My grandfather's house was situated on top of a hill, behind the Kwang Ang Primary School and the Sing Ang Tong. Being a good engineer my grandfather was able to fit pipes all around the house for our conveniences. He raised the cement tank so that water could flow easily without the help of a pump. So we had a modern sink by the window and the kitchen had a good washing area for all the bowls and plates. He brought water to the outhouse, our special concrete toilet outside the house, at the back of the kitchen. Even the chicken coops had their own water pipes!! And not far from the house, he also installed an open area with a nice tap so that people who came to the house could even wash their cars , mud caked bicycles and their feet!! He had a lot of things well thought out.
During my childhood holidays in Sungei Merah, I remember how we depended on one special well water before the arrival of piped water in the 1960's. The well was about 5 minutes' walk from the house on top of the hill. I heard years later my grandfather was kind and he had dug the well for his neighbours and himself to use. He must have spent time and money to find the well water with the help of the Malays from the Kampong and for years, people were happy to draw water from the well. It was the only well for many families then. He never walled the well and I can still remember how he carefully placed belian planks around the well. Probably because he knew that it was a temporary well, he never cemented the whole area. I remember how people washed their bicycles and even the rubber sheets there!!
I remember only a few occasions when we ran short of rain water and we had to help with laundry by the well. Aunty Ah Hiong after doing all the washing pushed the two pails of washing with her bicycle and we kids followed behind. All around us rubber seeds would be bursting in their shells, making a racket.Dought occurred only twice during my childhood if I am not mistaken. First we had to wait for the Urban District to bring around a water tanker to dispense water and everyone had to bathe near the present Premiere Hotel in the river. The second time was when we had to queue up at the stand pipe supplied by the Water Board. After those two occasions, we had running piped water and it was so wonderful to have piped water, showers etc. I remember my mother having to get a worker to knock down the cement tank and we had some extra room in our kitchen.
Besides water from wells, almost all houses would have a cement tank to be filled up with rain water. Zinc water tank was not in fashion yet.And of course LSL or King Kong were unheard of in those days.
I remember how convenient it was for grandfather, grandmother, great grandmother and uncles and aunties to use the rain water and there was never shouts of "save water, don't waste water!!" during the day. The rain water collected from the belian roof and the gutters was very cold in the morning, but very warm in the evenings. It is sad that we of the younger generation never really appreciate using rain water nowadays. We should be practising sustainable lifestyle the way our grandfathers used to.
Grandfather Kung Ping was a good architect and he built a good wash/bath room around a huge cement water tank in the house so that his step mother, a bound feet lady, did not have to go outside to take her bath. Great grandmother would spend at least an hour in the bath room for her every day bathing ritual, which included washing her knobbly feet and the binding cloths. At times she would wash her cloth shoes.
In those early days we also used kerosene lamps which our adopted aunt Ah Hiong pumped up in the evenings and the lamp would be placed on the beam just above the staircase. When grandfather went to sleep, he would "order" aunty Hiong to douse the lamp, and told her not to waste any more kerosene.
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Our outside toilet was always clean and grandfather would spray the area with a white lotion,the name of which I cannot remember now. This lotion was to control flies around the house and I believe it was also the then most used antiseptic which the locals would buy and mix into the right solutions and then stopped with a little cork. A hole was made in the cork and we would shake the solution out of the bottle after we used the outhouse.
Many years later, my grandfather was one of the first men in Sungei Merah to instal a flush toilet. That was also the time when Sungei Merah's population was blessed by a special water tower and piped water was available for household consumption.
In retrospect, we never experienced an epidemic of cholera or dysentery, although most children did have their NORMAL bouts of intestinal worms, as it was a common ailment.
God had really been looking after us very well.
June 4, 2009 at 10:27 am | Testimonies from the comfort women like those given by Madam Rosalind Saw would help to reveal the traumatic events during Japanese Occupation and to debunk the dominant view of history imposed by the dominant political elites. The histories of comfort women are not just her stories, but the interweaving of numerous complex issuses involving militarism, colonial relations, class, gender, race and ethnicity. History when seen from her eyes has much to educate this and future generations – how should a human being relate to another human being.
The trauma experienced in rape, assault, military combat and torture often do not go away easily. Survivors have witnessed or risked death or injury and experienced intense fear, helplessness or horror. These may combine together to give rise to anxiety disorders, major depression and what now has been commonly known as PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). The typical symptoms are re-experiencing the traumatic event(e.g. nightmares and flashbacks), avoiding reminders of the event(e.g. refusing to talk about it) and loss of sleep.
The NST article above of using the phrase ‘the nightmare ended’ may need a better pharasing. The effects of war do not end with the war. It continues to haunt the survivors, especially the dark shame of being repeatedly and brutally raped.
Rosalind’s moral courage to tell her story helps to shed light on a part of history that was deliberately denied.
Further reading:
http://www32.ocn.ne.jp/~modernh/eng05.htm
June 4, 2009 at 5:23 pm | Thanks so much Gadfly!
The link you have sent here indeed very good!
More detail information of the comfort women situation.
I fully agred with you that testimonies of these comfort woman had actually reflected the underlying ideological elements of militarism, colonial relations, class, gender, race and ethnicity;
and also for me, the most important is that the cruety treatment towards the comfort women in the past have not been taken seriuosly by our government till today.Almost 60 years!
Even those political parties claims to defend the chinese people rights in this nation, i wish they will take this issue to the UMNO-BN rulling parties.Months back, many MCA leaders loudly claimed that the history text of the nation need to be re written, especially for the new villages.
Hopefully those comfort women’s stories and history will be honestly recorded and not being distorted.
February 10, 2010 at 1:13 pm | Awesome post! You have a great blog, absolutely the best Ive read so far. I will be looking forward to your next entry. Thanks again.