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To my sister, Ingrid (from the Norse meaning Fair, Beautiful)


It’s your birthday up in heaven

And I’m wondering what you’ll do.

Will there be a celebration

And some cakes to honour you?

Are the kitchen angels busy

Breaking eggs and sifting flour?

Is the angel choir practicing

As it gets closer to the hour?

Is there ice cream made from snowflakes

And some sweet things made from clouds?

Will it be just you and Jesus,

Or all the happy crowds?

I won’t be there to hug you

Or to count my many beers,

And I’m sure I’ll feel lonely

As I shed some birthday tears.

But I know your heavenly birthday

Will be your best one ever!

Just remember, I still love you –

On your birthday, and forever!


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My Desk

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.

African Dichotomy

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.