But Lo there Breaks a Yet more Glorious Day

Friday 2 June 2017 | Deuce | Ill 10 years 9 months


Our Grey Reunion 2017 celebrations commenced last Wednesday evening with the Selley Concert in the Feathermarket Hall.

After the concert, Pera dropped me off at the Old Grey Club. There are always a few die-hards there who stay until the early hours of the morning. My Neighbour Grant Jennings took me home at about two?

On Thursday evening we had our Reunion dinner in the school quad. Some 630 men sat down for dinner and mingled for reminiscing. Thanks, Rob Elfick, for organizing our table. Afterwards, we bussed to the club for night caps! I got a lift home with the Kriges in the new old Landrover at 4am, and switched off my light at 4h15!

Some two hours later, Phillip took me to the High School to attend the Reunion Asembly. Usually, we would enter the school grounds through the back or front entrance. I asked Phillip to drop me off at the side Maclean Rd entrance. Then normally one would approach the front entrance of the school building. But this is not normal, so for whatever reason, I decided to use the back entrance!

As I passed the tuck shop stairs, a long curly haired gentleman approached me. I moved to the left giving him more room to pass, and said “good morning”. He nodded and we passed each other.

Then from behind me I heard him call, “Ed, Mr Lunnon, is that you?!”

I turned around, and there was Grant Joseph who was in my Std 10 maths class in 1987.

We haven’t seen each other for 29 years! We hugged and hugged and caught up. He was on his way home to rest after also having had a late night. I convinced him to stay for assembly.

The school sang ” Lo there breaks a yet more glorious Day”.

I can’t wait to spend time there with people like Dr Dr (no mistake!) Joseph. We did not have enough time to catch up.

After assembly, I attended the memorial lecture about John Paterson, then had lunch with the 25 year class and then attended the Trooping of the Colour Parade.

Then came the 25 year class reunion at Old Grey Club. 

Thanks to Brendon Horan, Richard Stear, John Ilsley, Ian Jones, …. And Jonathan Kapelus for my lift home at midnight.

On Sat we watched rugby and caught up with Headboy 1984 Luke Harwood. And ….. Pera came to fetch me at the Centenary pavilion at 6pm to attend my brother inlaw Anton Scholtz’s birthday party.

And on the seventh day He rested and saw that it was good.
It was all good.

And as I write this LM Radio is blasting out my school song that we used to listen to in G5 …”Teach your children well …”

Weak after Week!

(c) 2015 Edward C Lunnon / 8 years 8 months ill / Physical Adv CBD : Mental Adv Ed

  
ED is in tirED and ED is in Eina Damnit!

This past week, Grey Reunion 2015, has been busy, tiring , exciting and gratifying.

Last Tuesday evening, we had supper at the timeless Phoenix Hotel to celebrate Sean’s birthday.

Wednesday we attended the 30th Selley Concert in the Feathermarket Hall, then joined Sean and his friends at his birthday party at a pub in Walmer. I then met up with some of my ex-pupils at Old Grey Club.

On Thursday I joined the golfers at Humewood for lunch and drinks. Thereafter, it was the Reunion Dinner in the Memorial quad at Grey High and after-dinner drinks at Old Grey Club.

Breakfast on Friday morning was eaten in my erstwhile home, the Grey Hostel. This was followed by the interment of Rector Pakendorf’s ashes ino the Remembrance Wall of the Grey’s De Waal Hall, tea in the Restaurant, Reunion Assembly and lunch in the Rectory Garden with the Rector and the Class of 1990.

The cadet parade, the Trooping of the Colour, concluded the festivities at the school, and then the 25 Reunion class had a party bash at the Westview Drive Bowling Club. I left early at ten pm but the party continued into the wee hours of Saturday morning.

Saturday was rugby against Queens, watched from the new school pavilion thanks to sponsors Adviceworks. Lunch in the pavilion was followed by drinks in Dexters Den at the Junior School, the First XV  game on the Philip Field, drinks in the Pavilion and Memorial Quad and then au revoir at Old Grey Club!

Needless to say, Sunday was celebrated for the purpose it was made – the Rest Day! I was very weak when we got to the MacKenzies on Sunday evening to have supper with them and the Ogilvies!

Monday was my appointment with the chiropractor – needles and all! Tuesday was my haircut day.

It was great meeting up with so many old friends and acquaintances, many of my ex-colleagues, Maureen and Rudi Pakendorf and Kurt, Anton and Hans, and all my old pupils and parents. They are the tapestry of my memories of The Grey.

That was Grey Reunion 2015! Now, I am never an Old Grey but I am old and grey.

To The Grey Class of 1990

(c) 2015 Edward C Lunnon / 8 years 8 months ill / Physical: Adv CBD Mental: Adv Ed

  

Dear Carlo, Dave, Seton and the Men of the Grey Class of 1990

Where has the weekend gone?

Where has the week gone?

Where have twenty five years gone?

Where has the time gone?

I left The Grey and teaching at the end of 1988. You left The Grey and your schooling careers at the end of 1990, just two years later.

We have all gone our separate ways to the farthest corners of the globe.

Life, for some, has treated us kindly and, in other instances, Life has treated us less kindly. Indeed, all of us have experienced some good and some bad fortunes along the roads that we have travelled.

But all those roads have brought us back, this past weekend, to where all our numerous interpersonal friendships started in those years of our educational eighties – back to the Tower and back to the now 100-year old Mill Park campus of The Grey.

It would appear to me that that Tower remains our anchor which roots us in our lives’ travels and our beacon which guides us along the way and brings us back to our roots, time and again.

This experience, this 25 year Grey Reunion, is a unique event in the lives of Old Greys.

And it happened again this past weekend.

I have been privileged to experience Grey Reunions (and especially 25 year reunions) over the last seven years, and in most of those years have written to the classes with which I was associated. (You may read those letters on my blog site, http://www.edlunnon.wordpress.com).

The sentiments that I expressed in those letters remain the same for each one of you.

They are worth repeating here.

So let me, firstly, congratulate you on the magnificent reunion weekend that you organised.

Everything flowed seamlessly and smoothly, but I know that a lot of hard work and effort goes into making it all happen. I know that everyone enjoyed all the various functions which they attended.

Secondly, I would like to thank you for inviting me to share in your reunion with you. It is very rewarding for a teacher to observe the results of his handiwork and to know that he has been partly responsible in shaping their future.

You can all, like me, be justly proud of the contributions, small or large, that you individually have made to the lives of your families, and to your communities, your school, your countries and, indeed, the whole world.

The Class of 1990 has certainly continued the Grey tradition of raising the bar to new heights.

I have fond memories of the very special years, 1984 – 1988, that I had the privilege of teaching you and getting to know many of you at The Grey. Yes, in many ways, I am as much a part of your class as any one of you.

It was thirty two years ago to the month, in May 1983, that I arrived from the Western Cape at Grey High School. It was for the very first time that I had come to see for myself the school at which I had been appointed to commence my teaching career in 1984 and to continue setting up a very new departmental computer centre for Port Elizabeth based at The Grey (with an Apple 1 and three mainframe consoles!)

You arrived at the High School in January 1986. You being the very junior Standard Sixes and I was the very young and junior “Sir” – a mere few years older than you!

We continued our high school careers there – all achieving various levels of success. But, in 1990, it came to an end for you and you passed ‘neath the Tower which I have previously referred to, for the first time. You went your various ways into an unknown world for which we, your teachers, had hopefully prepared you.

I swapped the academic world for the business world, married Pera (now a grade 2 teacher at Grey Junior) and we had two sons, Sean (who matriculated in 2010) and Phillip (who matriculated in 2013) and who have kept my ongoing connection with The Grey – firstly as a teacher and then as a parent. When Phillip left ‘neath the Tower at the end of 2013, it brought to an end thirty years of my direct connection with the Institution.

But, as you have seen this weekend, the School and the Tower remain a magnet that continuously draw us back.

Whilst I can never lay claim to being an Old Grey (and my son Phillip kindly reminded me that not even a blood transfusion could give me the Grey Blue Blood that was necessary to lay claim to that title of “Old Grey”), I will continue to be a proud member of the Old Greys’ Union, together with each one of you. Hopefully, we will continue to see each other in many years to come!

In 1859, the very first year that classes were taught at the brand new Grey Institute on The Hill, the Governor of the Cape Colony, Sir George Grey, was recalled to London. The Staff and boys of the school wrote to him expressing their regret at his departure and “gratitude for the benefits he had conferred upon them”.

He replied to them as follows:

Gentlemen and Students

Your letter at expressing your regret at my departure is one of the most gratifying which I have received. Every man desires to aid in blessing others, and in doing good; but it is not given to many men to see such early fruits springing from those labours in which they themselves and others have engaged. God has, in the case of the Institution from which you write, given me this pleasure, and has allowed me to hear that, from the Grey Institute, and from amongst yourselves, good and able men have come forth.

If any of you who have done credit to the Institution, require a friend in Europe, remember that you are, in some sort, children of mine, and have a claim upon my sympathy and aid which I shall not overlook.

From your affectionate friend

G. Grey

I am pleased that from the Class of 1990 “good and able men have come forth”.

G. Grey, your affectionate friend, whose mortal remains lie in St Paul’s Cathedral in London, must also take great pleasure in seeing the fruits springing from his labours.

There are many life lessons, but one which I recall is the fact that “time comes to an end”.  We cannot (yet!) turn it back.

Our time together at The Grey and my teaching time at The Grey, about which we reminisce so much this weekend, came to an end in 1988, our weekend together came to an end all too quickly on Saturday evening, and, indeed, our time on this earth will come to an end (and, for some of our group, has already come to an end. We remember them with fondness.)

During our time on this earth, life will hand us many different “Dear Johns”. Many of you are aware of my illness. I will most probably not see some of you again. Please keep me and my family in your thoughts and prayers as we continue to walk the road that has been set before us.

My wife and I watched the movie  “The Theory of Everything” yesterday. It tells some of the story of Professor Stephen Hawking who also has motor neurone disease and who researched and continues to research  the theories of TIME!  In a very poignant closing scene in the movie, the Professor talking to his ex-wife, refers to their children and says, “See what we have made!”

As a young teacher, just a few years older than yourselves, I taught you mathematics and computer studies, but I don’t think we ever spoke about life or what we make with it. We were all too young for that!

In some sorts, you are also “children of mine”. If I may then, let me give you one last lesson: Let me encourage you to make the most of each and every day. Live for the moment. Live each day as if it were your last, because some day it will be! 

See what you can make with your Time on this earth!

Until we meet again … thank you for the memories.

Your teacher and friend

Ed Lunnon

 

Port Elizabeth Welcomes you Back!


Reunion 2015

One of the most poignant set of postings that I have seen on Facebook this year, together with the pic above:

Kurt Pakendorf posts:

And finally there she is – Port Elizabeth. Or as Rory Stear always says – the epicenter of the universe. Stoked to be back in PE after 19 years and looking forward to giving my Old Man a good send off, seeing Grey High School, Old Grey and my long lost mates.

Heathrow Terminal 5

Airport terminal · Hounslow, United Kingdom

· 3.9

280,280 were here

T28 and counting …Dying for Medicine

  

(c) 2015 Edward C Lunnon / 8 years 8 months ill / Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Deuce

LoadshEDding has become a daily occurrence. Look at the picture and spot the old and the new – no lights, no TV, headlight, smartphone, transistor radio, marking, sleeping, communicating, etc etc. I’m lights out!

Port Elizabeth has been in the news for all the wrong reasons – murders, rapes, mayors, embezzlement of funds, etc etc.

People are crying out for medicine, others are wanting medicine for purposes of euthenasia or weed for pain relief, etc etc.

Last week we had supper with the Terblanches, lunch at The Friendly Stranger and saw a Centrestage show at The Old Grey Club. Becoming quite social again in my old age and my eighth year of illness, etc etc.

It’s been two weeks of no Wednesday radio. It’s great not being in the public eye (ear!) but I must admit I do miss it! Lance is overseas in the East and we will soon be in the West! The New World! Watch this space when we all back again! All our visas have been approved and arrived now … All we need are Dollars … American and Canadian!

This week is reunion week at Grey. OH Lordie, give me strength! I hope to see the week through and report back next week!

And now it’s eight fifteen and the lights have come on after two hours. I’m actually enjoying the peace and quiet that comes with the darkness.

Chat soon!

HHH40 Reunion 2014 (Part 2)

8 years 1 month ill …
(c) 2014 Edward C Lunnnon

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I said some more than sixty replied in the affirmative. I’m still not sure exactly how many attended – there were still people booking on the Friday morning that the reunion started and some arrived without booking!

The more, the merrier!

Originally, one event was what I had in my mind. But as more people from afar replied, that grew to three official events – and a few more unofficial get-togethers!

All were planned from Port Elizabeth for the weekend of 26 – 28 September 2014. I had also arranged to return to the Cape on 13 September in order to ensure that everything was in place (and an excuse, I guess, to go “home”!).

Communication with everyone was problematic. Not many of my era are computer-linked via the internet and some don’t even have an e-mail address! I had to resort to letters, envelopes, stamps and the Post Office – when last did you post a letter in a red letter box?

The functions planned were a get-together at the school on Friday including tea with the current staff, a tour of the new school buildings and an spitbraai in the evening.

Saturday was winetasting at Vergelegen Estate, rugby and starters at Erinvale Golf Course and Dinner (courses 2 and 3) at Lourensfords Millhouse Restaurant.

Sunday was a brunch and farewell at The Lord Charles Hotel.

I arrived in Cape Town on my late father’s birthday (it would have been his 99th!). In between all the arrangements, thanks to my niece and her husband, Michelle and Sebastian Ridgway, and friends Gretel and Willem Wust from Durbanville, I was able to visit family, friends, wine farms, pubs, restaurants, etc etc. The Cape of Good Hope does not seem to run out of entertainment options.

I celebrated my 58th birthday in the CBD (not my illness!) of Cape Town and in style with my Strand family. I haven’t done that in many a year!

All the time, the reunion dates came closer. People started arriving early in the week, like Kevin Russell from England, Piet Faure from Johannesburg and Carl Groenewald from Pietermaritzburg. We ate various meals at various places, from Gordon’s Bay Harbour to Helderberg’s Slopes.

Cecil Bond arrived the previous Saturday from Vancouver – and he and his wife and I managed to get in a few good visiting hours at The Lord Charles. He then also managed, in addition to our function, a SACS reunion in Cape Town and a family 60th birthday party in Kimberley!

And yes, despite the best of plans, things do go wrong! As the guests were arriving at the front door on Friday, the pub organisers were threatening to withdraw because they still had not received my EFT deposit from the bank!

Imagine a reunion without a pub!

The dinner was double booked and I had to improvise a two stage dinner at two different venues!

But, the people arrived, the memories were unlocked, the camaraderie gelled, the wine flowed and the chatting continued, by some, until four in the morning!

Too soon, it was all over. But not the pics, the memories, the history and the renewed friendships.

I was so pleased that I had persevered, despite the difficulties, to continue with the arrangements and to renew the links.

I was so pleased that we had all come.

I had finished what I had been doing and stopped working. It was all good, so then I rested!

And, before I flew back to Port Elizabeth on Tuesday morning, I managed to slip in a visit to my neurologist at Tygerberg Hospital Dr Henning and his lovely wife Helen. The supper was great, the pills were upped and the company was good!

I did wipe back a tear as the British Airways plane took off over the Cape Flats, False Bay and the Hottentots-Holland Mountains.

“Our school has done well, may it ere excel …”

HHH40 Reunion: 2014 (1)

8 years 1 month ill …
Mental: Advantage Ed / Physival: Deuce
(c) 2014 Edward C Lunnon

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I went to Hendrik Louw Primary School in The Strand, Hottentots-Holland High School in Somerset West and Sulphur High School in Sulphur, Oklahoma, USA.

I then attended Stellenbosch University and did some of my practical teacher training at Paul Roos Gymnasium in Stellenbosch and Hottentots-Holland High School.

I did some brief teaching at Sulphur High and taught for five years at Grey High School in Port Elizabeth from 1984 to 1988.

I have also lectured at what was the PE Technikon, the University of Port Elizabeth and the UPE Business School.

My sister is a teacher, my brother-in-law is a teacher and my wife is a teacher. Teaching is in our blood!

Five years ago, in 2009, I organised the 25 year reunion of the very first class that I had taught at Grey – the Grey Class of 1984. Grey is a school with a very strong Old Boys’ Union and has annual reunions for many of its classes – the 10, 20, 25, 30, 50, 60 and many more! Thousands of Old Boys return to their Alma Mater every year.

This year, I assisted a bit with the 30 year return of the Class of 1984. My health would not allow me more than just “a bit”!

Whilst busy with those arrangements, in May of this year 2014, it dawned on me that I had matriculated in 1974 and had been out of school myself for 40 years! Not once, in the ensuing years, had our class ever had a reunion and most of us have never seen each other since we left “… the Valley famed both far and wide since the days of Van der Stel”!

So, when the Grey reunion had finished in May, I started with the arduous task of trying to organise a reunion for my own class in a school where reunions are not annual events but held on a very “los and vas” basis!

I had a few names of HHH classmates on Facebook. Like throwing that proverbial stone into the water and watching the rings that that creates, I approached those first few people to gauge the water – would anyone really be interested in getting together after 40 years?

The rings kept getting bigger an bigger, and soon we had the complete name list of 99 people. With the most unbelievable sleuthing skills by Annemarie Nieuwoudt (Sherlock Holmes!) we managed, in three months, to find that nine of our class had passed away. Of the remaining 90, we traced and spoke to 89 (all except our headboy) and received affirmative replies from over 60 of our class mates!

The stage had been set for a good reunion! (to be continued …)

Welkom! by HHH40

Welcome back to HHH

Welcome back to HHH

Forty years ago, when I Mc’d a school gathering, I would have said

Dames en Here – dis nou die onderwysers – and Girls and Boys of HHH – dis nou ons!

Tonight I shall have to say

Ou dames en here – did nou julle, die onderwysers – en Dames en Here – dis nou ons, die wat was die boys and girls!

A very hearty welcome to all of you back to the Hottentots-Holland. Welkom terug na die vallei so mooi gelee tussen berge en die see!

Some of our classmates are not here this weekend. Over the last 40 years, many have been taken from us – we have lost some of our friends, teachers, parents, spouses, siblings, even our children and 9 of our classmates. I ask you to stand for a moments silence as we remember all our absent friends tonight.

Donald Buchan, Chris Carstens, Shane Hands, Theuns Labuscagne, Pietie Marais, Clifford Strutt, Johan Vd Merwe, Dirk Vermeulen, Anne-Marie Winter

I don’t want to know where you boys and girls went to school or who taught you!

Judging by the correspondence between ourselves over the last few months and

despite King Lear, Mrs Belcher, en Raka, Mnr Schoeman, they can’t read, neither English nor Afrikaans.

Hulle kan nie wiskunde doen nie, Mnr Verster, nor basic accounting, Mnr Roelofse. Settling their accounts for this event has been problematic. Simple addition, subtraction and multiplication to work out their dues has left me wanting, and ek weet nie of vanaand se boeke gaan balanseer nie! And, then, I am told that one of you is the financial director of Loslyf Magazine!

Julle rekenaar vaardighede is bedenklik! Your computer skills are abysmal. Whoever heard of anyone who does not have email, facebook, whatsapp, messenger, skype or tring me to say the least!

It has been a nightmare communicating with you and organising this event. It feels like It has taken 40 years!

Thanks to our very own Sherlock Holmes, AnneMarie Nieuwoudt Kuhn, who took it upon herself to find you all. Out of 99, 90 were found and 9 passed on. Of the 90, 38 are not here and 52 of you are present here tonight. Give yourselves a very big hand!

The class of 1974 is a special one.

We were the last class to write our matric exams in the old school hall. In fact, we were the last class to utilize just the old school buildings.

We were the last to learn and write Latin in matric!

We were the first matric class allowed to use calculators in our exams. No log books for us!

We were the last matriculants to leave school in South Africa unscathed by television. The government of the day labelled tv as duiwelsgoed and thus we were shielded from its harmfulness.

Selfs die boubedrywighede by die skool, het die duiwel ontketen. Die hoof het in sy jaarverslag geskryf dat die boubedrywighede hul tol eis – in die vorm van al moeiliker uitvoerbare dissipline, opmerklike verswakking in die algemene netheid van die leerlinge ( dit was ons), en ‘n subtitle verslegting in akademise staandaarde. En dis nie eers te praat van die duiwelse geraas vanaf ‘n verskeidenheid van tuisland dialekte wat op die skoolgronde gehoor is nie!

We were not allowed a matric dance. The principal Koos van der Merwe declared dancing sinful – it was like having vertical sex to music – and thus we were bussed to Houw Hoek Inn for dinner only.

Well, forty years later and close to our sixties, I would imagine that most of us have by now participated in all these sinful activities!

Hoekom ‘n reunie?

A few months ago, when organising a reunion at Grey high School in Port Elizabeth where I now live, I had this daft idea of getting the class of 1974 back here again. I don’t think we ever appreciated as pupils here just how magnificent and beautiful this valley, mountains and sea really are, and I wanted to come home again.

I wanted to say thank you to you, the people who helped shape my life and who made me the person I am today.

Ek weet nie of julle weet dat Mnr Schoeman en my klasmaats dit moontlik gemaak het met ‘n tjek van R1200 om my Amerika toe te stuur nie. That trip altered my life and affects my own children to this day!

Yes, on the 40 year journey back here, like the ANC, each one of us will have a story to tell! The road has often not been easy for any one of us, but this weekend we celebrate. We tell our stories. We reminisce. We laugh and we live life and we are thankful for the privileges that we have had and that we have shared with one another.

“All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I’ve been

And how I got to where I am

But these stories don’t mean anything

When you’ve got no one to tell them to”

So, thank you for attending this weekend and for continuing to make the stories.

I hope and trust that you will enjoy the weekend together.

Baie dankie. Geniet die naweek!

HHH40 Reunion: My Welcome Speech

 

Ed Lunnon Welcome!

Ed Lunnon Welcome!

Forty years ago, when I Mc’d a school gathering, I would have said

Dames en Here – dis nou die onderwysers – and Girls and Boys of HHH – dis nou ons!

Tonight I shall have to say

Ou dames en here – did nou julle, die onderwysers – en Dames en Here – dis nou ons, die wat was die boys and girls!

A very hearty welcome to all of you back to the Hottentots-Holland. Welkom terug na die vallei so mooi gelee tussen berge en die see!

Some of our classmates are not here this weekend. Over the last 40 years, many have been taken from us – we have lost some of our friends, teachers, parents, spouses, siblings, even our children and 9 of our classmates. I ask you to stand for a moments silence as we remember all our absent friends tonight.

Donald Buchan, Chris Carstens, Shane Hands, Theuns Labuscagne, Pietie Marais, Clifford Strutt, Johan Vd Merwe, Dirk Vermeulen, Anne-Marie Winter

I don’t want to know where you boys and girls went to school or who taught you!

Judging by the correspondence between ourselves over the last few months and

despite King Lear, Mrs Belcher, en Raka, Mnr Schoeman, they can’t read, neither English nor Afrikaans.

Hulle kan nie wiskunde doen nie, Mnr Verster, nor basic accounting, Mnr Roelofse. Settling their accounts for this event has been problematic. Simple addition, subtraction and multiplication to work out their dues has left me wanting, and ek weet nie of vanaand se boeke gaan balanseer nie! And, then, I am told that one of you is the financial director of Loslyf Magazine!

Julle rekenaar vaardighede is bedenklik! Your computer skills are abysmal. Whoever heard of anyone who does not have email, facebook, whatsapp, messenger, skype or tring me to say the least!

It has been a nightmare communicating with you and organising this event. It feels like It has taken 40 years!

Thanks to our very own Sherlock Holmes, AnneMarie Nieuwoudt Kuhn, who took it upon herself to find you all. Out of 99, 90 were found and 9 passed on. Of the 90, 38 are not here and 52 of you are present here tonight. Give yourselves a very big hand!

The class of 1974 is a special one.

We were the last class to write our matric exams in the old school hall. In fact, we were the last class to utilize just the old school buildings.

We were the last to learn and write Latin in matric!

We were the first matric class allowed to use calculators in our exams. No log books for us!

We were the last matriculants to leave school in South Africa unscathed by television. The government of the day labelled tv as duiwelsgoed and thus we were shielded from its harmfulness.

Selfs die boubedrywighede by die skool, het die duiwel ontketen. Die hoof het in sy jaarverslag geskryf dat die boubedrywighede hul tol eis – in die vorm van al moeiliker uitvoerbare dissipline, opmerklike verswakking in die algemene netheid van die leerlinge ( dit was ons), en ‘n subtitle verslegting in akademise staandaarde. En dis nie eers te praat van die duiwelse geraas vanaf ‘n verskeidenheid van tuisland dialekte wat op die skoolgronde gehoor is nie!

We were not allowed a matric dance. The principal Koos van der Merwe declared dancing sinful – it was like having vertical sex to music – and thus we were bussed to Houw Hoek Inn for dinner only.

Well, forty years later and close to our sixties, I would imagine that most of us have by now participated in all these sinful activities!

Hoekom ‘n reunie?

A few months ago, when organising a reunion at Grey high School in Port Elizabeth where I now live, I had this daft idea of getting the class of 1974 back here again. I don’t think we ever appreciated as pupils here just how magnificent and beautiful this valley, mountains and sea really are, and I wanted to come home again.

I wanted to say thank you to you, the people who helped shape my life and who made me the person I am today.

Ek weet nie of julle weet dat Mnr Schoeman en my klasmaats dit moontlik gemaak het met ‘n tjek van R1200 om my Amerika toe te stuur nie. That trip altered my life and affects my own children to this day!

Yes, on the 40 year journey back here, like the ANC, each one of us will have a story to tell! The road has often not been easy for any one of us, but this weekend we celebrate. We tell our stories. We reminisce. We laugh and we live life and we are thankful for the privileges that we have had and that we have shared with one another.

“All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I’ve been

And how I got to where I am

But these stories don’t mean anything

When you’ve got no one to tell them to”

So, thank you for attending this weekend and for continuing to make the stories.

I hope and trust that you will enjoy the weekend together.

Baie dankie. Geniet die naweek!