Last night, Wednesday 5 July 2016, the day after Pam’s passing, we met at 29 Prospect Road, Walmer, the home of the Thomsons.
The we, this time, being the Lunnons (with Sean and Phillip), the Stapletons, Lindsay Scholtz, and the Thomsons (sans Pam but with Greg, Lynn, and her boyfriend Peter).
The we are also the remnants of our Investment Club – the Lunnons, Scholtz’s, the Stapletons and the Thomsons.
Many years ago, the four families met monthly at each other’s homes.We started off as eight people and ended as sixteen, each couple adding two more children to the group.
Some would say that we added more people than we did money. On that score, each coupled invested R100 per month and I invested the money, with the ultimate goal of cashing in the investments and going on a world tour.
However, we soon realized we were only dreaming! So, annually, we cashed in our fortune and spent the December long weekend away. We did Katberg, Plett, Keurbooms, East London, Knysna, Blanco, Hogsback, …
Last night, we cried and laughed. We spoke about Pam and remembered her in all her ways, and we cried.
We spoke about our Investment Club and remembered all our ways and we laughed.
It struck me how we and our children had learned so much from both. We certainly had not hit the jackpot with our investments, but we had achieved far more in the education of our children.
Stapes later wrote:
“I am touched … I touched … I was touched.
We all touched. What a lively, lovely evening with the Thommos.”
Still later, he said
“Yesterday, with heavy head, heart and feet, I threaded through the day.
But time invested with friends, is time well spent,
and I heard a bird, singing in the Heavens.”
Yes, for the first time maybe, I realized just what the meaning of our Investment Club really was.
I realized just how much our children learn and had learned from us.
I realized just how much Pam was loved and the example she set both in our own kids and also in the pupils she had taught over the years.
So, at the end of the old chapter and the beginning of the new,
We remember that money is not our only investment.
We remember the value of friends.
We remember the meaning of life and the permanence of death in this world.
We remember the memories.
And whilst we say to Tommo, thank you for the music, we also say to Pammie
Thank you, Pammie, thank you for the memories.