Lifting Our Spirits

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Tuesday 26 February 2013: 6 years 5 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Advantage ED

It’s the end of February 2013 and there’s not even a leap year day to make it one day longer.

Two months of the twelve – two twelfths, or as a mathematician would say: the fraction reduced to its simplest form of one sixth of the year – gone! And, most probably with it, all the good intentions and New Year resolutions have also gone.

Gone but definitely not forgotten.

Health wise these have been two difficult months for me. I have more tremors and spasms, more loss of use of three of my four limbs, headaches and problems with my eyes, weak neck muscles, loss of memory, tiredness and increasing speech problems.

On the domestic front, we lost my car in the October floods, property in the November St Francis fire, the dishwasher on Christmas Day, the oven, the blocked drains, the flood of water through the roof in the cloudburst three weeks ago, Sean’s pocked hail-damaged car (now in for a month’s repairs) in the Graaff-Reinet storm … and the list continues.

On the national stage we have seen more and more corruption and potholes, theft, lies, poor health and education facilities and general “service delivery” issues. There have been the mine strikes and the farm labour unrest and riots. The murders, the rapes, the car accidents and manslaughter on the roads continue unabated.

As various Days of Remembrance and Activism have been called, we have worn black clothes and red and yellow and pink and blue and green and … nothing seems to make a difference.

Who even remembers the name of the young girl raped and murdered in Bredasdorp any more?

Then, of course, we have endured the Reeva Steenkamp / Oscar Pistorius saga of the last two weeks, and long, I know, will that continue.

However, there have been the Lifting our Spirits “feel good” stories too.

The last few months have seen the “Searching for Sugarman” – the documentary telling the story and playing the music of Rodriguez who, despite being a non-entity in the USA, was in the eighties, and is today again, a great music phenomenon in this country.

There are so many Life Lessons to learn from this human story (see my blog SEARCHING FOR SUGARMAN).

The cherry on the cake, of course, was the crowning of the movie on Sunday night with an Oscar as the best Documentary of 2012!  

After the storms, there has been sublime weather hosting  the trip into The Bay on The Jester, the Concert in the Park with the EP Philharmonic Orchestra, the annual Redhouse River Mile (ironically now moved to the Sundays River – which in itself tells us the story that if Life hand us lemons turn it into lemonade!)

Sean spent the weekend doing what he does best – on duty at the National Sea Rescue Institute (NSRI).  At no cost to himself, other than a few hours of his own personal time, he jumps from roofs and helicopters into the sea, gets to swim and be hoisted back out of the water and gets to save lives when duty calls.


Phillip was lifting his spirits by throwing a javelin at a school athletics meeting at the Westbourne Oval – a sport in which he has only recently become involved.

Pera is painting, and her first attempt is on exhibition at this time! So her spirits are also lifted and will be even more so when she makes her first sale!

It was good to go out on Saturday evening to that wonderful Shrine of Togetherness that has been left to our Port Elizabethan citizens as part of the 2011 FIFA World Cup ® legacy. It surely lives up to its name as the Nelson Mandela Bay Stadium!


All in all, as one compares the various stadia around the country built for the football spectacular, it would appear that ours is the best used now. It really is an asset to our City and hopefully will be maintained and utilised even more for many years to come.

It has been built in just the right spot.  A spectacular building by any means, access is so easy and quick, and getting home a dream (even without a single traffic cop on duty!)  The view is stunning from which ever seat you sit in the house. And it brings the people of the City – all of us – together in a place where we can forget all the problems of the day and for a brief few hours celebrate our togetherness as human beings.

So the excitement on Saturday was palpable. For the first time, our Eastern Province Southern Kings were playing in the South African conference against the teams of the Australian and New Zealand conferences of the Super 15 rugby competition.

Our fledgling minnows, written off by most, supposedly didn’t stand a chance against the Western Force of Australia. No side has gone into Super Rugby and won its opening game!

Yet, with pride, passion, guts and determination we beat them 22-10. (And underlining the Southern King’s winning status was two try scorer eighteen- year-old Sergeal Petersen, who just three months ago was a pupil at Grey High playing with our own sons!)

Like Life, his are the first steps of a long competition – sometimes up; sometimes down!  

And Life is the Art of Drawing – without an eraser!  Unlike Phil’s six javelin throws, we only get one attempt at Life. We all have experiences where we wished now that we could turn back the clock. But our experiences, and how we handle them, determine our destiny.

What’s important to remember is that life will continue to throw the bad at us… and the good! We have to get up … and there is so much to lift our spirits – to help us to get up – be it music or meals or movies; sea or sports or swimming; art or athletics or Academy Awards.  

Queen Victoria said “As long as there’s tea, there’s hope”!


From Polo to Golf

Tuesday 12 February 2013: 6 years 5 months on …

Physical: Deuce / Mental: Deuce

This is an abbreviated blog of the last week:

Wed 6 Feb: AlgoaFM with Briony; Meeting with accountant; Sabet (Dr Brown) Dentist; Sean (drink at Old Grey Club)

Thu 7 Feb: Admin with Nadine / Graeme Harris visit from Graaff-Reinet / Hydrotherapy / Visit from Isaac / Jester Trip into Algoa Bay with Ashley and Bev

Fri 8 Feb (my 6th anniversary of diagnosis): Rodriguez Lookalike concert at Old Grey

Sat 9 Feb: Trip to Graaff-Reinet – hail storm 50km out of GR!!! Car turned from Polo to Golf ball with dents … ten minutes of hell …

Sun 10 Feb: Flash floods at home in PE: 40mm in 30 minutes ?

Sat till Wed 13: With Gordon and Rose Wright in Graaff-Reinet



Never Give Up – Care Ministry

Saturday 9 February 2013: 6 years 5 months on …

Physical: Deuce / Mental: Advantage ED

Last Tuesday evening, I was the guest speaker at CARE MINISTRY, Port Elizabeth.

The organisation carries on activities which are of a philanthropic and benevolent nature, having regard to the needs, interests and well-being of the general public and in particular those people affected by HIV / AIDS.

My message to them was simple:

Life in all its facets that it presents to us is a GIFT. Whether we are a CARE-Giver or a CARE-taker – NEVER GIVE UP!

We watched this video of Arthur Boorman – thanks for watching it too:

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Run / Walk in the Park 2013

Thanks all for helping us to help the Beadons.

Michelle Beadon, Laurie Beadon, VeeAnne Falco (PG Glass), Ed Lunnon, Loines Jenkerson (Walmer Athletics Club)

Michelle Beadon, Laurie Beadon, VeeAnne Falco (PG Glass), Ed Lunnon, Loines Jenkerson (Walmer Athletics Club)

Ed Lunnon (Walk/Run in the Park)

Ed Lunnon (Walk/Run in the Park)

Ed Lunnon, Loines Jenkerson

Ed Lunnon, Loines Jenkerson

Jester – Happy 6th Birthday!


Happy 6th birthday  ED!

Happy birthday Ashley – thanks Bev and Ashley for a magnificent evening on the Jester, out of Port Elizabeth Harbour, Thursday 7 February 2013



Alice? Alice? …

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Sunday 27 January 2013: 6 years 4 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Deuce

Most of my contemporaries (and older and younger) will be familiar with the words in the title of this blog. They would also be able to complete the title!

They may not know the group that sings the song. And even if they don’t know any of the other words, they will certainly know these few words and will shout them out heartily at any party where the song was played.

Another such song which dates from my school and university days (the seventies and eighties) is the song that contained the SEX word. In a very conservative apartheid South Africa, it was quite a challenge to belt out “I wonder … how many times you’ve had sex?”

Many would not know any of the other words of the song “I Wonder” or who the singer is. Up until now, that is … but all that has changed in the last few weeks.

Suddenly, after the release of the documentary “Searching for Sugar Man”, Rodriguez has become a household name and his music heard all over the country – even on the contemporary airwaves of today, a far cry from the banned status quo in the apartheid era!

Nominated for an Oscar Award in 2013, the documentary tells the most amazing story: how the Mexican American labourer and singer Sixto Jesus Rodriguez, unknown in his home United States, and unknown to him, became popular in apartheid South Africa, “died” and was resurrected to entertain South African audiences again and again (and again next month) in Cape Town and Johannesburg. 


Just last week I wrote about the World Wide Web and its impact on our daily lives.

Thanks largely to the WWW, a search (by two South African fans who said “I Wonder” about Rodriguez) uncovered the mystery of this man, allows him to follow his passion and has resulted in the documentary being made.

The marvels of modern-day technology made it possible for me to download the movie from DSTV Box Office. I watched it, sometimes through misty watery eyes (I must confess) on Friday evening and again with Phillip on Saturday and again on Sunday morning!

The documentary has taught me, at least, a few life lessons and a “Cold Fact” or two. The life of Rodriguez could be the “soundtrack to our lives”.

The futility of apartheid is recognized but thank God, NelsonMandela, FWde Klerk and many others, as the one poster in the movie demands, we have been able to experience “Freedom in our Lifetime”.

But we can not only experience freedom from an oppressive political system. We can also experience freedom from whatever life throws at us. Detroit, in the seventies and today, was a hard place. Rodriguez, through his music, rose above a city of decay.

“Sit dit af.” “There is a way out”.

Obstacles often serve as an inspiration. “If you find things easily they’re not inspiring!”

However, it also shows us that despite “all the circumstances being right” we don’t always necessarily make it big. A prophet is not always recognised in his own country.

But we need to accept our station in life and use it to make a difference in our lives, in the world we live in and in the lives of the people with whom we share this world.

Rodriguez’s three daughters tell us about a man who “never said anything about being disappointed in life”, who read a lot, got involved in politics and the community, attended protests and rallies and causes that he believed in and worked for the working class – for people who didn’t always have a voice or a chance to speak up for themselves.

In his lifestyle and music we can certainly see and hear a lone guitarist and a humble labourer – a boy of the street whose experience was in the street, but who continues to make a difference in the world.

And makes that difference without having regard for reward or for himself.

Truly, had Rodriquez wanted any reward of any kind, the story would have been very different from the start. Too often, today, it is the reward and not the cause that encourages people to get involved!

Rodriguez approached work from a different place. “His magical qualities elevated him above bullshit and mediocrity”. He knew there was something more in making a difference and most of all, “his spirit remained!”

For me, one of the pivotal scenes in the whole documentary is when his daughters tell the viewer that, despite having lived in 26 houses (“they weren’t homes, just places to live”), he took them to libraries, museums, art galleries and science centres.

“Just because people are poor, or have little, doesn’t mean they don’t have dreams, that their dreams aren’t big, their soul isn’t rich!”

“That’s where class and prejudice come from – the difference between them and us – you and me!”

But from someone who was seen to carry fridges on his back and who lived in a DetroitCity that told its inhabitants not to expect more, came the encouragement to his children to “dream big”.

Rodriguez took them to places where “elite” people went. He instilled in them the belief that they “could go to any place you want regardless of what your bank statement says”. He showed them the “top floors of places” and showed them that they were as good as the elite are.

Rodriguez majored in philosophy and exposed his daughters to the arts.

“That was our day care! He showed us a life outside the City that is in books and paintings.”

Rodriguez writes and sings about “people are the same” in his “Most Disgusting Song.”

When his break came in South Africa in 1998 (“South Africa made me feel like more than a Prince”) and he goes from “being the outcast” to “being what he really was – a musician on stage”, he had “arrived at a place he’d tried to find his whole life” – he was at a place of acceptance; he was home!

The limousines pulled up but Rodriguez refused to sleep in the queen-sized bed. His humility remained.

The time here in South Africa was “beautiful, it was a dream” but then he had to go back. “The carriage turned into a pumpkin.”

He continues to “live a modest life. No excess. He works hard to make ends meet. There is no glamour to his life.”

And then the line of the movie that we can all learn from:

“He is rich in a lot of things, but perhaps not material things.”

Rodriguez sings

“Maybe today I’ll slip away

Keep your symbols of success

I’ll pursue my own happiness”

His daughter Regan says “It’s a grandiose story. People in Detroit need to hear something good.”

Perhaps we all need to hear something good.

And in “Searching for Sugar Man”, we hear (and see) that good.

As Rodriguez’s work colleague says:

“It demonstrates that we have a choice. Take Life and transform it into something beautiful. Like a silkworm takes raw material and transforms it into something that was not there before, something transcendent, something eternal!”

“It shows us the human spirit of what’s possible.”

Rodriguez chose Sugar Man as his choice.

You and I have that choice.

Rian Malan, author, says in the documentary, “We all have dreams for ourself, higher forms of ourself, some day we’ll be recognized, talents will be visible to the world. Most of us die without coming anywhere close to that magic.”

“The days of miracles and wonder.”

Jesus said “Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.” (Mathew 5:5)

The World Wide Web

(c) 2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Tuesday 22 January 2013: 6 years 4 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Advantage ED

LeRoi S studied with me at Stellenbosch and served on just about every committee with me as well – from Intervarsity to Rag!

Intervarsity Maties vs Ikeys 1979

Intervarsity Maties vs Ikeys 1979

We became good friends – worked, played and holidayed together. But we haven’t seen each other for 35 years. In fact, we lost all contact with each other.

Then last week, Le Roi “befriended” me on Facebook. Once that happened, I noted that Deon A was a friend of his – another of my friends with whom I had lost contact.

So I “befriended” Deon. And posted a picture or two of us enjoying ourselves at Intervarsity Maties/Ikies 1979.

Intervarsity Maties vs Ikeys 1979

Intervarsity Maties vs Ikeys 1979

Sitting next to Deon was Wilna A – then friends and now husband and wife.

Deon shared the pics with his FB friends and that resulted in a world wide conversation and one Denzil Weitz picking up on my surname.

He had been at school with my sister in Somerset West and sent me a message from Beaverton, Oregon where he now lives.

“Ed was your sister Headgirl of HHH?” he asked! Well, yes she was and that started a whole new conversation about lost mates and teachers.

Whilst all this was happening, I had seen a message from one Venessa Durand from the USA regarding a trip to South Africa to visit her ailing mother who has CBD!

Of course, my ears pricked up because suddenly here was a CBD link in SA (where supposedly I am the only CBD patient!)

I e-mailed Venessa in Statesville North Carolina where she lives and asked her where her mother lived in SA.

She then listened to copies of our AlgoaFM pods and visited my website and became party to all of the above conversations. She also discovered that I had lived in Helshoogte Residence. Her husband had been there between 1984 and 1987!

She returned the following email to me:

Hello Ed,
Ek vat nou sommer ‘n vet kans hier om afrikaans te skryf!  Willem en ek het na een van jou programme geluister en jy klink net soos ons vir die Amerikaners hier klink.  Helshoogte en Maties se sommer nog meer en dink ek dat jy beslis kan Afrikaans lees.  Willem was ook in Helshoogte, van 1984- 1987.  Ek was in Huis Nerina.  So ons het jou net gemis – met ‘n paar jaar.
Ons woon in Statesville North Carolina – 13 jaar al.  Baie gelukkig hier – maar mis die familie.  Ons praat nog afrikaans in die huis en eet boerekos en dink nie dat ons enigsins verander het nie.  Willem het net oor Kersfees vir ons die lekkerste boerbeskuit gebak.  Ek dink hy sou daai boer-tannies met die vris bo arms, goeie kompetisie gegee het.
Dit is vir my so bemoedigend om te sien dat jy so positief is en die lewe met soveel moed aanvat.  Mens kan kies om bitter te wees, of mens kan aanvaar wat mens ontvang en ander mense se lewens aanraak en ‘n verksil maak in hierdie lewe.  Ons het baie dierbare vriende hier gemaak met ‘n bejaarde egpaar.  Hulle was na hulle aftrede sendelinge in Malawie en Thailand vir 10 jaar.  Toe ons hulle ontmoet het, het hulle net terug gekom en kom aftree in Statesville.  Oom Ted het nog self hulle tuinwerk gedoen, Sondagskool geggee en klein kinders rondgery.  Hy het toe net skielik begin sukkel met balans en ons het hom sien ‘n kierie gebruik, ‘n paar maande later ‘n “walker” en toe ‘n rolstoel en het hy verlede jaar sy stryd verloor.  Hy was ook gediagnoseer met CDB. Die ding wat vir my so uitgestaan het, is dat hulle albei altyd so positief was en toe ek met Dot praat na sy dood  se sy:  “I have no regrets.’  M.a.w, hulle het ‘n vol lewe geniet, die beste gemaak van elke dag en net aanvaar hoe dinge vir hulle uitgewerk het.  Sy het op die ouderdom van 78 weer Thailand toe gegaan en vir ‘n jaar by ‘n sending ingeskakel waar sy Engels aangebied het.
Dankie dat jy so ‘n oulike Blog aan die gang het.  Ek weet sommer dat mense wat jou blog volg, bemoedig word en hoop ontvang.

Her mother lives in a retirement home, Herfsakker, in Nelspruit, SA where Venessa will be visiting shortly.

We hope to catch up then.

It truly is a world wide web ….


2nd PG Glass Ed Lunnon Walk / Run in the Parks 2013

This gallery contains 125 photos.

Thanks to Laurie Beadon for taking these pics (c) and for permission to publish them. 

And the Sky Fell upon her Poor Little Head

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Thursday 17 January 2013: 6 years 4 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Advantage ED

Yesterday was Back to School Day for thousands of youngsters in our coastal provinces. For some, it was for the very first time: the beginning of the next twelve year phase preparing them for Life. Phillip went back on Sunday already for the last time. This is his grade 12 year.

The internet and social networking sites were loaded with pictures – sorry “pics” is what we say nowadays! I tried to find pics of my first day at school.

I couldn’t!

I couldn’t find any and I couldn’t remember whether we actually owned a camera. Possibly we had a Kodak Brownie Box, but maybe we didn’t. Maybe we didn’t have the money to buy a “spool” or have the “photo’s” “developed”!

Remember those words we used to use?

Remember “Chicken Licken”?

How many of us grew up and learned words and learned to read on “Chicken Licken”?

I did! Fifty – yes, 50 – years ago, in 1963, I started Sub A at the Hendrik Louw Primary School in The Strand.

My first reader was Chicken Licken. She (was Chicken Licken not a “he”?) served me well and taught me all about reading and writing – the most wonderful skills that I still treasure today and which opened up the world for me. Sadly, besides paralysing my body, the CBD also slowly whittles away at these skills. 

Yes, the “Sky fell upon her (his?) poor little head”.

Yesterday, during peak rush-hour traffic time, a helicopter crashed into a crane on a high-rise building in central London and the debris showered down onto the road below.

Miraculously, only two people were killed – the pilot and a pedestrian. The sky fell upon his (her?) poor little head!

What are the chances of walking “through the streets of London” and having a helicopter fall on you and killing you?

What are the chances of diving into the surf and becoming paralysed – even killed? What are the chances of developing cancer or motor-neurone disease or CBD? What are the chances …?

Yes, there are times when the sky falls upon our poor little heads and we ask “Why Me?”

Those are the times when we need to “Look for something positive in each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder. Let the challenges make you strong.”

“Life isn’t about how to survive the storm. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”


AS Chicken-licken was going one day to the wood, whack! an acorn fell from a tree
on to his head.

“Gracious goodness me!” said Chicken-licken, “the sky must have fallen; I must go
and tell the King.”

So Chicken-licken turned back, and met Hen-len. “Well, Hen-len, where are you
going ?” said he. “I’m going to the wood,” said she.

“Oh, Hen-len, don’t go!” said he, “for as I was going the sky fell on to my head, and
I’m going to tell the King.”

So Hen-len turned back with Chicken-licken, and met Cock-lock.

“I’m going to the wood,” said he.

Then Hen-len said:’ “Oh Cock-lock, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Cock-lock turned back, and they met Duck-luck. ”

Well, Duck-luck, where are you going?”

And Duck-luck said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Cock-lock said: “Oh! Duck-luck, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Hen-len,
and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the
sky had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King.” So Duck-luck turned
back,and met Drake-lake.

“Well, Drake-lake, where are you going?”
And Drake-lake said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Duck-luck said: “Oh! Drake-lake, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Cock-lock, and Cock-lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken
had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and, we are going to tell
the King.”

So Drake-lake turned back, and met Goose-loose. “Well, Goose-loose, where are
you going?” And Goose-loose said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Drake-lake said: “Oh, Goose-loose, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Duck-
luck, and Duck-luck met Cock-lock, and Cock-lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met
Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to
his head, and we are going to tell the King.” So Goose-loose turned back, and met

“Well, Gander-lander, where are you going ?”

And Gander-lander said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Goose-loose said: “Oh! Gander-lander, don’t go, for I was going, and I met
Drake-lake, and Drake-lake met Duck-luck, and Duck-luck met Cock-lock, and Cock-
lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the
wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Gander-lander turned back, and met Turkey-lurkey.

“Well, Turkey-lurkey, where are you going?”
And Turkey-lurkey said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Gander-dander said: “Oh! Turkey-lurkey, don’t go, for I was going, and I met
Goose-loose, and Goose-loose met Drake-lake, and Drake-lake met Duck-luck, and
Duck-luck met Cock-lock, and Cock-lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken,
and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and
we are going to tell the King.”

So Turkey-lurkey turned back, and walked wiith Gander-lander, Goose-loose, Drake-
lake, Duck-luck, Cock-lock, Hen-len, and Chicken-licken. And as they were going along, they met Fox-lox. And Fox-lox said:

“Where are you going ?”

And they said: “Chicken-licken went to the wood, and the sky fell on to his head, and
we are going to tell the King.”

And Fox-lox said: “Come along with me, and I will show you the way.” But Fox-lox took them into the fox’s hole, and he and his young ones soon ate up poor Chicken-licken, Hen-len, Cock-lock, Duck-luck, Drake-lake, Goose-loose,’ Ganderdander, and Turkey-lurkey; and they never saw the King to tell him that the sky had fallen.


Requiescat in Pace

Rest in Peace!

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Monday 14 January 2013: 6 years 4 months on …

Physical: Deuce / Mental: Advantage ED

Life’s Not  just A Walk in the Park!

Last year on 14 January 2012, Loynes Jenkerson and his Walmer Athletics Club staged the first ED Lunnon Walk/Run in the Parks. The purpose of the occasion was to raise awareness about my illness, corticalbasal degeneration, other neurological illnesses and disabled people and to raise funds for The Lunnon Family Trust – a trust fund that I have established to ensure our future family educational and medical needs are covered.

My wish is that this event will continue – even after my death – to continue the good work that it has begun. I rely on my family, my wife and sons, together with Loynes and his Walmer Athletics Club to ensure that this event remains as a legacy.

And so it was that this year’s event, the PG Glass ED Lunnon Walk/Run in the Park was scheduled for Saturday 12 January 2013.

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We had spent a week in St Francis Bay and were scheduled to return on Friday morning.

On Tuesday morning, I received a note on Facebook about LyallBeadon who had become paralysed after diving into the surf on New Years Day in Port Alfred. I do not know Lyall but knew his Dad from my teaching days at Grey when LaurieBeadon taught at Queen’s College.

I have often spoken about the “double whammie” that illness and accident brings: there is not only the need to deal with the concerns of the illness but there is also the need to deal with the financial concerns that accompany the illness.

And so, after reading about the enormous hospital costs that were involved to get Lyall to East London and then to Port Elizabeth to the AuroraHospital, and for all his future treatment, I realised that the Beadon family had a far greater need than the Lunnon family at this stage.

I decided then and there that this year the profits of the “Parks” event would be donated to the Beadon Medical Fund.

Through Facebook I was able to contact the family. I got permission to talk about the events on our AlgoaFm programme on Wednesday and to make the necessary arrangements for the donation.

I had hoped to meet Lyall on Friday afternoon after our return to Port Elizabeth. Unfortunately, he was not feeling well and I had planned to do so this morning.

However, early this morning I received the tragic news that Lyall had passed away. I am so saddened by this turn of events. Truly, Life is never a Walk in the Park!

My deepest sympathy is extended to the Beadon family.

In the meantime, Laurie and Stacey, his sister, were at the Run on Saturday morning.  I hope all the pictures they took will remain as a reminder of the wonderful occasion.

It was an exciting and electric atmosphere and not even the rain that descended on the prize-giving could dampen the spirits.

My heartfelt thanks go to:

  • Lloynes Jenkerson, Colleen Muller and the Walmer Athletics Club
  • Zolani Runeli and Yvonne Anderson for arranging the disabled section
  • Grey Junior and High School and their staff who assisted and participated
  • PG Glass and the Falco Family
  • Doug Pudney and Gavin Fisher of Frontier Events
  • Alec Riddle and Lance du Plessis
  • Stuart Reece
  • All the sponsors of the prizes
  • The marshals, helpers and traffic officials
  • All the participants
  • The Press and AlgoaFM
  • Anyone else who helped in so many ways

It was truly an occasion where we were


RIP Lyall Beadon