. Although Clyde built houses, including his own and could turn his hand to most things in the building trade, he loved a challenge and complicated staircases were his passion, always doing his own drawings to set them out before making them. He took great satisfaction in the fact that 9 times out of 10 they would fit perfectly, especially if made out of oak.
Clyde married his wife Carol on October 8th 1983, spending the first five years of their married life in a touring caravan in a field whilst he built their house. During this time they got their first Irish Setter Sam. Eventually Clyde started his own business and Carol began to work with him, often taking on the job of labourer. An accident whilst using a planer in 2000 where his fingers ended up on top of the planer block, two of them being taken down to the bone, meant he was off work for six months. It was dealt with quite calmly by Clyde, who washed them under the tap and putting his hand into a plastic bag to catch the blood, then went off to A & E. The doctors did a good repair job but Clyde was determined that he would have full use of them once again, which he eventually did. It seems that whatever he set his mind to, he succeeded.
Clyde adored his Irish Setters. After losing Sam, Clyde & Carol got Murphy and now have Woody. All were totally different characters, but equally beautiful dogs. This is how I knew him as he was a dedicated fund raiser for the Rescue Walk. Of course everyone avoided Clyde in April, as he went out with his sponsor form for the annual Irish Setter Rescue Walk. He along with Carol consistently raised the highest amount of money every year for many years, raising £750 in 2012. Everyone was so generous and it was because of Clyde’s wonderful, happy, generous personality that they gave so freely to him for our cause.
Clyde, Carol & Woody receiving the Sybil Lennox Memorial Cup for raising the highest amount of money.
They have achieved this every year since they began coming to the walk!
I first met Clyde & Carol at the Rescue Walk in 2005. It was an unforgettable meeting! I had become separated from the first group of walkers and as it was a new route I had no idea which way to go, so decided to stay put and see if the second group turned up. Eventually after about 15 minutes, which actually seemed more like an eternity, a group of dogs leapt into view over the brow of the hill and I breathed a sigh of relief. One of the whippets was so glad to be there that she rolled on her back with her legs in the air. I was helped over the dry stone wall, but misjudged the distance down, jumped and a few minutes later was doing the same as the whippet, much to the amusement of the second group of walkers!
The dogs in this group were definitely characters, especially one, Murphy, who belonged to Clyde and Carol. He delighted in laying down and rolling in the largest, muddiest, smelliest puddle he could find. By the time he had finished he was dripping black, sloppy, smelly, mud from every part of him, apparently trying to turn himself into a Gordon setter! Amazingly when I fell over, I didn’t get dirty, but Murphy obviously had other ideas for me, as he rushed straight up to me from the puddle and shook himself hard, splattering me with wet, smelly mud. Clyde apologised for Murphy, but he, Carol and I were just helpless with laughter, which Murphy took as the signal to shake over me some more! This experience rather cemented his owners into my memory. I often have a problem putting the right face with the right name, but for some inexplicable reason this never happened with Clyde, Carol and Murphy!
Another of Clyde’s passions was talking; he really could talk the hind leg off a donkey. Every year at the Rescue Walk he was the life and soul, keeping everyone entertained, he had such a wonderful sense of humour and a magnetic personality; he had time for everyone and people were just naturally drawn to him. One of the saddest and cruellest things about his illness was that it robbed him of his speech, but typically of Clyde, he was so brave and positive and always kept smiling and laughing even towards the end. He had an easy going nature, a cheery outlook, never complained and made friends easily. He made a big impression on the doctors and nurses who cared for him, even though they had only known him for a short while, such was the measure of the man.
The East Midlands Social Region of the ISBC, has lost a friend, a dedicated lover of the breed and a real character who will be greatly missed by everyone who had the fortune and honour to know him. He had such a presence, was such a lovely, gentle, caring man. Quite simply, the Rescue Walk will never be the same again. Our sincere sympathies go to Carol, who has lost not only her husband, but also her best friend and soul mate. They were married for 29 years.
Even in death, Clyde thought about helping Rescue. Carol requested that instead of flowers, donations to Irish Setter Rescue be made in Clyde’s memory. A total of £758.01 was raised………………….Clyde would have been thrilled.