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

Gallery

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. 

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

“RUNNING FOR THOSE WHO CAN’T”

RIP Lyall Beadon

The Old and The New

©2013 Edward C. Lunnon

Tuesday 1 January 2013: 6 years 4 months on …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Deuce

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New Year’s Day 2013!

Last night, we got all dressed up to have supper with Trish and Alan Stapleton and Trish’s Mom, Lane Stewart. We’ve done that many times over the last thirty years that we have known each other – from Young Street in Mill Park through to present-day Tucker Street in Parsons Hill.

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So what’s new?

The fact that we got all dressed up to do it was new. It almost meant that I didn’t go because I really didn’t feel like getting dressed up!

The rest was old stuff:

The fact that I had double helpings of everything and that Stapes fell asleep way before midnight, and we were at home and in bed before the hooters honked and the fire crackers banged and the Auld Lang Synes were sung.

With the ending and starting of a new year many people feel that somehow things are different.

However, there is only one thing that is different and that is the date on the calendar! I am the same person I was the whole of last year.  

I, and you and the world, are no different when we woke up this morning.

I still have CBD. I still have old ideas, bad habits, wrong beliefs, resentments, grudges, fears and prejudices.

So maybe this New Years Day is a day to think about what needs to get thrown out – in myself, my wardrobe, my desk, my house, my garage.

It’s a day to start anew – to learn all you can about life and how to live it; to study more about whatever interests you and to learn how to use your time, manage your money and make the most of your skills and talents.

There is no better time to do it than today!

But it’s also a day to celebrate the past – the “Old Long Since” or “For Old Time’s Sake” that we sing about at New Years.

It’s been thirty years since I first came for my job interview at Grey High in 1983 and which was to see the launching of my first job and my move from the Western Cape to Port Elizabeth. We spoke last night about how computers have developed from what I had in my laboratory when I first started teaching Computer Science to where we are today carrying powerful computers around in the cell phones in our pockets!

When Phillip leaves school at the end of this year it will bring to an end that thirty year relationship with The Grey – firstly, as a teacher there and then as a parent of one and one soon-to-be Old Grey.

My sister Ingrid married Anton thirty years ago today. My haircut on their wedding photos tells the story that I had to get a special pass from Infantry School in Oudtshoorn to give my sister away. Congratulations to them on their wedding anniversary!

We remember all those people who have been with us on our travels and have made an impact on our lives. Some have left before us – just recently, days before Christmas, Dr Hendrik du Toit from George passed away. He was Gretel (du Toit) Wust’s father about whom I have written in my blogs and where I often stay on my many trips to Cape Town.

I first got to know them when I was a student at Stellenbosch and their home in George, No 21 Caledon Street, was always a home away from home for me both during my varsity days and my National Service Days in Oudtshoorn.

My condolences are extended to the Du Toit family on their sad loss.

I do not know where the Star of Bethlehem will take us on our travels this year. My journey with CBD wears us all down and slowly takes its toll on all of us.

I wish Pera even greater accomplishments in her teaching career at Grey Junior this year, Sean all the success he needs to get through those darned examinations at the NMMU and Phillip an enjoyable year of great achievements in his final year at Grey High.

To all of you, who continue to read my blogs, listen to my radio interviews with Lance and who support and assist me on this difficult journey, my sincerest thanks and best wishes for “a very happy new year”!

 

 

Grey Prefect Induction 26 October 2009

Then – Sean Lunnon

Grey Turns to Brown

©2012 Edward C. Lunnon

Monday 15 October 2012: 6 years 1 month on … Physical Advantage CBD/Mental Deuce

In my very first blog “Three Years On ” written on Tuesday, 27 October 2009, I wrote the following:

October 2009 and it’s now been three years since I became ill in September 2006. When the illness was diagnosed in February 2007, Professor Carr said that I would, most probably, have another three years of quality life left. It was the morning of 8 February 2007 when he looked at me over his desk – “Go back to PE and enjoy the next three years”, he said, “that’s all you have left.”

I set myself three goals at that stage – firstly, I wanted to see Phillip leave Grey Junior School at the end of 2008 (tick!); secondly, I wanted to attend the 25th reunion of the 1984 Grey matric class in May 2009 (tick!) and then, thirdly, I wanted to be at the valedictory service at Grey High in October 2009.

Thursday, last week, was the valedictory service for the matrics of 2009 – the third of my goals and,yes, tick!. With it, came the big announcement of the 2010 prefects. We were proud when Sean’s name was read amongst the group of 21. So Thursday evening meant celebratory pizza’s, Sunday we braaied with the Clarkes (Graeme is Headboy and David, is a prefect too) and Stapletons, and Monday 26 October, saw us at the Induction Ceremony and tea at the school.

And I now have to reset my goals – Sean’s valedictory service and lunch at Old Grey (and Barney’s!) in October 2010 and – dare I beat the medical odds and plan so far ahead? – Valedictory 2012/2013 for Phillip!

I’ll see you there . . .

A year later, on Tuesday 26 October 2010, I wrote in my blog “The End of the Beginning (and the Beginning of the Next)”:

I set myself three goals, one of which was to see Sean finish his grade 11 year and enter his matric (Grade 12/Senior) year at High School. That was a year ago now, and I reached that goal quite comfortably.  I then set a new goal of attending his Valedictory Service at the end of 2010. I have slowed down and it has been more difficult to get here.

But, here I am, and – thank God – still not severely incapacitated. Although I am aware that the last few weeks have been the most difficult so far, I am still able to manage well.

And, here Sean is, finished with High School and about to write his final examinations over the next six weeks.”

 

Well, another two years on and I have made it!

This past Friday 12 October 2012, was the valedictory service for the matrics of 2012 and with it, came the “big” announcement of the 2013 prefects.

I am still here – much slower than before, but Thank God, still here for Phillip! I am still able to manage.

As the parents are not told in advance who the prefects will be, we were not present at the announcement. But, within seconds of the announcement, Sean had BBM’d me to give me the good news. When I contacted Pera, she had already been told by the Junior School Headmaster, Lindsay Pearson.

We were proud that this time Phillip’s name was read out amongst the group of 20 odd. But with Phillip in the boarding house and Pera away at Kariega Game Reserve for the weekend celebrations of Sandy Rushmere’s 50th birthday, the celebratory dinner will have to take place next week. On Friday night, Sean and I did the “Barneys” thing!

On Tuesday 16 October we will attend the Induction Ceremony and tea at the school. 

This time Lloyd Brown is the Headboy. Congratulations Lloyd. Just that name comes a long way!

I have come many years with the Brown family. In my first year of teaching, Lloyd’s uncle, Lindsay, was in my mathematics class and in the 1984 matric class. The Seiko watch I wear today is a result of the generosity of Linday and that maths class!

Through him, I became friends with (Uncle) Peter and (Aunty) Dr Lorna Brown (Lloyd’s grandparents), Wayne (Lloyd’s father) – then a first year accounting student at UPE – and his girlfriend Janet (Lloyd’s mother), and Duncan (Lloyd’s uncle) who was still at Grey and also one of my erstwhile maths students.

We visited often in Villiers Road – it was a home from home! We (including Dickie Ogilvie and Neil “Tommo” Thomson) attended the opening of the Brown’s Long Room, the 21st parties at Arlington Racecourse and climbed through windows in Villiers Rd in the early hours of the morning when returning from the “beachfront parties”  and waking the household – the house was seldom securely locked.

The Opening of the Browns’ Long Room – Villiers Rd, Port Elizabeth

We did the “land support thing” of the Texan Challenge from Port Elizabeth to East London, the Keurbooms River thing, the” Taurus Rising” video series thing and all the “things” and gadgets and foods that Peter bought for his Long Room – he had wireless TV long before any one else had dreamed that it was possible to have a TV set in every room of the house!

In later years, my family and the Brown families have continued those friendships. Shortly after I became ill, I was kindly hosted by Lindsay and Elaine (and their two children Martin and Meggie) at their lovely home in Andoversford, Gloucestershire, near Cheltenham in England .

Sadly, Uncle Peter – who I was also privileged to do the Rotary “thing” with – is no longer with us. Lloyd, I know, like us, your Gampsy is a proud granddad today!

Felix Baumgartner, the Austrian who jumped from a height of some 36km yesterday and in so doing broke four world records (highest manned balloon flight, highest freefall, fastest freefall and longest freefall), said the following:

“Sometimes you have to go up really high to realize just how small you are!”

That is so true in life for any achievement – Headboy, prefect, captain, MD, headmaster, President, whatever. Let us never forget that!

Good luck Lloyd, Phillip and all those who will be in leadership positions in 2013.

 

Wayne Browns 21st Arlington Race Course port Elizabeth

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes the Wheels Come Off!

 
Thursday 4 October 2012: 6 years 1 month on … Advantage CBD
 
Last Wednesday was the first time that I felt like calling Lance to cancel my talk show. But I did not want to disappoint so many listeners, so (feeling quite miserable)  I went ahead with it any way. Yvonne Anderson took me there and then dropped me off at Grey High.
 
It was the Cadet Retreat Parade and the announcement of Student Officers for 2013. Phillip was appointed as the Student Officer of the E squadron, so congratulations and well done to him on his “military”  promotion.
 
Thereafter, I went for a haircut and started packing for my next trip to Graaff-Reinet on Thursday.
 
Early rise on Thursday and then Pera dropped me off at school at 7h15. Warwick Dickie was going to Graaff-Reinet to deliver generators for the Karoolusfees and he was giving me a lift.
 
With one ton behind us we travelled at 100km / hour and were just approaching Graafies when all hell let loose. The double cab shuddered and shook and I thought a tyre had blown until I saw a wheel speeding past us and down the national road. It veered to the left, jumped the fence and ended up in the Karoo Veld.
 
The bearings had ceased, the axle of the generator trailer had snapped and the wheel came off. 
 
We were lucky! So many things could have happened, but they didn’t. Indeed, we were lucky!
 
And the hospitality and kindness of the REAL people of the Karoo stepped up to the plate. Within an hour, help came from all corners, the generator had been put onto a flat-bed trailer and was on its way to the festival grounds, and I was dropped off at Arno Bouwer’s house where I was staying for two nights.
 
Then more Karoo kindness. A fire had raged through seven farms north of the town on Wednesday afternoon and night. Especially the farm Grassdale was ravaged as the fire destroyed hectares of veld, the sheep sustenance, telephone lines, electricity lines, kilometers of fencing and plastic pipelines.
 
But the community stepped in and within an hour we were heading for Jean De la Harpe’s farm with bails of hay piled on the back of the bakkie. it was but one of many truckloads that would arrive from concerned friends and neighbors and strangers. Assistance of all kinds would stream in over the next few days and weeks. More Karoo kindness …
 
Thursday evening we spent at the Club and had supper at Coldstream.
 
On Friday, I went with Gordon and Rose Wright back to Grassdale. (Gordon is coordinating the relief effort from town.) Food for the humans and food for the sheep…
 
As we drove back into town, dark black clouds built up overhead. The heat of the day changed to cold and some snow fell, and the first drops of rain. Food for the scorched land …
 
Friday evening was back to the Club for the R4000 draw (not won) and then supper with the Wrights.
 
Saturday was a lazy day round the pool. Pera and the boys arrived from PE at about four, we watched the Boks beat Australia (for a change) and then went to the Cape Schools Cricket Week steak braai at Union High School.
 
The sounds of the Karoolusfees permeated the quiet night of the Karoo. Pera was not feeling well so Sean took her back to the Andries Stockenstrom Guest House where we were spending that night.
 
The boys and I decided not to go to the Fees. Instead we drank cuppachino at the Spur and then also headed to bed and to sleep … to the sound of Kurt Darren singing Meisie Mesie to anyone in the Karoo who wanted to listen! Loslappie …. !
 
After breakfast on Sunday morning, Pera went shopping for provisions and we watched a bit of Grey playing Rondebosch in the cricket festival. Then it was a short 30 minute drive to Tandjiesview, the farm of Helen and Graham Harris.
 
Together with the Wrights, Graham’s parents and the Harris’s, we were celebrating their 23rd wedding anniversary which had taken place on the Ogilvie’s farm Doorndraai. I had played the organ, Pera had done the hair and Tommo’s music equipment was blown by the generator!
 
Steaks were prepared by master chef Gordon Wright … And after a restful afternoon spent on the stoep looking out over Tandjiesberg (hence the farm called Tandjiesview), we headed for our next port of call.
 
Springbuck Lodge on the farm Klipfontein, the home of Ed and Margie Parkes, was our next stop. It is south of Graaff-Reinet and the view is of Tandjiesberg from the side, looking northwards.
 
Ed gave Sean and Phillip a motorbike each and a rifle, and they headed off to the veld. Pera and I had a lovely day of just doing nothing – a restful day of sloth rounded off with a magnificent braai as the Karoo sun set in the west.
 
On Tuesday we left Springbuck Lodge and headed north towards the mountains that we could see from the lodge – the Sneeuberg. Some thirty kilometers of gravel into the valley brought us to Asante Sana Private Game Reserve, complete with its magnificent lush green cricket oval in the midst of the Karoo vegetation! (Grey had played there  and lost last Saturday to Westville.)
 
It is the home of Richard and Kitty Viljoen and their sons who are at school with Phillip. It would be our home for the next two days too.
 
In the afternoon the boys skied on the dam and we went for a game drive … Buck, bat-eared foxes, giraffe, rhino and even footprints of long extinct dinosaurs.
 
Our cottage overlooks the cricket oval and when we returned there after supper, two rhinos on it front lawn glimmered silver in the light of the bright full moon!
 
That was nothing – when I woke in the morning and peered through the bathroom window there were two rhinos eating right outside the window… And four more grazing on the cricket pitch!
 
The sun was just starting to rise over the eastern mountains … The start of yet another exciting day in Africa. It was also a special day … It was Pera’s birthday.
 
I did my radio programme from the house and then we went up to the lodge halfway up the mountain. Later in the afternoon another game drive followed – elephant, rhino, buck of all kinds …
 
And this morning, after breakfast, it was time to head home for Port Elizabeth.
 
As the notes on the bedside tables at Margie’s Springbuck Lodge say:
 
“May the memories you make in this special part of Africa be happy ones.”
 
Our grateful thanks to everyone in the Karoo who made this wonderful trip so special! You are all truly very special people in your community and in our lives!
 
Asante Sana … thank you very much (in Swahili)
 
(Pics to follow!)

Come back to Earth with a Bump! (Thailand Day 22) – Reprise

©2012 Edward C. Lunnon

Monday 16 July 2012: 5 years 10 months on … Advantage ED

It was approximately half past five in the evening on Saturday 14 July 2012 – the last day of our trip and we were approaching Port Elizabeth airport.

British Airways Boeing Flight 6237 from JHB to PLZ was about to land. We couldn’t see from which direction because outside it looked like pea-soup! The pilot had said that there was a strong southerly wind blowing and that it was raining hard.

We had read that the coast was in the grips of a severe storm and I had phoned the airways before we left to ensure that all was in order. I was assured that all flights were travelling normally.

But this landing was far from normal … you couldn’t see a thing until we emerged from the cloud just above the Port Elizabeth harbour. The wind was buffeting the plane from the left side as we came down with the engines racing. The we lurched to the right, back to the left and then hit the ground hard … bump, bump, bump! Heads hit the lockers and people screamed. We shuddered, skidding from left to right to left along the runway, and then returned to normal as we slowly taxied to the airport building and parked right in front of the arrivals section.

There was a cacophony of noise inside the plane – nervous tension being released, I think – as passengers shouted, laughed, giggled and finally applauded the pilot for landing us safely. I would love to know at what point he would have decided to abort the landing; but we really had come back to earth with a bump! Both literally and figuratively!

The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down in sheets of water as we quickly sped across the concourse to the airport building. Port Elizabeth (and the country) was in the grips of a killer storm, and we had landed at the height of it. (It was howling, raining, flooding, snowing and had been since Thursday and was to continue until Monday.)

In the warmth of the arrivals terminal we collected our thoughts and our luggage. Then dashed to Kerri Botha’s double cab and slowly made our way home through the dark, windswept, wet, deluged streets of Port Elizabeth.

Once home, the boys quickly off-loaded the luggage in the pouring rain. We were all eager to see Charlie and he was nowhere to be found! Then suddenly he appeared at the sliding door on the front stoep – wet and cold and jumping all over us!

Yes – we were home – Charlie was our welcoming party in the height of the storm!

We ordered in burgers from Steers and started unpacking: washing, dirty clothes, crumpled clothes, summer clothes, winter clothes, new clothes, old clothes, pamphlets, passports, tickets, booklets, unused bahts, chargers, cables, phones, toiletries … it was the end of our trip.

As we unpacked our suitcases, we unpacked our memories and our thoughts of a magnificent holiday. Each item unpacked had some connotation attached to it and we shared this with each other. Later, the laptops, the I-Pads, the cameras and the photos were produced, compared, laughed at, recollected, transferred, stored, face-booked, emailed and shared with the world.

This would continue on Sunday and Monday and … who knows … as the storm abated, we would slowly come back to earth and return to normal life: Phillip back to the boarding house on Sunday, Pera back to work on Monday, Sean discovering that he still had a week’s holiday  ( at 9pm Saturday evening he was called out to do emergency NSRI rescue duty!) … and me?

Well, there’s the documenting of our holiday that needs to be done and will keep me occupied for the next few days.

In my mind, I have been comparing Life to a Holiday. There are so many similarities.

So, watch this space, as I try to share our exciting journey with you … and enjoy the pictures with us!

In the meantime, it was great falling asleep in my bed for the first time in three weeks!

Our grateful thanks are extended to all who made this trip possible.

 And to

  •          the Bryants from Plett who shared their holiday with us and did all the hard work as the tour guides
  •          Tyler Botha for looking after Charlie and the house
  •          The Uptons, Reelers, Moolmans and Keelings for their hospitality in Pretoria
  •          Cheryl Price and Kerri Botha for airport transfers

 

 

ED is in week EnDing Tuesday 21 Aug 2012

 

5 years 11 months on … Deuce

  • Mon 13: Seve’s Mom’s Funeral; Tax; Twice around the golf course
  • Tues 14: Meeting with Terry Bilson re memorial service; Communion with Billy Lindoor; Massage by Julian; Meeting with Derryk Jordan; Haircut; Meeting at School
  • Wed 15: AlgoaFM; Terry Bilson; Kathryn’s memorial service at Grey; Kevin Paul’s farewell at Old Grey
  • Thu 16: Visit from Nadine, Kings admitted into Super 15; not feeling well; Massacre by police at platinum mine in Rustenberg in NorthWest Province
  • Phil at home for weekend with border friends Brad MacKenzie (JHB), Tyrone Pells  (Plett) and Nick Viljoen (Graaff-Reinet)
  • Fri  17: BODA/Daypot Rugby at School (BODAs win for 5th consecutive time); BODA Braai
  • Sat 18: Springboks play and beat Argentina; Drinks @ CTFM
  • Sun 19: Lunch party @ home
  • Mon 20: Gardener; Not feeling well – lay down for most of day (first time since being ill)
  • Tue 21: Visit from Gill (HOSPICE); massage by Julian

ED is in week EnDing Mon 13 August 2012

5 years 11 months on … Advantage ED

  • Mon 6: Visit by Isaac; Water restored
  • Tue 7 : Meeting of MNDA of SA at Old Grey Club – talks by physiotherapist and Charl Parkin
  • Wed 8: Kevin Paul in AlgoaFM studio with me; Trip to East London; Drinks with Old Boys at EL Golf Club
  • Thu 9: Womens Day; Grey vs Selborne; Philip’s last rugby in EL (lose), 1st Team Win; Drinks with Scholtz’s at Beach front; Seve’s Mom passes away
  • Fri 10: Return to PE
  • Sat 11: No electricity for 15 hours until Sat evening
  • Sun 12: Gym; Closing ceremony of Olympic Games in London
  • Mon 13: Seve’s mom’s funeral; Double walk on the golf course