The time is sometime in 1970. My father was 50 and my Mum 40 years of age. The 2 young brats in the picture are John (my only younger brother) and I. The setting for the top picture is the Botanic Gardens. We occasionally went there with our parents to feed the swans (you can see one in the background), and we created all kinds of mischief (well mainly me, as I was the Bully in Chief).
I constantly remind myself that the first 12 years of my life was totally carefree, practically zero homework, tests were a breeze to take in school, we never really studied much if at all in Primary school and the main events were always after school, playing and fighting with the neighbourhood kids while waiting for my parents to come home.
Our daily routine was (if we were in the morning session) ;
a) 6.00 am Arise and have breakfast (2 half boiled eggs and some toast) ;
6.30 am Take the school bus ;
Oh man that in itself was an adventure. We were always up to no good (well Me and a couple of other miscreants), there was loads of monkey business inside and all manner of bullying between the older kids and the newbies.
7.30 - 12.30 pm School
12.30 pm Lunch in school - we were given pocket money to buy lunch from the tuckshop
1.00 Go home.The school bus would fetch us home.
2.00 pm - 6.30 pm All kinds of fun around the house with the neighbourhood kids.
Games we played :
Catching spiders, hide and seek, fighting games, playing with kites,exploring the neighbourhood. I had the occasional Chinese homework for the school "Ting Xie" of Listen and Write Test from Primary 3. I recall, I did pretty badly then and the Mrs. Pang who was a really nasty piece of work, would call me up in class and ask me why I failed. If I did not give a reasonable answer, and most times I couldn't, she would wring my ear and I could hear the membrane cracking even now when I took my punishment
Chinese as Second Language
To be honest, easily 50% of the boys got the same punishment. St Andrew's boys were notoriously monolingual, and it was a 'badge of pride' to fail our Chinese exams.
My parents hired a Chinese tuition teacher from Pri 3, but with little success. I was a recalcitrant and made little effort to practice, let alone use the language in those days.
We had a swing in the garden, a slide,and kennels for the dogs. We had a rambutan tree, several papaya trees at the back and gauva trees.
People who lived in our house compound
Our house had a row of squatters who lived in the shacks (around 4 - 5 people), we had a Mr. Fry who was my father's clerk, a Malay family and some random people who did some dubious stuff. I believe they were odd job workers and did night life business.
Por Por
Our Por Por (paternal grandmother) lived with us, and we terrorised her, I am rather ashamed to say. She used to call us "Sam Mun Zai" or "Sam Seng Zai" (hooligans) in Cantonese.
Our Por Por used to live at the second floor back room facing West and she had a small Sanyo Colour TV with antennas sticking out to entertain her. She was a Gem of a grandmother, she could speak some Malay, and she taught my brother and I Cantonese.I have since spoken some Cantonese and always give my Por Por credit for teaching me a sprinkling of Cantonese during my early formative years.
Our Neighbourhood Friends
They were a motley bunch, and their ages were easily 10 years to a couple of years older or younger than us. There were Chinese kids, "S", "R" , Liang Puck, "Poh San" and "Kee Seng" as I recall. There was also a Jacob Matthew who lived up the road from us.
He is now happily resettled in the US and we have reconnected.
Our first 15 - 16 years
We were the neighbourhood kids, the gang of kids who had too much free time and never spent much time in the house.
It was a glorious time !!!