My pathetic attempt was ignominously pasted over as seen below. You can just see the 'Dear Sister' at the top left hand corner, 'Maznor' at the bottom right hand corner and my creative hearts can be found
at the bottom left. (With age the glue dried up and and my dreadful deed was exposed) Oh the shame!
As a result of this boo-boo she dared not recruit the other younger two. It would be an invitation to disaster. She would never live down the scorn of her schoolmates. Yippee ! yelled the two boys.
We found ourselves in demand for her second book. This was a big risk but she had aces up her sleeve.
My oh-so-clever quote .....
I did a superb job for my sister. I took the trouble to draw lines in pencil to keep my writing straight. I even underlined little red curves under each sentence .
But I drew the line at schmucky words like 'dearest sister' and 'your loving sister'. You see, I was 10 years old then and I was already a tough cookie.
I had picked a hard-hitting caution about erring.
This was also because I knew I needed a lot of forgiving for my many misdeeds. There was the time when I sewed holes into my sister's leaflet from Crescent Girls 'School regarding the pattern for her school uniform. That left her in tears . And so did I from the whacking my mother gave me.
As for that eight year old rascal Mus, his pome was a scream! It left me with tears ...... of laughter.
I reckoned he was told what to write, how to write and he even succumbed to the salutation of "Your Loving Brother". But one can easily tell that this was a last-minute instruction because the writing went wonky.
Also he did not complete the last 'e' for coffee. It must be because of the call from his mates to sneak away for a swim at Pasir Panjang seaside . Oh yes! He thought he could hide that from our mother. But she discovered sand in the pockets of his trousers and he was left with nowhere to hide.
She threatened to tie him - naked - to the coconut tree in front of our house. We were all subjected to the same intimidation. But that coconut tree never had that joy!!
I remembered this because I was his 'baby' sitter and minder from that age till the day he passed away in 1982.
As for this contribution, did Akim actually write this mushy tosh?
Akim's favourite song then was "Amapola"
I shall never forget his sweet rendition of the one-word lyric 'poppy' from the line "Amapola, my pretty little poppy'.
HERE THEY ARE - looking like butter won't melt in their mouths..........
Thank you and bless you 'Nah for looking after these two precious books all these years and for allowing me to publicise the contents for my blog.
Sometimes we need to be prodded to remember with gratitude our happy childhood and our wonderful parents. This is not just sentimental nostalgia. This is all about what we are now - warts and all.
BUT I LEAVE THE BEST TO LAST.
This was created for Maznah by Pa'cik Agus. And the message can also be applied to all for all time.
This is our father's colleague and good friend from Sumatra who's also a poet and artist. Thank you Pa'cik Agus for the reflection of the light from your mirror.