I don’t think that the next American Presidency will run its course.
Will I outlive Donald or will hs Presidency outlive me?
That is the question!
What are your views?
(C) 2017 Edward C Lunnon (ill 10 years 4 months)
Deuce – both physically and mentally … Crawling back!
Please contact me if you know of anyone travelling to Graaff-Reinett/ Aberdeen. I’m in need of a lift for myself and in return can offer you good Company, humoRous Anecdotes, sharp observations, astute Political comment (summarized as CRAP) all in a crystal clear radio voice. Please inbox me … (translated “in die doos”) … Maybe no translation required!
This note appeared on my Facebook page yesterday. Yes, I need a lift, both physically and mentally.
I need to pull the pieces together and get back on top of things. So, I’m looking to go to Dootndraai, the farm (ranch) in the Great Karoo on the plains of the Camdeboo that belongs to my friends, the Ogilvies. Here, at the centre of the goat farming industry and the fracking and uranium debate, the middle of the arid lands and the drought of South Africa, where 40 degrees c is the norm, not the exception, and to quote Rory Stear, here at the centre of the Universe, I will find the strength to escape, to complete my book, to spend quality time, to be thankful for all the blessings and to drink a few cold ones.
Of all the things that I have been taken from me by the CBD, what I miss the most is the ability to drive and the independence that goes with that. Just having to ask for a lift, is yet another nail into my fragile emotional state. Maybe I need a chauffeur! … Driving Mr Daisy?
It’s three in the morning – damn, I can’t sleep again. I know it’s three because I hear the noisy engine of the delapidated VW Golf that delivers our copy of the Herald and the latest in the ramblings and tweets of the Village Idiot elect.
We’ve got Jacob but you’ve got Donald! We sing and you tweet! The problem is going to be when you tweet and we’ll have to sing to your tune …
So, Sean I apologise for falling asleep on your first visit home since you left home. It was good having you back and having that Flying Fish with you. The company may not have been great, but your mother’s roast chicken definitely was! Maybe, if I sleep at night, I will be better company during the day.
Yes, I’m looking for that lift …
Ill 10 years 4 months | Physical Advantage CBD / Mental Deuce
(C) 2017 Edward C Lunnon
So, he has left home not because he’s angry or because he’s had enough or because I’ve angered him (at least I hope not).
He’s left home because the time has come for the chicken to leave the nest. Funnily, just the other day I attended a meeting where the discussion was about the impact on the world economy because children worldwide are leaving home later and later in life.
Sean is 25 this year and earns his income from the auto industry. Up until now, he’s lived at home benefitting from his mother’s excellent cooking and Barbara’s washing and ironing, my paying of the domestic accounts and Phillip’s D-I-y skills and unusual sense of humour!
On 1 January 2017, he moved into his own rented flat (just up the road, mind you!)
He now faces the wrath of the world’s economy – and the principles of supply and demand. He faces his own shopping, and domestic chores, and cooking. Thank goodness, his Mom has trained him well. I look forward to the invitation to that first meal.
In the meantime, I giggled at one of the first whatsapp messages we received on our family group chat. It simple read, Jis Mom, groceries are expensive!
It’s a sad time in our lives ( yet another!), but it’s also a glad time. After all, this is the moment for which we as parents have spent the years preparing our children.
The time has come.
We wish Sean all the best fortune as he heads out on the sea of life. May he find the grocery bargains and may the wind often come from behind.
We, and I especially, shall miss you son.
But the time has come. The world awaits you. It is your oyster.
Go well. Hamba kahle.
(C)2017 Edward C Lunnon | ILL 10 years 4 months | Physical Adv CBD / MEntal Deuce
So, it’s three in the morning, I’ve been awake for an hour, tossing and turning, and now I’m writing.
I fell asleep last night in my clothes at about 8pm. My body is tired.
Some fifteen of Pera’s junior primary department were around for supper, and if that’s happening then one knows that it’s the beginning of another new year.
Arguably, Grey is the best school in the province. That makes this the best Junior Primary Division in the province, these teachers the best in the province and Pera, the best JP HOD in the province.
Whatever, the cream of Port Elizabeth’s young boys are placed in their hands at the beginning of each year, and what ever comes out of the pipeline in twelve years time, starts here with theses ladies. That’s quite a responsibility …
Which reminds me that my Sub A teacher ( Grade 1), Mrs Rice, has just passed away at the age of 102.
Now that is something that I would have phoned Ingrid about to share with her, but when I woke up at two, I recalled that I should phone Ingrid, but then I remembered that I couldn’t. She wouldn’t answer! She isn’t home …
Anyway, I digress..
After supper, Pera at her best, I went to lie down on my bed, ready for the Golden Globe awards. I woke at two, … no Golden Globes, no ladies, no pyjamas, and a blaring TV on CNN talking about the Village Idiot.
So now my daily dosage of pills of all colors, shapes and sizes is messed up, the cramps begin and the mind starts playing tricks, the “now I’m getting used to the hallucinations” thing.
But no sleep …
(C) 2017 Edward C Lunnon
I have not written or spoken for a long while now. Let me not try and find any reason for this other than just being absolutely forthright. I have been struggling to keep the pieces together.
So much has happened in the last few months and I have not been able to stay on top of it.
Mentally, things are going awry. Physically, my body is taking a pounding. Psychologically, I am not coping. Emotionally, I am in a dark space.
So, as we enter the second week of the new year of 2017, please keep me in your thought and prayers. Let’s hope that it will be a better one than the previous year.
I need to get back on top, and I will. I promised myself right in the beginning of this journey that I would not let it overtake me. I won’t!
So watch out … I will be back soon and fill you in and what has been happening!
May it be a Happy New Year for us all.
Ten years three months Ill
I’ve given up on counting the number of funerals. The last one was Ingrid’s, and since then Merle Finlay passed away and Andre Fourie.
Merle is the mother of Lauren Rushmere (Nee Finlay) and wife of Trevor – we spent many hours watching rugby on the new Grey Pavilion this last year.
Andre was my landlord when I first moved to PE in 1984. Steve and I were in Heleshoogte together, then I boarded with Steve in Lakeside when I was doing military service at Youngsfield and then moved in with Steves folks in PE when I started at Grey and before I moved into Meriway hostel where Ingrid and Anton lived for some 25 years!
The Lunnon, Scholtz, Southwood names run deep through the education channels of The Grey and Collegiate Schools.
But this weekend we are back in the Camdeboo. It’s party time! It’s wedding time at Tandjiesview.
So we spent the night at Springbuck Lodge with The Parkes’s (Eddie and Margie)and move to the wedding venue later today.
I’m sitting on the stoep drinking my first cup of coffee. A goat is chowing the front lawn and a springbok ambles by in the veld. The blue hazy mountains in the distance look out over the dark brown dry plains of the Camdeboo. It is even drier than usual in the semi-desert of the plains of Africa. We urgently need rain. We need water.
But tonight we drink beer. We celebrate the first of the Harris weddings … With the next to follow in April.
The Watermeyer lineage replaces the many funerals.
The circle of life …
I had planned to thank each of you individually. It has become a task impossible.
So, please, accept my thanks for your support and good wishes on the passing of our beloved sister Ingrid. She will be forever in our hearts.
Anton, Lindsay, Jess, Family and Friends
Ingrid Elizabeth Scholtz Born 5 September 1960
Daughter of the late Herbert Louis Lunnon and the late
Sister to Lynette Susan Muller, Edward Charles Lunnon and June Anne Lunnon
Wife of Anton Carl Scholtz
and mother of Lindsay and Jessica Scholtz
Of all the people who read this, only one other
person, our sister Lynne, has known Ingrid for as long as I have.
So let me briefly share with you the too-short 55 years that we were privileged to share with Ingrid on planet earth.
Born in Somerset West in the Western Cape, Ingrid was
but 9 years old when our father was struck down by a
debilitating stroke, which left him paralyzed and
speechless. Our mother was left to care for a disabled
husband, and to raise and care for a young family of 6
mouths in difficult circumstances.
But it set Ingrid on a road which shows that one can
rise above one’s circumstances, achieve, and never be satisfied with mediocrity.
That is Life Lesson No 1
Those of you who worked and befriended Ingrid will
know that she was a perfectionist. It sometimes got her into hot water and resulted in harsh words being exchanged and feuds being harboured. I certainly hope that all your hatchets are buried, because that is
Lesson no 2: Don’t let the sun set on your disagreements. LIfe is too short!
She strove for excellence (Lesson no 3) and she believed in the dictum whatever you could do she could do better!
In my relationship with her, and although I was four
years older than her, she certainly pushed this envelope
to the limit.
I learned to play the piano; she learned to play the
guitar and, many of you would not know, she learned to
sing in the eisteddfod halls of Stellenbosch.
I struggled to play tennissette, which she did with ease, and she captained her hockey and netball teams.
After I became the school captain in standard five at Hendrik Louw Primary School in Strand, she became the Head Girl.
I took Hottentots Holland High’s deputy Headboy position, she was the Headgirl.
I got an average A in Matric but with one B for English –
yes, you’ve got it, she matriculated with straight A’s!
I got an AECI bursary to study at Stellenbosch for three
years, she got one for four!
I became Primarius of Helshoogte residence by default,
she was elected Primaria of Serrurria by popular vote.
When Anton, who lived in Helshoogte, with me, started visiting our home in Strand, I thought he was my friend; instead in her Std 8 year she had already made up her mind that he would not only be her friend but would also be her husband!
When they got married in January 1983, she walked away with the spoils and I got to give her away.
When I taught at Grey and tried to introduce accounting,
Rector Pakendorf suggested I move down the road to
the then Linkside Commercial school. Ingrid not only taught accounting at Collegiate but her classes walked away with the provincial accounting awards for excellence year after year.
I taught at Grey High for 5 years and lived in the hostel for three years. Ingrid taught on and off at Grey
and Collegiate for 40 years and stayed in the hostel and
looked after successive groups of Grey boarders for 25
Lesson no 4: Don’t delay until tomorrow what you should do today.
I was diagnosed with CBD and given five years, she got cancer, was given months, and yet again, beat me to it!
Life lesson no 5: Life does not give you everything and the one thing Ingrid did not have as a youngster growing up, was a closely knit family.
But when she married Anton, she got that in the Scholtz family: a very closely knit family, with a mother and a father, and a sister and many brothers.
She was at home with them and was more than just a
daughter-in-law. She became, not only in name, but in
fact, Ingrid Elizabeth Scholtz.
Thank you, Gramps and Oumie, in their asbsence, and
Leonie and Raol, Gerhard, Piet and your spouses and
families, for making Ingrid a part of your family and
giving her that thing that she missed in ours.
Lesson 6: Family is important!
Amongst many other things with the Scholtz’s, she loved being in her Keurbooms with the hot Plett sun on her back, and It was to be her last trip there just a month ago. I am sure that the Skollies will miss her there this summer and the many to come. We will surely miss her many stories of who did what and didn’t do what and of course, the many tales of how nobody could just organise the summer holiday as well as she could.
On New Years Day of 1983, in answer to the question “who gives this woman to be married’, I raised my hand and said I Do. I gave Ingrid away to you, Anton, handed her over to you to look after and to care for. You have done an extra-ordinary job. But some thirty years later on 19 November 2016, last Saturday, you got to raise your hand, give Ingrid away, and hand her over into the everlasting safekeeping of the hands of God.
It would be remiss of me not to thank you, Anton for having been her husband, her friend, and caring for her these last thirty years, especially after she became ill. It is only when one has experienced at first hand the ravishes of cancer that one can appreciate just how much you have done for Ingrid during this last year.
Lesson No 7: Caring is important and so is friendship.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.
by Henry Scott Holland