A Malayan Story
It was a carefree childhood -
her first playhouse was a scaled- down wooden kampong house in the garden;
her happiest memories are of :-
growing up in colonial timber buildings - with sprawling gardens and huge climbable rain trees, from Johore to Penang,
- riding her tricycle through the middle of a one-street town, where everyone knew everyone else and smiles abounded ... and when a little older, bicycling to school and back ...
- picnics with family and schoolmates on boulders, by cold mountain streams, waterfalls, jungle…
- chickens, geese, turkeys and ducks in the backyard…
- watching black and white movies outdoors, on big screens in fields ...
- little boys & girls of every race playing football in the rain,
- long playing records, Romance Dance Song
- a beautiful, family and house-proud mother - who made every house they moved into – a cosy, elegant home within 2 days, with Chinese hand-carved sandalwood chests and coffee tables laden with Indian brass filigree ornaments
- who could cook almost any dish by just trying it out once
She grew up loving history, mythology, literature, beautiful interiors, antiques;
always looking to discover and celebrate the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Share her story and add to your’s…..