The First Years 9 ; Catching and Fighting Spiders

This is what I was referring to in the earlier post about fighting spiders ; it is an elegant 'dance' which the spiders end up 'fighting' 

The First Years 8 ; Neighbourhood Games

Slide in our Garden 

     The picture above shows the slide in our garden. Behind is the terrace house where the neighbourhood boys and girls lived. We, the kids of the 60s were most fortunate to live the era of the 60s. They were such carefree, joyous times, I recall during my Primary School days in St Andrew's I only had tuition in 1 subject, Chinese. In the Millenium age, it is practically every other household who has tuition for their children in maths, science, 2nd language over. The children of school going age from the 90s to current day (2016) have a myriad of stresses,ranging from their school homework, enrichment classes, co-curricular activities, tuition, ballet,swimming, music lessons etc. etc. from Primary 1 onwards. 

    We hardly took homework home. It was garden play, catching spiders, flying kites and then home. Nothing else mattered.  When it rained heavily, the drains were overflowing with dirty water and the Malay boys from the nearby kampung came and dumped themselves into the storm drains. We were more civilised, opting to stay indoors. 

       There was no "I am richer than you' crap or where we stayed was the district 9, 10, 11 nonsense. We kids were equally poor as I recall. I did not even understand the concept of wealth (or lack of). As long as we had our play, some food to eat, some place to sleep, our parents and friends, we were in kids heaven. No laptop PCs, smart phones, phone apps (and the scams that are now so prevalent), no IPads, no bullying by Facebook, no Facetime, no internet. 

        Those were simple times, which we can never go back to.   

Me, Liang Puck, John and Poh San 

One of the wonderful games which we played endlessly was to find fighting spiders from the garden. There were these hibiscus plants, which whenever we saw 2 leaves stuck together, would likely be the nest of a spider. So we would clasp our hands and pull the leaves and catch the spider. It would be black in colour with 2 'arms'. So we would then keep them in an empty matchbox feeding them some leaves and preparing them for 'battle'. 

Battle or Fighting day would be when my friend and i would coax our spiders to confront each other, once. that was done, the spiders would by instinct or naturally 'fight' ; their arms would be out and 'fighting'.

One spider would inevitably run away and the other spider which stood its ground would be the 'winner'.

Simple game but oh so enjoyable !!! 

The First Years 7 ; Birthday Parties

1st photo with family members, 1st cousins, uncle Phoon and Aunty Dona

As a kid, I had it really good. In all honesty, I was very fortunate, this little brown kid living with his parents in a nice big house, all 30,000 square feet of land, with a nice white car and cousins, friends, maids, dog, all play and parties. This was the dream, or so I thought. What did I know ? I was only 3 years old then. 

In the photo above, my Uncle Phoon (now in his 80s) and Aunty Mona (close to 80) was carrying my first cousin, Lorraine. At extreme right staring into the camera is her brother, Rick, who is 10 months older than me. At the left of the photo were my Mum's nieces and my cousins Wynne, May and some other girls. The tall lanky good looking boy to my left was Kee Seng, who took care of me from time to time. He must have been at least 7 - 10 years older than me. Kee Seng lived in the neighbourhood along Sophia Road.

To my right was my eldest cousin Clifford Lau looking at Kee Seng and some other relative.

Clifford is stationed in Australia and Kee Seng and our family lost contact decades ago. 

This 2nd photo with me again looking bemused with my Mum and more family members 

     In the second photo above, my cousin May who is about 5 years older than me is standing at the left with the curly hair. I recognise Poh San, the girl behind to rhe right of my mother. She became an air stewardess with Singapore Airlines but our families lost touch. The stout boy to my Mum's left is Liang Puck and to my right are my elder cousins Clifford (with straw) and Winston. Clifford and May are siblings, Rick and Lorraine are siblings, Winston and Wynne are siblings.

      My Mum being the eldest in the family, or big sister wielded the most 'power', all the sisters and 2 brothers listened to her firm and sagely advice on family, career and investment matters, even though she was only in her mid 30s then.They had a tumultuous time first in China, as my grandfather worked for the Chiang Kai Shek administration, before the 2nd World War broke out.  So all in all there were 4 sisters, Anna, Dona, Mina and Mona. 1 younger brother David Mun (whose kids were not born yet) and 1 half brother Gordon (my grandfather married another woman). 

      The family though close have not had contact with Uncle Gordon for decades.

  Sitting on the garden swing ; the Big Head brown boy with his pretty Mum

    1965 was the year Singapore separated from the Federation of Malaya and had to 'go it alone'. The little island was beset by many Communists aligned to the CCP of China, the island was poor, there was a mix of races with Chinese being the majority, Malay and Indians.

              GDP per capita was like US$ 300. We had no natural resources, no foreign reserves, nothing. But we had in 1 brilliant man, Mr. Lee Kwan Yew, a driven and gifted politician who had the steely determination to wipe out the Communists, a fledgling People's Action Party which had a very strong core team of 1st Generation Leaders, Goh Keng Swee, Toh Chin Chye, S. Rajaratnam, Yusoff Ishyak and J.Y. Pillay to name a few. From this core team, a lot of hard work was done to elevate everyone's standard of living to what it is today, a first world metropolis, safe and a high standard of living. 

               

   Clearly I was not a 'happy camper' in this picture circa 1963.

So, I had the whole single child thingy for 3 years. Then came John.... that is for the next posts. 

One More Try - George Michael

Goodbye George Michael ; another star of our youth snuffed out

The pretty boys of Wham ; Andrew Ridgely and George Michael

    On Christmas Day 2016, the pop world was shocked by another celebrity death, George Michael, who was one half of the group Wham !, he was 53. He died in his home in Oxfordshire UK due to heart failure. Once again, the music world is showing its fraility. Many of our icons and influencers in the world of music, big screen, football of the 70s, 80s and even 90s are no more. David Bowie,Natalie Cole, Alan Rickman,Prince, Johann Cryuff and now George Michael just to name a few.   

     When I was in my late teens and early 20s, the pop duo Wham ! came onto the scene with a big bang. Music and pop, the likes of Michael Jackson, David Bowie, Elton John, Wang Chung, the Communards, and of course Wham ! dominated the party music scene. 

     Every lounge in Singapore, including the Chinese ones, had the opening raunchy saxophone strain of  " Careless Whisper" tune. Every Ah Beng could sing this song, it was that pervasive. George "the Greek" Michael the lead singer of Wham duo and it melted every schoolgirl's heart. Unfortunately he batted for the other side, and declared he was gay in the 90s.  

    I listened to Wham's music, and followed and bought his album's after Wham broke up. They played catchy tunes full of lovey dovey stuff, but the tunes were the big draw. George was a natural talent, and while he had his share of brushes with the law, the fans loved the music.

    The Whamsongs which I listened to, during my young 'salad days', during the National Service and the early 20s as an undergraduate we :

a) Wake me Up before you Go Go

b) Wham 

c) Careless Whisper

d) Last Christmas

As a solo artiste, George also hit paydirt with songs like Freedom,Faith, Jesus to a Child, and the side B song which I absolutely loved, One More Try. I sang it for weeks in my car. It just had a side to it which connected with me. I don't know why or what it was but the lyrics were so gripping

Everything She Wants Video 

Goodbye George Michael. This was your Last Christmas.    

The First Years 6 ; Papa 1962 - 1966

Geoffrey circa 1960 

     My late father, Geoffrey Abisheganaden was a barrister of law, from Gray's Inn of London from 1947 - 1950. His studies were probably disrupted by the second world war when Japanese forces occupied Singapore from 1942 - 1945. 

     His era was the era of the Old Guard politicians of Singapore, the most famous being the late Lee Kwan Yew. Geoffrey was the assistant to David Saul Marshall who became the first Chief Minister of Singapore in 1958 (I think my history is correct). Later on, Geoffrey went on to set up his own law firm, Abisheganaden and Company first at the Boat Quay area and later at Selegie Complex.  

    He was a fine man, a humble man, and a servant of the Lord Jesus. A Christian for most of his life, he eschewed the meaning of the word 'kindness' always lending a hand, either through his expertise as a lawyer providing pro bono work to people who were in trouble, to serving in numerous committees, and one of the signatories of the proposed Singapore's Magna Carta - the Constitutional Commission, or the basic laws and regulations of our then new country in 1966. This honour was bestowed to only a select group of individuals, judges, lawyers and people of high character.  

Report of the Constitutional Commission, 1966. Singapore's Magna Carta or Rule of Law. 

His work took long hours, on top of that, he was instrumental in setting up of numerous societies, such as the Bible Society of Singapore, he was also for a time,the secretary of the Synod, was on the board for the YMCA, the National University of Singapore Society's President from 1967 - 70, the board of Governors for both the St Andrew's School and the brand new Junior College, the Singapore Swimming Club, the St Andrew's cathedral legal advisor and numerous others which he did not bother to tell me.    

    His Portrait is on the wall of the Kent Ridge Guild House honoring past Presidents of the society which also included my late Uncle Paul who was the past President from 1962 -63.

Papa was very devoted to his work and sought after for his legal acumen. He would at times, because of his high stress at work, be yelling in his sleep the cases he had had the day before. Believe me, his baritone voice can be very loud ! Many days, my brother and I would be playing in the garden or in the neighbourhood and my Pap would come driving up the driveway into our house. 

  Some nights when my Papa and Mum when out for dinner till late, we would feel very alone in the big house. All in all, he was very loving and kind, and showered us with gifts during birthdays, holidays and of course, to buy ice-cream. Magnolia was the brand of choice then.

My father's portrait above that of the famous philatrophist, Ee Peng Liang 

The Ice Cream Man was my favourite Person ! 

The First Years 5 - Family of 3

This was taken in 1963 somewhere in East Coast ; our family car in the background

Before my brother John came into the picture, I was the little 'king' in the household. Not that I remembered much of it. There were parties in the garden of our bungalow, kids from the kindergarten, and the neighbourhood attended. My relatives from both sides (Dad and Mum) also attended. So, I was the 'star' then. This little brown boy. 

  

My family dog, Trixie

   We had a family dog then, called Trixie, a black coloured cocker spaniel. She was very gentle and playful. I don't recall much then except that we had 3 half breed dogs later when I was around 8 years of age.  My house was my 'castle' and all the neighbourhood kids came around to play outside (Mum rarely let them inside, except to munch on her much appreciated snacks).  My father I recall also sang "Summertime" (by Louis Armstrong) and I knew the lyrics of Tiger Tiger Burning bright ( I was born in the year of the Tiger)

Cousins Ja and Peter ; children of Alex and Eileen Abisheganaden

The Abisheganaden family, as most people recall, were a real musical bunch. Grandfather Arputhan was an Anglican pastor from India. He first set foot to South East Asia in Penang, before his calling took him to Singapore. My uncles, Paul, Felix, Alex, aunties Diana and Esther were all musically inclined. 

Uncle Paul, the eldest, was a principal, and he was the conductor at NUSS ensemble, as well as the choir at the 11am St Andrew's cathedral. Uncle Alex is a gifted guitarist, double bass player, as well as a piano player. My father was a tremendous baritone singer, having attained his LRSM from the Royal Academy of Music from the UK apart from being an accomplished lawer called to the bar at Grays Inn London.

Playing sandcastle building at East Coast

        The recollections of these early years are and were all joyous ones. Way before the East Coast Parkway (and the condominiums near Katong Park sprang up), the East Coast was called the East Coast because the coastline was just there. Grand houses (Mr. Chan Ah Kow and many others) lined the beach. 

       Days of play, attending kindergarten, more play, birthday parties, beach visits, visits to Mr. David Marshall's huge bungalow in Changi point. This was a time long long ago.