Old Singaporeans like me remember what Malays in the Semenanjung are enjoying today.
We used to have kampungs to live in ............
|The Family's Third Kampung House - Pasir Panjang|
In that house Mak would cook ketupat in big cauldrons. Every year without fail she would make dodol - till today I have not found any dodol that could match hers, for taste and texture and longevity! We would help in the easy jobs like squeezing coconut milk from 10 coconuts or so and stirring the brew during the early stages. The latter part, when the dodol became thick and heavy were left to Mak and Abah. We would of course be dipping into the kwali when it was all done to get to the kerak which was the most delicious part of this all-mighty Malay treacle-cake!
But we, or rather I, had more poignant memories of Hari Raya in the kampung simply because Abah had taken photographs of the celebration. This was when when we were living in a rented kampung house just across the river from the house Abah was building - and which we would soon move into. Because my sister and I were just slightly older than toddlers, Abah would make a special star and banners for his two little girls and later, his little boy Mus.
|The three-year-old AsH posing demurely with her Abah's Hari Raya stars attached to a blanket.|
|More stars and a banner.|
|Air Oren in bottles were a big Hari Raya treat!|
As for this kampung at Pulau Semakau where most of my 1967 Menengah Satu kids at Sekolah Menengah Yusof Ishak came from :
|Pulau Semakau today has the proud record of being the first landfill and now the only remaining landfill in Singapore, according to Wikipedia.|
But, my nostalgia for those days have been encapsulated by the spouse in this illustration. It combines the Blogger and the person and he has lovingly included my two favourite flowers - Bunga Tahi Ayam (Lantana) and the Senduduk and cats as well! What more could a geriatric kampung girl ask for?