Balik Kampong !

It's old name was Tanah Merah and now it is Bandar Darul Aman !

We hardly meet nowadays and the little time we have with each other we treasure. So we stay up all night chatting!


Christy, an old friend from Singapore who came along. We met in 1970, when I first became a Baha'i and her car was my bridle car! That was in 1971

Siw Yin, she stayed opposite our house, the daughter of a carpenter and she used to hero worship me, thought I was the prettiest girl on earth (the truth was her world was Tanah Merah!) Found her after 38 yrs !

We don't have to go far to see beautiful flowers.


In my kampong, cotton grows from a tall tree, unlike what we see in the movies.



Casual chatting.


The only one left from my mum's generation, she is my mum's youngest sister. (see the resemblance )






Country road..take me home to the place I belong.....


Found photos of old Tanah Merah. These four houses were next to our house (see below), the first one (pink door) belonged to Lang Mu (aunty Lang). She had as many kids as my mum, and these two ladies compete with each other when giving birth is concern, so her eldest daughter is the same age as my eldest sister, her 7th son (ah Hai) is the same age as me ! You should meet him, seeing him makes me realize how kind life has been treating me!


Our house was the biggest, the most beautiful. We USED to have 3-4 maids, drivers, a few lorries and an old Morris !


ALL SOUL DAYS

Once a year, in the month of April, Chinese from all over the world make it a point to go back to their ancestor's home for prayers.

It is my greatest hope that this custom will continue but I also know that it will end with my generation. To me, it is the last attachment to home and an opportunity to meet the cousins and old friends.