About Lynda

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About Lynda

about Lynda

Lynda Styan, my beautiful companion, love, friend and soulmate for many years, died on July 15th. A persistent pain in the back during her last few weeks, which no doctor was able to diagnose, turned out to be symptoms of a cancer so stealthy that she continued singing and entertaining till her final days, full of energy and humour, looking fabulous, appetite undiminished.

She had the sweetest and kindest spirit I ever knew.

An actress trained at the Guildhall School, Lynda chose singing as her main focus. I treasure a fun scene she did with Gorden Kaye in ‘Allo, Allo!’. Her stage work was brilliant too. A fashion model in her earlier days, she was starting to get back into that too, as a sideline.

Glamour Personified

glamour personifiedLynda was glamour personified, drawing looks wherever she went. The proverbial lady who puts on her finery just to pop down the road to post a letter was true in her case. She loved the well-dressed days of yore and loathed today’s lazy grunge-dressing.

Her singing voice was unparalleled. Even Ella Fitzgerald or Rosemary Clooney couldn’t deliver a torch song such as My Funny Valentine or Someone To Watch Over Me the way Lynda could, because her tenderness of emotion showed in every syllable with every pitch-pure note.

The thought of Lynda resting peacefully is almost bizarre. I see her leaping through Elysian fields, reunited with her parents and beloved dog, Toby.

Wherever I go now she’ll be with me, my companion forever, a hand on my sleeve, a gentle grin, an outburst of merriment with head thrown back.

Supreme Interpreter of Poetrysupreme interpreter of poetry

At some of the gigs, she used to invite me to duet with her. With my voice no more than basic, and hers transcendental, somehow it worked. I remember how often we sang the old Astaire and Rogers number, They Can’t Take That Away From Me. Another was the song from ‘Gypsy’, Together, Wherever We Go. Those lyricists were poets, and Lynda was a supreme interpreter of that poetry.

How we Met

How we met and faced life’s adversities together is covered in ‘The Unmaking of a Britflick’, with Lynda and her ukulele on the cover. It doesn’t even start to do justice to the magic that was her.

While having a clear-out recently I happened on these words I jotted down back in the day and sent to her:

Lovely Lynda,
Nimble as dancing,
You turn the world on like a light,
Eyes bright.

Lovely Lynda,
Your hair of flame
Flashes like fame
At the restless tossing of your head:
Smiles spread.

Lovely Lynda
Your voice soars in song,
Spins me along,
Opens the way to a whirling new world

Lovely Lynda…
           Ah heck!

She didn’t mind me being a rotten poet.

I’m going to miss her so immensely much.

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Robin Squire is a novelist, screenwriter, farceur and irredeemable scribbler. a sometime rejectee from BBC writers room, diarist, jotter of notes on the backs of ticket stubs and petrol receipts, he once wrote a song for Paul McCartney that was never received by him.

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  1. Pearl Catlin

    Hello Rob,
    Such a long time ago! How we tried with “The Green Thorn Tree” Remember those ghastly
    meeting with some clever clogs always wanting to change something and thinking himself so superior? Then you brought Lynda to Shalford to visit. What a lovely girl she was and her music so delightful to those of my age. I am 93 now. Rob, I know only too well what it is to lose a loved one. Time works very slowly in such cases.
    My kindest memories to you

  2. Susan Reardon

    Hi Robin I don’t know if you remember me my name is Sue and I am the activities organizer at lime tree manor. I have only just heard the very sad news about Linda, like alot of other people I was so shocked to hear of her death. She had been entertaining us at lime tree for many years and was always very popular with the residents and staff. My condolences to you and her family she will be sadly missed by lots of people x x

  3. Rita Sones

    So so sorry to hear the passing of Lynda
    Visiting cherry tree in Hemel Hempstead for many years , talented lady rest in peace 🌟

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