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OBITUARY: Raymond Durrand


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A former stalwart of the amateur drama scene who was known for his 'superstar look' as well as his ever-present sense of humour and interest in people

Members of Wick Players who appeared in Cat on the Fiddle in 1974. From left: Ian Mathieson, Peggy Barrett, Raymond Durrand, Gloria Groundwater, Harry Barrett, Nan Graham, Andrew Mackay, Maureen Gunn, Donald Farmer and Aline Mowat. Picture: J McDonald Photographers
Members of Wick Players who appeared in Cat on the Fiddle in 1974. From left: Ian Mathieson, Peggy Barrett, Raymond Durrand, Gloria Groundwater, Harry Barrett, Nan Graham, Andrew Mackay, Maureen Gunn, Donald Farmer and Aline Mowat. Picture: J McDonald Photographers

On April 18, a light went out in Wick with the passing of Raymond Durrand, one of Wick Players' stalwarts in his day and a truly "weel kent" face in the town.

Raymond was the second child of Jackie and Jenny Durrand, whose older sister, Brenda Green, survives him. He was born into the difficult immediate post-war years but thrived with his ever-present sense of humour and interest in people.

He worked in Fred Shearer's menswear shop on the Cliff, now the home of the Groat office. It was a magical emporium where Raymond reigned supreme with a keen eye for style and fit and a salesmanship that could sell fish eyes for marbles.

He was talented in many ways, being an accomplished actor, singer and dancer and having a sharp wit and sense of humour that brought to life many roles. Raymond compered many concerts in the county, resplendent in an array of frilled, brightly coloured "show" shirts that gave him the superstar look.

When Fred Shearer's closed, Raymond moved on to the weights and measures office in the town hall with his buddy Norman Miller, forming a formidable duo. When this office closed, he joined the staff in the government offices in Girnigoe Street which was to be his last employment.

Raymond broke a few hearts in his day with his flowing hair, bright blue eyes and impish grin. The real loves of his life, the ones that endured, were his beloved dogs and they became his rocks through hard times. His health failed and a stroke robbed him of most of his speech which was the worst disability for a chirpy, cheery character.

Better health was not to come so Raymond quietly took his final bow, hopefully with the sound of applause and laughter ringing in his ears. A light went out with his passing but happy memories of good times will be kept by those he loved most for a long time to come.

Sleep in peace, dear friend, you were a legend.

Jenny S Szyfelbain


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