tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765555411888082127.post5129895425435617725..comments2024-03-27T15:32:06.627+08:00Comments on Sarawakiana@2: Pulau Kerto : Love and ObedienceEnsuraihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05201156760287157665noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765555411888082127.post-58130258406575344022017-06-22T23:32:59.594+08:002017-06-22T23:32:59.594+08:00My mum grew up surrounded by ducks, chickens and p...My mum grew up surrounded by ducks, chickens and pigs too. Given that my grandma was an illegitimate child raised as an adopted child, she was not granted the right to give birth to my mum on bed, but within the mess of smoked rubber sheets. As the eldest child of ten growing in my great grandpa's mansion, she knew that everyone at the house treated their existence on sufferance. Though loving mum very much, great grandpa did not openly show his affection, and when he died, his other wives forced my grandma to sign away her rights to inherit great grandpa's properties, and grandma, with my weak-willed grandpa, built a life of their own tens of miles away. But mum can always remember the joy of tending the farm and animals, how great grandpa watched her feed them with a smile, sometimes with tears in the distance.sintaicharleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11868981642239038913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765555411888082127.post-24100423940637581452017-05-17T04:03:26.888+08:002017-05-17T04:03:26.888+08:00Yr writing made me recalled in the 70's we had...Yr writing made me recalled in the 70's we had some one hundred ducks and they were flown down from the high hill to the lower ground in the early morn. In the evening, we children used to use our umbrellas to frighten those ducks back from the lower ground to the hill or so called mountain.<br /><br />Recalling back, it was partly a good fun too esp. when all ducks sprayed their wings and flown through the air.... like any planes going to land!!! hahaha Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com