My desk was given to my grandfather Walter Charles Lunnon, Postmaster of Swellendam, on his retirement on 1 November 1923.
I subsequently inherited it.
Today I found this envelope in its bottom drawer. It is addressed to Mrs H Lunnon, my late mother (Doris) and is from Doreen, at 93, my last surviving Lunnon (now Volsteedt) aunt.
Doreen congratulates Doris on the birth of Junior, and mentions a present of a blue blanket from Doreen and Grandpa for the little one.
The letter is dated 18 September 1956.
So now I wonder where is my blue blanket.
Yes, that was my present. That is my birthday and I am Junior!
I wonder what happened to my blanket.
Yesterday, Andrew Barton invited me to breakfast at Intle Game Lodge, some 50km west of Port Elizabeth.
There tag line is “Let’s spend holidays together.”
Sitting on the deck overlooking the Indian Ocean and the Gamtoos River, certainly felt like being on holiday.
It was the best of Africa.
Last nite, I watched Carte Blanche on DSTV – a documentary on the education ( rather the non-education) of disabled African children. I was saddened and ashamed.
It was the worst of Africa.
Yesterday, I took a walk around the Grey campus.
I ended up in the office of the new Rector, Chris Erasmus, and I had a good cuppa. Queen Victoria said “As long as there’s tea, there’s hope!”
Rector Erasmus is the fourth person to occupy the Rector’s office since my arrival at The Grey in Port Elizabeth – Dieter Pakendorf, Roy Simpson, Neil Crawford and now Mr Erasmus.
We had a good hour-long chat – bits and pieces and bits and bytes – everything from computers in the first Grey computer laboratory I installed to now being handicapped in my access to a wheelchair unfriendly school.
I’ll walk some more and we’ll talk some more – later …
I’ve been there.
No, not Pietersburg in Limpopo, as it was called, in South Africa.
No, not Saint Petersburg as in Russia, Football, France vs Belgium. Quarter-finals …
It’s Petersburg, now Asanta Sana, in the Bankberg, some halfway between Graaff-Reinet and Cradock in the Eastern Cape.
It’s the home of Richard and Kitty Viljoen.
Our boys were at Grey together and they played cricket on the oval, complete with rhino on the strip!
I was surprised when I went for an early mornin wee and saw a rhino horn at the window!
I’ll add some photos sometime.
In the meantime, it’s France vs Belgium in Russia’s Saint Peterburg …
And the winner is …
THEY WILL NOT WIN THE WORLD CUP, BUT THEY WON OUR HEARTS …
Today, 18 years ago, in July of 2000, Lyndsay Brown challenged me to run the Knysna Forest Half-marathon.
I ran that one, the bug bit, and I ran the next five as well. Lyndsay went on to bigger and better things like the Iron Man.
After six half-marathons, I was diagnosed with CBD and hung up my running shoes.
I became a spectator.
Today, I am not in Knysna, but my heart is there. There can be nothing more beautiful then emerging from the Knysna Forest and looking down the Knysna Lagoon towards the Knysna Heads.
Today, I am not in a good place.