Monthly Archives: June 2017

The House..

 


This is the house where i was born… well, that was almost 60 years ago

Taking into consideration that my late father was 27 years old when i was born and the house was built by my grandfather, this house could well be more than a hundred years old!

I wished i had the picture of the house looking from the side elevations as well.

The windows was originally a 3-leafed swing, hinged type and stretched down until the floor. One could see a full view of a person standing by the window. It was later changed to the naco glass louvres type at the time when it needed a change and was very much influenced by the need of convenience and so i guess.

The rear portion of the house which is the kitchen and dining is located on the ground level. Getting down to the kitchen was a foot-wide wooden plank steps also served as a sitting bench for most of the times.

The original roofing was made from attap leaves and i would remember the bats too were making it as their home. Once in a while in the morning we would notice them clinging along the edges.

Me and my siblings spends a great deal of time together with our cousins during the schools term holidays. We would walked to the shore and wade the muddy beach of the Selangor coastline digging it up for the sea shells and clams. We would then came back with a heavily tanned skin and of course we would not get away scott free from the nagging aunties.

It was in this house that we knew the other members of our father’s family and their individual characters while growing up. When the school term break came to an end we would then went back to our own home where we would go back to school. And we would  then be looking forward to the next term breaks.

Time flies like sands in my hand. Back to the present day, my late father’s portion to the small plot of the land surrounding the house was sold to one of my aunties at the time he was facing a difficult time. He was the last among his siblings to passed away. Recently one of our auntie’s children who are my cousin which we spent many times and fond memories together decided to sell the land to a non relative.

And like a movie,  everything that has a beginning will come to an end. The house has been demolished and a new house is being erected by the new owner of the land. All i have now is the picture above to recall the memories i once passed through this  nostalgic period of time in my humble journey in  life .

 


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