First day of CNY 1965 at Ah Kong's house; [Peggy is 4th from Left] Front porch is in the background |
Grandma, who will turn the grand old age of 102 in May, stays
with Aunt Polly and Uncle Steven now and while her general health is stable, she
no longer sounds like the stereo and can hardly recognise many of us. A few weeks ago I was with them and even
though grandma has more bad days than good ones, I was impressed to see that
she could still hold her plastic cup and drink from it. And as my aunt shared her collection of old
photos of Ah Kong or grandfather’s house with me, we had a good laugh
reminiscing on grandma’s new year traditions when we lived at Jalan Ngee Heng.
First day of CNY 1967 at Ah Kong's house; Playing with soap bubbles on the badminton court! |
Just like my siblings and I, a few of our cousins whose
parents have full-time jobs outside of Johor Baru, also lived with our
grandparents to attend nearby schools. As students, we had our homework to do but
grandma also trained us in housekeeping by assigning us daily and weekly chores. In the days preceding the lunar new year, the
house cleaning was intensified in grandma’s Spring Cleaning exercise and I
remember how the girls, including my sisters and I, had to dust and sweep out
every nook and cranny in the double-storey bungalow as well as polish hundreds
of silver trophies that were displayed in two big cupboards!
Aunt Sylvia [Left] and Aunt Polly, putting the finishing touches of CNY decoration to the black and white television in Ah Kong's house |
So just imagine the bulk buying involved and the long hours she would be cleaning the food for storage, preparing ingredients from scratch and pre-cooking while she supervised her daughters and grandchildren who were tasked with the peeling, plucking, cutting and the pounding of a range of items the traditional way, without the use of electrical appliances.
Ah Kong’s house was the point of convergence for the family
reunion dinner on the eve of the lunar new year and in those days, the idea of
eating this meal in a restaurant was simply unheard of. I would always remember watching our youngest
uncle start the fire in a charcoal stove for grandma to slow-boil a huge pot of
Chinese cabbage in rich chicken soup. This
was my favourite part of the dinner preparation not only because of the
interesting sights but because the air would be filled with the fragrance of
mouth-watering smells like waxed meat in steamed rice and the most
unforgettable of which must be the aroma of grandma’s delicious lor ark or Teochew braised duck!
First day of CNY 1969 on front porch of Ah Kong's house with Aunt Polly and Uncle Steven [Front Left to Right] Pearly, Peggy and Ruby |
My mum does not have any in-law’s house to go to so our
family was always at this party in Ah Kong’s house. There was a tangible air of festive excitement probably because the family is together again and all of us had
recent haircuts and were taken to shop for new outfits and shoes. Looking back, it was amazing that with all
the busyness in the home and family, grandma and mum always found time to go to
the hairdresser’s to get a freshly set hairdo for the new year!
The breezy front porch was the family’s favourite spot to
gather for after-dinner relaxation and as the clock ticked later into the
night, grandma would usher everyone outside so that my aunts could sweep the
floor one final time before the dawn of the new lunar year. Once the house was swept and the décor
arranged for tomorrow, the children were warned not to litter or mess up the
place before midnight. Grandma strictly
maintained the practice of keeping all brooms and sharp objects like knives and
scissors out of sight and were never used on the first day of the new year lest
they swept away or cut short any good fortune!
Visitors at Ah Kong's house on first day of CNY in 1960s; Grandma [Seated 3rd from Right] and [standing from Right] Aunt Sylvia, mum with her bee-hive hairdo and Aunt Polly |
We usually went home before midnight because our parents
were then based in Masai and before the Pasir Gudang Highway was constructed
our journey on the old road by night could take up to an hour. I remember climbing into bed on the eve of
the lunar new year wearing new pajamas and waking up to dress up in a new
outfit complete with new socks and shoes.
As we grew older and out-grew our clothes too quickly, mum wisely bought
each of us a new outfit for Christmas which we also used again for the first
day of the lunar new year.
The best part of the lunar new year must be the tradition of
receiving ang pau or crispy new fortune
money in red packets from our parents and elders for as long as we are
single. Mum encouraged my sisters and me
to carry our handbags when we went visiting so that our red packets were kept safely
and reminded us not to open them until we got home. I also remember being warned not to bicker,
cry or say the word, “die” or risk being severely disciplined because grandma
had a tradition of being careful with each utterance at the start of the
auspicious new year to ensure that good fortune would follow in the year
ahead.
Uncle Victor [2nd from Left] entertaining his friends who came to visit on first day of CNY at Ah Kong's house |
I can never forget the festive feeling in Ah Kong’s house
where we had fun nibbling melon seeds, cookies, crispy love-letters, kueh bahulu sponge cakes and smooth,
pink jelly washed down by fizzy orange soda. Grandma would press a red packet into my hand
and say auspicious Chinese phrases to wish me success in my studies but with Ah
Kong’s passing and the house demolished now, only fond memories of family bonds
in a bygone era remain.
In her advanced
age, the dawn of another new lunar year may just be another day for grandma as
she sits quietly but we continue to treasure her and her timeless traditions that
are handed down through generations.
A version of this article was published in The New Straits Times, Streets Johor on 4 February 2014
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