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.
Death is nothing at all.
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