Grey Farmers’ Market

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Grey High School Farmers’ Market with Derby Day against Selborne College

Venue: Grey Campus College Drive Port Elizabeth

Date: Thursday and Friday 8 and 9 August 2013 (Womens’ Day)

Farmers’ Market next weekend Thursday and Friday.  Fruit and veg, meat stall – biltong, droë wors, wors, chilli bites, venison pies, lamb etc. rusks, cakes, preserves.  Pizzas, sliced lamb on spitkoeke, warthog rolls.  Freshly squeezed orange juice. Thursday evening during hockey: potjiekos

Phone for tickets / bookings / orders / information: Ingrid Ferreira Cell: 0823616611

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Shades of Grey (1)

Our thoughts and prayers with Martin Groenewald who broke both his tibia and fibula in a horrific rugby accident in Bloemfontein on Saturday. A succesful operation was carried out on Saturday evening and DV he will be discharged today to return to the Eastern Cape.

A TV recording of the incident WARNING Not for sensitive viewers is available on YouTube .. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tanProsmddQ

Bluewaters Cafe Gift Voucher

Drop me a note or a comment or an email through my website or blogsite and stand a chance to win a R100 gift voucher from Bluewaters Cafe at the Boardwalk Hobie Beach Port Elizabeth.

 

Congratulations to Gail and Malcolm Cogger from Port Elizabeth – the winners of this weeks voucher – Wed 24 July 2013.

A Letter to Sean on the Occasion of his 21st Birthday

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Saturday 19 July 2013: 6 years 10 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Deuce

19 July 2013 (for 20 May 2013)

Ladies and Gentlemen

  • ·        To our Friends and family

Thank you very much for being here and celebrating this milestone with us.

  • ·        To Pera and her helpers

Thank you very much for all the arrangements and hard work that have made this the momentous occasion that I am sure it will be.

  • ·        To our son, Sean, on his 21st Birthday

Dear Sean Sean

I have written thousands, if not millions of words, and made hundreds of speeches in my life time. This one is certainly the most personal letter that I have yet had to deliver. I hardly know what to say or how to start a letter of the kind that I want this to be.

I have known you since the day you were born 21 years ago – in fact, from the time that you did flick-flacks in your mom’s tummy to the bass sounds at the 1992 Paul Simon Concert in St George’s Park. We should have known from the very beginning that you would be a non-conformist. It would be nice to say you were a lovely baby and rave on about how good you were. However, your Mom will confirm you had NO idea how a baby was supposed to behave. Sleep was a foreign word to you – and for us!

At this stage you are probably all thinking – GOOD HEAVENS, he is going to cover EVERY year of Sean’s life – well, let me tell you all – I could! I remember just about every memorable moment in your life, Sean – at least all the ones that I know about!

When you cut your first tooth; the day you first walked. When you began talking – and then never stopped! Your first day at school. Your last day at school. And all the in-between days at school.

Your university career would be a somewhat shorter number of days!

Getting the photos out has been a wonderful trip down memory lane.

 

I will spare the detail, Sean.

But first, and most important, is to talk about my love for you. Men and boys, men and men, do not express their feelings of love for each other nearly enough. Fathers just take it for granted that their sons know that they love them, but have trouble in expressing this to them. I seldom say or demonstrate my feelings for you. So let me say it now – I love you so very much!

Unless, one day, you have a son of your own like you, you will never know how much it means to me especially since I have been ill, how you care for me and the little thoughtful things you do. I love you all the more for that.

Secondly, let me say how proud I am of you as a man. You have fulfilled the hopes and expectations that a father could have for a son. You have proven to be the type of boy, and now the type of man, that I am proud to have as a son.

You are manly, yet gentle; serious and yet able to turn a joke or quip; strong in your mind and body but understanding of the weaknesses of others; thoughtful of the aged and the young, with respect for their knowledge, abilities and infirmities, and yet in yourself intelligent, more and far deeper than they.

I could continue for pages trying to tell you how and what I feel you are, but I think you know how Mom and I feel about you.

For myself, as a youngster, without a father, I had to learn about life – just the same as you have had to learn about life.

However, as an adult I may not always have set you an example of good living. It is true I am far from perfect and have made many mistakes, but your Mother has always been there to step into the breach.

I have tried to show you the world, both figuratively and literally. There are not many people your age who have been north to Europe, east to Thailand and west to America!

As to the future, unknown as it is, I do not know of anything I could say to you more than I have previously said. I have tried to pass on to you the ideals for which one should strive.

Now, the law says, you are on your own. You have no need for us. The heart says that we will always be there for you – hopefully not only when you need us for money!

Remember the little sayings I have tried to pass on to you.  Some of them you hear directly from me; some you hear from me on Wednesdays after my radio chat and some are pasted onto the tiles in our bathroom.

I have learned that you do not have an education until you know something about everything; until you have the knowledge to talk to a banker, lawyer, plumber or the cleaner, regardless of their occupation, and to talk intelligently to them about their subject.

Yes, know about cars and boats, your specialty, but don’t lose yourself so completely in this one thing to the exclusion of the rest of the world.

But, especially, take time to see the trees, the birds, the grass, and the earth and sky – to see and appreciate the wonders of nature around you.

In addition, take time to appreciate the wonders of the human body, and the health that you have. Look after it well and not for one moment take it for granted.

Your Mother and I are not openly very religious people. What your belief as far as religion is concerned lies within you. It will probably change and reform and be remoulded many times in your life. One thing is essential and that you already know. The golden rule is always “try to do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Have your religion, whatever it may be, and then live and be true to your beliefs.

So on the occasion of your 21st birthday I can say that Mom and I have given you our inheritance of good hardy stock, good reputation and a family background of men and women who did great things and made their mark on this world. You have already shown, in your activities at work and play, coaching and refereeing and at the NSRI, where you have already been awarded the Trophy for Enthusiastic Endeavour that you intend to carry on with this inheritance.

We have brought you to this day in a condition of mind, body and soul as best we could and we are proud of the results of our efforts and your efforts and the efforts of family, teachers and friends to arrive at this point in your life. We are glad we had and have you.

The World is a better place because of people like you and it is lovely to see you partying tonight with so many of your friends who are helping you to celebrate. They know what your mother and I have always known: You are intelligent, witty, ethical and, above all, loyal. You are a steadfast friend, a loving sibling and we are privileged to be able to call you our son.

 Studies made in Virginia USA about consuming alcohol at 21st parties revealed that one third of men blacked-out at their own 21st party. Please remember you do not have to be one of the statistics and that you are refereeing your brother’s 3rd tem match at one o’clock tomorrow!

 

God bless and keep you.

Have a memorable 21st Birthday and may you have many happy returns of this day!

Mom and Dad

 

 

 

 

Birth Days and Birthdays

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Tuesday 23 July 2013: 6 years 10 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Advantage CBD

Not many of us are born into Buckingham Palace – in our lifetime maybe some three in 7 billion!

Yesterday, 22 July 2013, saw baby Prince “Edward Charles”* Cambridge, a future King of Great Britain, born into the British House of Windsor.

I will not be here on this earth when he rides down the Mall in London to St Paul’s Cathedral or to Westminster Abbey to be invested as the next King of the Realm. Whether SKY News broadcasts in High Definition to a special wide screen in a comfy viewing lounge in Heaven, or whether one just views from Heaven the goings-on on planet Earth through extra strong binoculars, I do not know.

Maybe one just attends the occasions on earth in a spirit form?

What I do know, and despite the comfortable trappings of the Palace into which this Baby has been born, he, too, like any of us will –  wear nappies, teethe, grow up, be educated, experience high days and low days, cry and laugh, become ill (not having to worry about a medical aid!), have arguments, do things that are “right” and “wrong”,  be spoken about, celebrate special occasions, attend funerals and weddings, get old, be part of a family, get married and have future kings and queens, and have birthdays and die!

These past few weeks, we have had our fair share of family celebrations surrounding birthdays.

Charles IV (2), Phillip (18), Sean (21) and Granny (80) have all had their birthdays. Last Friday evening, we celebrated Sean’s 21st. Not quite as they do it at Buckingham Palace, but almost, and with similar traditions that go with these celebrations. I made a speech (see next blog), Graeme Clarke and David Bryant (ex school mates) spoke about some of their experiences together, Phillip proposed a wonderful toast to his brother and Sean entertained us with his response.

I was very proud of our sons.

As I was when we watched Grey play rugby against Daniel Pienaar on Saturday. Phillip captained the Third Team and his older, but shorter brother, Sean, was the referee. An occasion to remember, not most of all because a DP player tackled the ref! Phill also ended up being called upon to play the second half for the Second team game! So it was quite an afternoon for us to remember.

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Our sons have not exactly grown up in Buckingham Palace but Ryan Road has done them just as well! They are our Princes. Long may they live – at least to see the investiture of the King that was born yesterday.

(* My very personal recommendation …)

Lousy Blogger

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Monday 15 July 2013: 6 years 10 months on …

Physical: Deuce / Mental: Advantage ED

I saw that someone commented on my blog site that I was a lousy blogger! I surely am.

Let me try and justify that lousiness:

I have been very busy – various projects and lots of travelling.

The internet and my wireless connection are playing up – South Africa must have the worst and slowest internet connection in the world. It’s so frustrating! And when the internet goes down, so does the help desk at MWEB! Fat help that is!

Mentally, I have not been in a good place. Almost seven years of illness is starting to take its toll on my tired and weakening body and my fighting and busy mind. The cloudiness in my mind also appears to be getting worse. I have difficulty in putting myself into time and place. The writing is not so easy anymore …

And physically, the most difficult thing that prevents me from writing is, believe it or not, my inability to sit comfortably. Pressure on my bum immediately sets my body off into all kinds of muscle contractions and spasms. If only I could find an answer to this one! And my appointment with a specialist that has been recommended, made in January, is only in August! Roll on August and hopefully a solution!

So please forgive me as I (slowly) try and keep you updated with my comings and goings … I will try and do that for as long as I can.

Tuesday morning, after Sister Gill’s visit at ten, I had Holy Communion with Rev Rowan Rodgers from the Newton Park Methodist Church at eleven. Then a good hour long massage session from Julian Fletcher – the best in town if you can get hold of him! I also booked him for Friday morning – but with Julian that’s no guarantee that he’ll be there!

Last Wednesday, after my radio show and weekly coffee at Bluewaters café, I managed to get in a short gym session. I walked for about half an hour on the treadmill and find that walking definitely keeps the leg muscles going.  In the afternoon I had my weekly beard trim and my monthly haircut. Grant at Front Cover in Newton Park (041 363 2529) keeps me looking good, so if you need a haircut, give them a chance.

Thursday I had lunch with Ben Roff at Spargos. It’s always a pleasure catching up with what’s happening in the real world!

Friday morning, we packed for our trip to Somerset East – heading off to the Abrahamsons and the Biltong Festival. We haven’t been there for two years, although it feels like it was yesterday! (See my blog 2B or not 2B written in August 2011 – you can just use the ARCHIVE section on the right hand side of my blog or else the SEARCH blog also on the right hand side of the blog.)

In life, just when things are going smoothly and everything is hunky dory, suddenly something happens to upset the apple cart.

So a relatively short two and a half hour trip to Somerset East becomes a bit of a challenge. Just before we left Port Elizabeth, I heard on the radio that the Olifantshoek Pass was closed as a result of a truck accident. It would be closed for the next five hours!

And that’s our route to Somerset East …

So, one can’t let life get you down – you need to get the upper hand and make alternative arrangements; make decisions now!

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Instead, we took the R75 from Port Elizabeth north-westwards towards Jansenville. Some 20 km from Wolwefontein we turned eastwards on the gravel road R400 through Waterford, past the Darlington Dam and the northern section of the Addo Elephant Park.

Some 30 km from Waterford we turned left and travelled north east on the road to Somerset East. Fifty km from there we entered Grant’s farm Kaalplaas – East Cape Safaris – from the south rather than from the north as we would usually have travelled.

In Afrikaans we say “’n Boer maak ‘n plan” (a farmer makes a plan), and we had overcome the challenge of the closed pass. Along the way, we travelled an unfamiliar route to us, through the Noorsveld, and seen another beautiful part of our wonderful Eastern Cape.

It’s another example of how one can address challenges in life – we could have stayed at home and said we can’t get there or we could have found an alternative, which we did, and become all the more richer for having done so.

And it only took us three hours – half an hour longer – to get there. I mustn’t forget to add that Phillip was at the wheel for the first time on a long trip and on a gravel road. His learner’s licence was due to be upgraded to a full driver’s licence after his 18th birthday, but alas the traffic department has been on strike (together with the electricity department and whoever else seems to go out at the drop of a hat these days!) He drove so well – there and back – so hopefully now we’ll be able to get him an appointment for a driver’s licence test soon (the traffic department re-opened this morning, but, unfortunately, Phill has returned to school today!)

We braaied and kuiered (visited) on Friday evening  with Grant and Sarine, his parents, their children and the cousins in their beautiful bouma (and two Scandinavian hunters).

On Saturday morning, after a very large BREAKFAST!, we headed off to the Biltong festival in town. However, we did not stay too long this time – it would appear that the festival is starting to lose its appeal and we were slightly disappointed by the stalls, entertainment and attendance.  It will be interesting to see how much longer this festival remains on the festival calendar.

It was hot at 25 degrees.

We returned to the farm, watched rugby on TV and ate yet again! This time we were joined by Ben, an American hunter who had just arrived from Seattle and Abrie, the professional hunter, who bambooed our outside stoep ceiling last year.

On Sunday morning, it was cold at 10 degrees. After breakfast, we headed home, again with Phill at the wheel, but this time headed back to Port Elizabeth from Somerset East and Middleton along the usual national route N10 via Kommadagga, the now open Olifantshoek Pass, Paterson and Nanaga.

The weekend had come to an end far too quickly – don’t they all? – and then it was time to prepare for back to school this morning. The three week winter holiday had also come to an end!

This morning, it’s back to me and Charlie at home. Even the God’s are crying in the form of the cold and drizzle. I really miss having the company at home! I think Charlie does, too, because he wants all my attention and he is wearing me down.

Please excuse the errors in my blogs – my mind is not as clear as it has been, my fingers not so nimble and the errors slip through. I’ll correct them later when I feel better. The voice recognition Dragon software is frustrating me and the internet is slow again!