“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller
Lately on Facebook many have been posting about Serangoon gardens. Serangoon garden is a place in Singapore where many “serani” or Eurasians lived. This brought back many wonderful memories of the place where I grew up. Our house was not exactly in Serangoon gardens but was actually in a part of Serangoon called Jansen Road. This was outside of the old Serangoon gardens area and was bordering Philips Avenue or what was called 5th mile in those days or Upper Serangoon and part of Serangoon gardens. We lived on a block of land that my dad bought for $5000 Singapore dollars for about 20000 sq feet of land. Hence it was a large block of land in that area. I remember it well as I spent many happy years playing with the kampung boys and girls, Malay, Indians and Eurasians alike. We had all kinds of fruit trees on it. Rambutan, Jambu, star fruit, mango, coconut, ubi kayu, sweet potato and lots more. Of course being a big and very fertile land a lot could grow on it. My mum planted over that time many vegetables and we had fresh food all the time. Quite different from today. As my mum lived orchids and the beauty of its flower, she had a sizeable garden filled with many varieties of orchids. If only she had known how much they would be in demand then she would have started selling them. Like my friend Eugene’s father in Bukit Timah.
They were golden memories as it was a time in Singapore during the British occupation and about 15 years after the 2nd world war. Of course I personally did not experience that war but my mum and dad did and so did much of their family. It proved to be a time of great trial for them. Which is why mum and dad went to no end to provide for us as best they could. I was the youngest of 4 and was called the pappus(baby) of the family or anak bungsu(youngest child). It just sounds better in Malay.
We lived in an “atap” house made on wood, planks exactly and floorboards. The house had a verandah in front. The word atap is a Malay word for a thatched roof made of coconut tree leaves. Many of the houses in Upper Serangoon were made of this thatched roof combination. The leaves would come in 5 ft lengths and about 1-2 ft wide. To ensure that there were no leaks when it rained, they were placed overlapping each other. Hence the rains just fell off the other. Imagine tiles of your roof today and how it’s laid. It was much the same process only it was atap.
It was of course a severe fire hazard, but when you are 5 or 6 your never thought of such things as that was the way of life. Live and let live. We used to shoot fireworks all the time from the verandah and garden into chettys garden. I spent many an hour waiting for my mother to come home after her hard days work at the hairdressing salon in orchard road. Yes my mum was a hairdresser and used to cut the hair of my cousins, friends and their friends and many others. In those days hairdressing was not what it is today. Big business. But the money was still good and it gave my mum an independence from my dads income. Dad was a public servant working for the immigration department and stamped passports as you came into Singapore. He loved to ride a motorbike and that was how he met mum oh so many years ago in katong,east coast. It must have been the thrill of the wind in her face that made mum fall in love with dad and his motorbike. As they say dia sudah tangkap perumpuan (he caught the girl).
Amazingly I too found the girl of my dreams in Katong whilst riding a motorbike. We spent many a happy day riding here and there. I just loved to have her close to me holding on tight as we rode. The feel of her closeness was warm and wonderful. I imagined that was how dad felt. Serangoon gardens was a wonderful place to grow up in. Places like chomp chomp was a favourite eating place. The church of St Francis Xavier up the hill along Chartwell drive was where we all made many friends and till this day it’s a place or us all to meet and our children’s children’s to meet and socialise. Many of us met our life’s partner there and I too found a few girl friends. It was a wonderful time. The young adults and choir which I belonged to were a great bunch of people and we spent many hours praying, enjoying each others company and just having a great time. Aww the days of old.
Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful. ~ Herman Cain
Love is patient love is kind love knows no boundaries. It has no prejudice about who it hurts or who it heals. Often love can be so painful that the other person does not know that they have hurt someone. I do not exactly why but when you love someone and have loved that someone for many years you feel the pain. It’s not that we intentionally intend to hurt someone we from time to time just do. I suppose if love did not hurt it would fell like love at all. In a modern world we treat love as a tool. Something mechanical to use and get something from someone. To hurt. To harm. When you say I love you. What are you really saying? What are you really conveying, asking? No one is perfect. No one is immune to it. But love is a powerful medicine. It can heal and it can harm. It is love that keeps us sane. It is love that makes us whole. That makes us human, that makes us what we are. Who we are.
The Holy Alphabet… This is Beautiful
Whoever came up with this one must have had some Divine guidance!
A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame
E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know
I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee
M ove out of “Camp Complaining”
N o weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone
Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o “thank” is a command
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e’ll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there’ll be good times and yes some will be bad, but…
Z ion waits in glory…where none are ever sad!
“I AM Too blessed to be stressed!”
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.
The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.
Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.
GOD LOVES YOU…
JUST THINK OF HOW MANY PEOPLE THAT COULD BE REACHED OUT TO AND BLESSED WITH THESE WORDS.
Do you Remember when:
I do, having grown up in the 60′ it seems all that long ago. Life was not really much different from now. It just was simpler. Why, well we had a less to occupy our time with. TV was just beginning, games were whatever you could make. There was very little arcade games or a DS or cable and so many other stuff as the kids say in school. Stuff, its come to a point that we are not really sure what is occupying our time anymore. Stuff that come from things…many things. Hope you like this, I got it from a good friend and teacher.
They threatened to keep children back a year if they failed the school year. . . And they did!
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles?
Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
As well as summers filled with bike rides, cricket, Hula Hoops, skating and visits to the pool, eating lemonade powder or liquorice sticks.
I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dare to pass it on. To remember what a Double Dare is, read on, and remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their ‘Grown-Up’ Life.
Double Dare You!
Faith isn’t anything you can see or touch; you feel it in your heart.
It keeps you trying when others have given up.
It keeps you believing in a power greater than yourself and knowing this power will carry you through anything.
Faith is peace in the midst of storm for nothing can touch a soul protected by faith.
Maria Guilia Abela 21 Jan 2011