Herbert Louis Lunnon

1916 – 1976

Today,  we fondly remember our father, Herbie Lunnon, who passed away some 41 years ago on the farm Leeukuil in the Agter Paarl District of the Western Cape on Sunday, 30 May 1976 at the age of 60.

I was 19 and a First year student at Stellenbosch University.

Lynette was 23, Ingrid was 15 and June was 10.

Some 7 years earlier, in 1969, Dad had suffered a stroke which had left him paralyzed on his right side and unable to talk.

Dad has been gone so long, but is never forgotten.

We carry him in our hearts, and remember him in our minds.

And so, the curtain falls on Reunion 2017

29 May 2017 | Ill 1o years 8 months | Advantage Ed

Yesterday, Sunday, was a day of rest, figuratively as per the Holy Bible and literally as per my (non-) activity during the day.

It was the end of The Grey Reunion 2017 and gave me time to reflect on the last few weeks. I have been exceptionally busy!

Let me try and remember, and share with you the merry month of May:

This Sunday (28 May) was rest day. Last Sunday (21st) I spoke at the Hospice Last Night of the Proms at the Feathermarket Hall Port Elizabeth and raised some R15000 for PE St Francis Hospice.

The previous Sunday (14 May) I was in Strand in the Western Cape and celebrated Mothers Day lunch with my Aunty Doreen, Uncle Peter and their sons (my cousins John and Jeremy Volsteedt, their wives and their children). In the afternoon, I attended the Stellenbosch University Choir recital in Bellville Cape Town with Gretel and Willem Wust with whom I was staying in Durbanville.

The previous Sunday (7 May) I had spent the last day of our visit to Kleinmond, near Hermanus, with Gretel and Willem.

This Monday (29 May) was also a rest day. I had lunch with Ben Roth at the Old Grey’s Club and watched the Brits go up against each other in political debate – May vs Corborn. Last Monday (22 May) I simply can’t remember. The previous Monday (15 May) I met with Saatchi and Abels advertising staff and friend Werner Greeff  (ex -Springbok) in Durbanville, and we had supper with the Wusts friends. Monday 8 May I saw the ophthalmologist in Claremont, and Monday 1 May I can’t remember.  We had just returned from the Harris wedding at Tandjiesview in the Camdeboo, and it was a long weekend.

Today (Tuesday 30 May) is the 41st anniversary of my Dad’s death. Last Tuesday, 23 May, I can’t remember. The previous Tuesday (16 May) the Willem Wusts and I had supper with the Jacobus Wusts in Welgemoed. On Tuesday (9 May), Nadia’s and the previous Tuesday (2 May) I was packing to fly to Cape Town.

Tomorrow is Wed 31 May. We are having breakfast at the Marine Hotel to say goodbye to friend LIz Findlay. In the old South Africa, 31 May was a public holiday – first Union Day and then Republic Day. Last Wed (24 May) we attended the Selley concert in the Feathermarket Hall and afterwards I went to the Old Grey Club till 2am and got a lift home with my Neighbour Grant Jennings. The previous Wed (17 May) I flew back to PE from Cape Town. THe previous Wed (10 May)  and the previous Wed (3 May) I flew to Cape Town from Port Elizabeth. It’s the date of my parents’ wedding anniversary.

Thursday 4 May, Thu 11 May I had supper with my Cape Town neurologist and his family, Thu 18 May I was at home in PE and Thu 25 May was the reunion dinner for 630 Old Greys in the Memorial quad. I got to bed at 4h15 am!

The first weekend of May from Fri 5 May to Sun 7 May we spent with the Willem and Jacobus Wusts and Gretel and Tillie in Kleinmond. The following weekend Fri 12 May to Sun 14 May I was in Stellenbosch and Strand with the Ridgways, Mullers, Volsteedts and. Engelbrechts and in Wynberg watching Grey vs Wynberg. Then weekend Fri 19 May to Sun 21 May was the Hospice Proms concerts and dinner and this past weekend, Fri to Sun 26 May to 28 May was the Grey Reunion weekend, with Assembly, Lecture, Lunch, Trooping, supper, rugby and Anton’s birthday braai with our Scholtz family.

Sjoe! … The merry month of May!

Die Roos Gevaar

Today, the day afterthe bomb blast in Manchester, I took my Rooi Gevaar (Red Danger) on its longest trip yet, some 5 km through Newton Park to my hairdresser and back. Thanks to Grant for keeping me looking good.

Some comments from a disabled person:

Street furniture

Pavements are broken, uprooted, concrete is broken

Piles of rubbish and builders rubble are piled up

Unmowed grass verges

Cars parked on pavements

Curb ramps on one side not matched on the other side of the road

Pavements dug up with no passage way

No concrete walkways at all

Other drivers

Cut corners

Stop over the white lines on the road leaving no pedestrian crossing

Ride before lights turn green and after they turn orange and red

Don’t know how to navigate traffic circles
All in all, took me 15 minutes there, little nervous and shaken, and twenty minutes home.

Now I better recharge the battery! Range is 40km

This is life in the not so fast lane …

Ps. I miss my X-Trail

Hospice Appeal: Last Night of the Proms

Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you and Good afternoon.

My name is Ed Lunnon and I am a patient cared for by the St Francis Hospice of Port Elizabeth.

Today, we witness the best of the human condition, through song and music and dance.

Let’s give Richard and all the artistes a very warm round of applause.

But, ladies and gentlemen, just as we witness the best of the human condition, we are all only too aware of the worst of the human condition – the elephant in this room:

death through cancer, TB, HIV/AIDS, and Motor Neurone and other degenerative brain diseases.

Just a few months ago, we witnessed the very public suffering, death and funeral of rugby Springbok Joost van der Westhuizen who had motor neurone disease.

Let’s see by show of hands … How many of you have been touched personally, or have had a family member or close friend touched by one of these illnesses in the twelve months that have elapsed since we attended the last Last night of the proms?

Yes, sometimes it takes the worst of the human condition to draw out the best of the human condition in us … That of generosity, compassion, love and charity towards our fellow human beings.

So, in these few minutes, I would appeal to you to help the Port Elizabeth St Francis Hospice to help us, who battle the ravages of these illnesses, which for you may be just a name, but for us, is our reality each and every day of our limited lives.

I challenge you and you and you to empty your purses and pockets as you leave this hall tonight and to fill the coffers of the Hospice placed at the various exits.

This past year it was your parent, your spouse, your sibling, your child or your friend.

This coming year, it may be your very self!

Remember, these diseases spare no-one .

May I thank you in advance for your kind generosity?

Baie dankie, muchas gracias, merci, enkosi kakhulu , thank you very much.