In Memoriam

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Ingrid Elizabeth Scholtz (nee Lunnon)

1960 – 2016

In just barely a half-century, but during your too few years on this earth, you acquired many titles.

For so many, you were a leader of people, a graduate of Stellenbosch University, a Primaria of Serruria, a head girl of Hendrik Louw and Hottentots-Holland, an A academic, a captain of sports teams, a teacher and incubator of excellence in Cradock and Queenstown and at Collegiate and Grey, a caring hostel mother, a sweet singer, a culinary connoisseur, a devoted wife and mother, a feisty friend, and a spurner of mediocrity.

But to us, you were just Ingrid, our special sister and adorable aunt, taken way too soon a year ago this weekend on 12 November 2016. We and the world lost yet another special person.

Fondly remembered this and every day by Ed, Pera, Sean and Phillip Lunnon.

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The Shrinking Circle of Life

Doris Lunnon 1931-1986

(C) 2017 Edward C. Lunnon | 11 years 1 month ill | Advantage CBD

Today is 28 October.

Our Mother Doris was born 86 years ago today in Observatory in Cape Town. Her life was but 55 years long, passing away on 19 November 1986.

Ten years prior to that in 1976, Mom dropped me off at Helshoogte Residence at Stellenbosch University. Amongst many other people, I became friends with Gretel du Toit from George during my year of studying for my Higher Diploma in Education.

I would on the odd occasion during my university years visit in George and stay with Gretel’s parents, Oom (Dr) Hendrik and Tannie Anna du Toit. When I underwent my military training at Infantary School in Oudtshoorn, I often used to traverse the Outeniqua Mountain Pass from Oudtshoorn to George and stay at 21 CaledonStreet. It became my home away from home (if one could call Infantary School that!)

At Helshoogte, I also became friends with Willem Wust who was Primarius of Helshoogte the year before I was. He also became friends with Gretel and we, on occasion, would drive to George together to visit. My home away from home became his in-law’s home away from their home when he and Gretel married whilst I was in my second year at Oudtshoorn’s Infantary School.

Over the years, Gretel and Willem’s home in Eversdal has become my Cape Town home away from my Port Elizabeth home when I visit in Cape Town. It was from that home that I was diagnosed with my terminal illness CBD 11 years ago.

At Helshoogte, I also became friends with Gretel’s brother Ludwig du Toit, an engineering student. And Ludwig became friends with my sister Ingrid who was also studying Education and became Primaria of Serruria in the year after I was Primarius. And Ludwig got to know my Mom before she died, and our home at Strand became his home away from home when he worked at Somchem in Somerset West as part of his engineering degree.

Ludwig passed away a few years ago from cancer and Ingrid passed away just 50 weeks ago from cancer.

And on this past Monday evening Tannie Anna passed away in Durbanville where she has been living close to Gretel and Willem in a retirement village for the last few years. Today was her memorial service in Sonstraalhoogte, on my mother’s birthday.

I was not there in body, but was definitely there in spirit.

So many  people come and gone, so many friendships found and lost and so many memories forged and forgotten …

Forever Young

To All the Matrics

From All of Us

“May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true, may you always know the truth and see the light surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright & be strong…and may you stay…Forever Young!”

Diagnose – then Adios

(C) 2017 Edward C Lunnon / 11 Years on … / Advantage CBD


So today was the day I had been looking forward to for two months. 

In August, it became time for me to see the neurologist. It was my annual pilgrimage. Not because I want to, but because I have to. Discovery wants those darn forms filled in again. Is there any chance that a miracle has cured my incurable disease, and they can stop paying my monthly disability allowance? There were also new problems which I had to discuss. So the timing worked out well.

I was lucky when I made the appointment. It would only be a tw0-month wait this time. Thursday 12 October it would be – thank God not Friday the 13th! …”And don’t forget to bring your R150 cash levy”, were the closing words of our conversation.

I made two more calls after that to check on the date and to see if there was any luck of a cancellation. There wasn’t, but there was a “don’t forget to bring your R150 cash levy” reminder!

Yesterday, Wednesday, I received a call from the rooms just to remind me of my appointment at 10h20 and not to “forget to bring your R150 cash levy”. 

Today, before I left home I drew up my list of things I needed to discuss with the Doctor.

I arrive at 10am – a bit early, paid my R150 levy and watched three patients go in before me.

10h30 and it was my turn … Good morning.

Dr (from the chair behind his desk): So what can I do for you?

Ed: I have this form that needs to be completed.

D: I’ll have to do that over the weekend and that will cost extra.

D (pages through form and fires a few questions at me): Are you walking with a stick? Can you wash yourself? Dress? Write? … What medication are you taking?

E: Carbolev and Lyrica

D: Strength?

E: I can’t remember. But can ask the pharmacy …

D: Can you travel alone? Oh yes, I saw you at the airport the other day.

Phone rings and Dr spends next five minutes talking to another doctor.

Dr: Sorry about that. As I said, I’ll have to do the form on the weekend and that’s going to cost you extra.

E: My left hip is extremely sore. It starts in my bum and goes all the way down to the foot. The foot wants to turn inwards and downwards. It doesn’t want to be at 90 degrees at the ankle – rather wants to be straight. Rivotril has helped before. Can you give me a script for more?  And for pain pills?

D (paging through file): You saw Dr G (neurosurgeon) last year.

E: No, that was for my back. I had two operations, remember? I wasn’t able to walk upright and the neurosurgeon operated and got me walking again.

D (whilst writing on his pad): Well start at the bottom with X-rays on the hip. You can go to Greenacres or S Geeorges and then either phone me for the results or come and see me. What strength Rivotril?

E: I can’t remember. And then my eyes are becoming increasingly worse. I’m struggling to see. I’ve discussed with the ophthalmologist and optician.

D: It’s not your eyes that’s the problem. It’s the brain. It can’t decipher what the eyes are seeing.

E: Is it part of the disease? Do other patients also have eyeproblems? Will it get worse?

D: Yes, it’s part of the disease. And if the disease gets worse then your sight will too.

D: (Passes the note pages across the desk and gets up from his chair and heads  for the door): Are you driving or do you still make use of a driver? 

E (I get up too): Driver. It’s the most difficult thing to accept …not being able to drive.

D (He opens the door and shows me out):  Goodbye Mr Lunnon.

Fifteen minutes after entering the consulting room, I walked out. 

I needed to order my driver, an Uber taxi, but I didn’t want to sit in the waiting room. So I walked out into the slight drizzle, crossed the road to the KFC, and stood in the rain.

Tiny drops of water ran over my specs, mingled with my tears and dropped down onto the screen of my phone.

When I got home, I scrunched up the paper on which I had written my list – most points not even asked, let alone answered.

And we’ve only just begun … (And the account hasn’t even arrived yet!)

(And there was no mention of pain pills in the script!)

The Month of September 2017

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I spent most of this month visiting in Gauteng, the richest Province in the Republic of South Africa.

SATURDAY 9

I departed Port Elizabeth International Airport just after noon on Saturday 9 September, picked up an hour and a half later at Oliver Tambo International, Johanesburg and was braaing a short while later in Modderfontein, where I spent the night.

SUNDAY 10

Like most Gautengers do, we went out for brunch – to Greenstone Shopping Centre. Nothing is nicer than a not at home cooked breakfast. Mid-afternoon we headed for our Administrative / Executive Capital City Pretoria (also known nowadays as Tshwane). On a Sunday afternoon the some 50km took us an hour; during the week at peak hour traffic, it could take up to two hours! We arrived at the Uptons in Waterkloof Glen just in time for a late lunch or early supper of a chicken in the…

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Las Vegas

Means The Green Valleys / Meadows

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil

The Month of September 2017


I spent most of this month visiting in Gauteng, the richest Province in the Republic of South Africa.

SATURDAY 9

I departed Port Elizabeth International Airport just after noon on Saturday 9 September, picked up an hour and a half later at Oliver Tambo International, Johanesburg and was braaing a short while later in Modderfontein, where I spent the night.

SUNDAY 10

Like most Gautengers do, we went out for brunch – to Greenstone Shopping Centre. Nothing is nicer than a not at home cooked breakfast. Mid-afternoon we headed for our Administrative / Executive Capital City Pretoria (also known nowadays as Tshwane). On a Sunday afternoon the some 50km took us an hour; during the week at peak hour traffic, it could take up to two hours! We arrived at the Uptons in Waterkloof Glen just in time for a late lunch or early supper of a chicken in the Webber, and visited till late into Sunday evening over a few Castle Lites.

MONDAY 11 – FRIDAY 15

The Upton week was interspersed with a trip to Johannesburg – Rupert dropped me at Hatfield station at four on Tuesday afternoon, then the Gautrain to Sandton station and then the Über to the Harwoods in Bryanston, arriving 5 minutes late at 18h05. Modern day African transport facilities up with the best of London!

Pizzas for supper at the local centre, a late sleepin, a visit to the local private school, and then off to the Old Grey dinner at Investec in Sandton. It was great saying hello, but not saying goodbye.

Thursday afternoon, Luke dropped me off at the Sandton station and I met up with Samantha in Hatfield. Then home and supper in the Pretoria countryside, with Sam, Rupert, Hannah and Matthew. Good company, good music and good food all make up for a good evening out.

Friday was a lazy day.

SATURDAY 16 / SUNDAY 17

We watched the Springboks lose to the Kiwis, went hamburgering in Hatfield and visited the new Pretoria East Casino Complex. Sunday we visited and shopped at Menlyn.

MONDAY 18 – SATURDAY 23

Monday was my birthday, and also time to Uber transfer to the Reelers at Pretoria Boys High (no apostrophe !). Visits, shops, restaurants, faulty iPads, physiotherapists, school tours and coffee shops filled the week until it was time to return to the Glen in Pretoria East on Friday afternoon, just in time for the chicken Webber. (If yyou ever marching to Pretoria and need a physio, contact Marissa Dahms at Colin Hill physiotherapists, the resident physio at Boys High.)

I woke up in Waterkloof Glen on Saturday morning, brunched in Newlands, picked up the dog at the doggie parlour, collected my luggage, was offloaded at Hatfield Gautrain station PTA, picked up in Sandton JHB, drove to Craighall, caught up and braaied – sans electricity!

SUNDAY 24

The lights came on at about 2am and woke me up! That was the end of my sleep, but I only got up at nine. We dined up at a lovely English breakfast, caught up on the Sunday newspapers and on our fellow Hottentots- Holland High friends who had been brought up in that famed valley of Van der Stel in the Cape of Good Hope … The Lunnons and the Faures were discussing themselves and the rest, and we wined up on some decent red Cape wines too!

Then came an afternoon Weber and the much awaited Carte Blanche expose on meat sell by dates. Mart-Marie Faure is a producer of our MNet Sunday evening fare! That was followed by a Sunday evening cheese and wine which ended our catch-up of the weekend and our celebration of our Heritage Day!

MONDAY 25

We drove the wealthy streets of Johannesburg on our way back to Modderfontein. I had come full circle.

Another Heritage Weekend braai and a few gins to compliment my medication, put me in a good mood for packing again for the last time before returning to Port Elizabeth. It had been two weeks of catching up – friends, colleagues, schoolmates, pupils, Hottentots-Holland, Grey and Pick ‘n Pay – my Heritage!

TUESDAY 26

Uüber to the Oliver Tambo airport, Boeing to the Nelson Mandela Bay and Phillip’s car to Ryan Street – Gauteng and back in two weeks. Despite my nerves and the stress and the illness, I had completed yet another trip.

The rest will follow soon … PS The reason this is late is because of my IPad becoming dysfunctional … It’s working again! e & OE

(C) 2017 Edward C Lunnon

My thanks to my ex-pupils, colleagues and friends for hosting and transporting me in Gauteng. I appreciate and value your friendship. Until we meet again, may God keep you in the palm of his hand …

Graeme Gathmann, Gavin Mulvenna, Rupert and Sam Upton, Luke and Nicolene Harwood, Guy and Bev Keeling, Rose and Tony Reeler, Piet and Mart-Marie Faure

And their wonderful children

and to Phillip, for taking me to and  from the PE Airport.

 

Ingrid

 

(c) 2017/ 2012 Edward C. Lunnon  Connie Faust (Ill 11 years | Physical Advantage CBD / Mental Deuce)

 

To my sister, Ingrid (from the Norse meaning Fair, Beautiful)

Tomorrow,

It’s your birthday up in heaven

And I’m wondering what you’ll do.

Will there be a celebration

And some cakes to honour you?

Are the kitchen angels busy

Breaking eggs and sifting flour?

Is the angel choir practicing

As it gets closer to the hour?

Is there ice cream made from snowflakes

And some sweet things made from clouds?

Will it be just you and Jesus,

Or all the happy crowds?

I won’t be there to hug you

Or to count my many beers,

And I’m sure I’ll feel lonely

As I shed some birthday tears.

But I know your heavenly birthday

Will be your best one ever!

Just remember,  I still love you –

On your birthday, and forever!

Missing you, now and always!

5 September