Stories of military service and sacrifice

 

We arrived at the entrance of the Australian War Memorial just as a group of teenagers converged ahead of us so we inched our way in to have our bags tagged.

 

View of the Commemorative Area from the
entrance to Hall of Memory; The names of 
nations, including Malaya, are on the walls

I was pleased to see teenagers, young people and school children in the gallery, mostly on a guided group tour for them to gain better insights from their visit.

 

Such a visit to a national war memorial or museum dedicated to those who have died as a result of war, will be a valuable experience when people learn to appreciate the military for their service and sacrifice.

 

For generations who have never experienced the hardship of wars, it is essential for them to look back and learn from history – whether good or bad – so that they can build a better tomorrow for themselves and future generations.

 

Quotation in the lobby of
the Australian War Memorial

On a White wall in the main lobby, I saw a quote by Sergeant Adam Bryan, Royal Australian Air Force Middle East who said, “Lives have been lost, and family members have made sacrifices… It’s a continuing timeline, and it’s important that these stories are told.”  

 

As I explored the galleries in the Australian War Memorial and saw the collection of exhibits for the First World War, Second World War, Cold War, Korean War, the Malayan Emergency, the Indonesian Confrontation among others, a lump started to form in my throat.

 

The galleries are well curated and designed for visitors to have an immersive sound and light experience, complete with low lighting, soundscapes in military schemes along with voices, music and battle noises.

 

While I may not have been through any war, I have heard first-hand experiences and horror stories of the Second World War from our grandmother and my dad who survived the Japanese invasion and occupation.

 

School children on an educational visit in
the Australian War Memorial

My dad was a Nursing Orderly with the Royal Army Medical Corps whose campaign and service abroad covered, “Johore and Singapore.” [Johore is the old spelling for Johor, the southern-most state in peninsula Malaysia, linked to Singapore by a causeway.]

 

Dad’s duties as a medical first responder, was to rescue the injured and provide first-aid before sending them to the hospital. He probably also carried the wounded on stretchers before and after dressing their wounds and sending them to safety.

 

I read from his Discharge Certificate that dad was discharged from his duties from 29 January 1947. In recognition of his service in the War of 1939 to 1945, dad was awarded three medals: The 1939/1945 Star, the Pacific Star and the War Medal.

 

Seen at the exhibit on Stretcher-Bearers

My dad’s medals may pale in comparison to the grand medals displayed in the Hall of Valour gallery but when I looked at those shiny medals, the lump in my throat threatened to choke me. As I walked through the galleries, I realized that I was breathing with my mouth, blowing out puffs of breath to avert tears.

 

At the exhibit on Stretcher-Bearers, I was drawn to read the small White plaque which read (in part) like this:

 

“…stretcher-bearers worked tirelessly to perform first-aid and carry the wounded to aid posts and dressing stations. As non-combatants, the stretcher-bearers from the Australian Army Medical Corps were not armed, but just like any other soldier they faced the dangers of the front line.”

 

Sculpture of a Water Carrier

In another gallery, there was a bronze sculpture by Wallace Anderson (1888 – 1975) of a Water Carrier who was carrying three two-gallon petrol tins of precious water to his comrades. The information plaque explained that:

 

Water, even more than other essentials, was key to life at Anzac, and for most of the campaign, every drop had to carried to the front lines from reservoirs and wells near the coast.”

 

These brief descriptions echoed what my dad told me about his work in the field and increased my respect for the service and sacrifice of the military, even the non-combatant soldiers.

 

Then a familiar outline of a map I recognized as Johor in then Malaya made me pause to study the names of towns like Muar, Bakri, Batu Pahat and Yong Peng that included my hometown, Johor Bahru. The name for Parit Sulong was in Red bold print, so I had to read the accompanying plaque:

 

Map of Johor in the Australian War Memorial

Charles Anderson (1897 – 1988) was born in South Africa and came to Australia in 1935. He had been awarded the Military Cross in the First World War. In 1940 he joined the Second AIF and was appointed to command the 2/19th Battalion in Malaya.

 

During the Japanese advance, the battalion was sent to the Bakri area. Following the heavy casualties, Anderson took command of the brigade and led it in a fighting withdrawal toward Parit Sulong.

 

Cut off and surrounded, for four days he led attacks against roadblocks and enemy positions. Finally trapped and with no possible hope, Anderson ordered that everything be destroyed and survivors form groups to try to get south.

 

Once Singapore fell, Anderson became a prisoner-of-war and later worked on the notorious Burma-Thailand Railway. Afterwards he returned to farming. In 1949, he was elected to federal parliament where he served as the Country Party member for Hume.”

 

Gallery for the Malayan Emergency

Another gallery of interest featured the Malayan Emergency, also known as the Anti-British Liberation War (1948 – 1960).

 

This was a guerrilla war fought in Malaya between communist pro-independence fighters of the Malayan National Liberation Army and the military forces of the Federation of Malaya and Commonwealth (British Empire).

 

The communists fought to win independence for Malaya from the British Empire and to establish a communist state, while the Malayan Federation and Commonwealth forces fought to combat communism and protect British economic and colonial interests.

 

The term “Emergency” was used by the British to characterize the conflict in order to avoid referring to it as a war, because London-based insurers would not pay out in instances of civil wars.  [Credit Reference from: Wikipedia]

 

The Malayan Emergency struck a familiar chord because under the Briggs Plan (named after Harold Briggs), the British forcibly relocated a million civilians into concentration camps dubbed, “New Villages.”

 

The Kuching Stone

Over the years, many of these New Villages have evolved into residential areas so I wanted modern generations to understand the history and origin of the “New Villages.”

 

To do this, I documented a heritage story, “The Legacy of New Villages” in my book, My Johor Stories 3: Proudly Johor, Then and Now, the third and final instalment that completed the trilogy of My Johor Stories books. [MPH Publishing Kuala Lumpur, 2022.]

 

Another exhibit that caught my interest was the Kuching Stone. Inscriptions on the stone were in Chinese characters while the information plaque read like this:

 

This stone commemorates the opening of the Kuching prisoner-of-war camp on 15 August 1942. The stone bears the name of the camp commander, Colonel Suga Tatisuji, and the command, “Be faithful.”

 

View of the Commemorative Area and the 
Eternal Flame to a backdrop of the 
Hall of Memory

About 3,000 prisoners were held in Kuching, in Sarawak (now Malaysia). They comprised civilian adults and children and military personnel from Australia, Britain, India and Holland.

 

The prisoners had about one cup of rice each, per day and whatever they could buy or steal. They were given no medicine. Many adults died from malnutrition and disease but remarkably, not one child died.

 

We can now regard this stone as a memorial to all who suffered at Kuching.”

 

Outdoors in the Commemorative Area, I read the names of Malaya and Singapore emblazoned on the walls along with the names of the nations in the allied forces and saw the eternal flame that burned to honour the memory of the fallen.

 

Inside the Tomb of the 
Unknown Soldier

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is located in the Hall of Memory, situated at one end of the Commemorative Area. This tomb represents all Australian war dead from World War One and subsequent conflicts. The inscription around the tomb reads:

 

An unknown Australian soldier killed in the war of 1914 – 1918. Known unto God. He is all of them and he is one of us.”

 

At the opposite end of the Commemorative Area, from an elevated position, I saw the landscaped gardens and roads in the heart of Canberra that led directly to the Parliament House, situated on top of Capital Hill.

 

On our way out from the Commemorative Area, we walked on the upper corridor pass the Roll of Honour, an entire wall covered by bronze panels that listed over 103,000 Australian armed forces members who died in service.

 

Dubbed cloister walls, strings of red poppies decorated these walls where the blooms were placed next to the names in their memory.

 

It was encouraging to see groups of
students and young people being guided
 through the Australian War Memorial

The red poppy is a poignant symbol of remembrance for military personnel who died or suffered in war and conflict. It represents the memory of the fallen, the sacrifice of those who served and acts as a plea for peace.

 

This flower symbolises the blood-red poppies that bloomed across battle-scarred, war-torn European landscapes. In Australia and the Commonwealth, the poppy is worn on the left side, close to the heart on Remembrance Day (November 11).

 

The mood was contemplative as we made our way out of the War Memorial.

 

An experience in this destination certainly brought the reality of war and its consequences alive as I recalled our grandmother’s and my dad’s first-hand experience stories. I watched as more visitors arrived, many of them youths.

 

And I echo the sentiment that indeed, “There are no winners in war.”

 

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To Canberra, Australia's Putrajaya

 

When Malcolm talked about going on a road trip, I was not in favour as he would be doing all the driving, a lot of time would be spent on the road and less on visiting places of interest.

 

The scenic route to Canberra from Sydney

In the past weeks, he was doing very well in arranging day trips to various destinations like La Perouse, North and South Heads, Kiama and Newcastle, which allowed me to see and experience enough without stretching ourselves too much.

 

When he broached the subject on visiting Canberra, the prospect became more attractive when he said we can do it in a day trip.

 

He said we should leave the house by 6am, stop for a snack of pie along the way and still have enough time to visit the Australia War Memorial and National Arboretum. [He got me at …pie!]

 

A comfortable and smooth drive

He wanted me to see Canberra, the capital city of Australia, located in the Australian Capital Territory (ACT), which is the seat of the Australian government and home to major national institutions like the Parliament House.

 

Malcolm explained that Canberra was just like our Putrajaya, the federal administrative capital of Malaysia, located south of Kuala Lumpur.

 

Established in 1995 as a planned “garden city,” Putrajaya serves as the nation’s judicial and executive center, designed with modern, monumental architecture, lush green spaces and a man-made lake.

 

The Big Merino at Goulburn

Similarly, Canberra is the administrative and political heart of the nation, located about 160km or 100 miles from Sydney. The site was chosen in 1908 for a purpose-built-city, and developed roughly half-way between Sydney and Melbourne.

 

Determined to let me have the best experience on a short visit, prior to the trip I received from him by WhatsApp, online links to the Australia War Memorial and National Arboretum, for my reading and reference.

 

[I deeply appreciate his time and effort in preparing me for this trip to Canberra because (I can say now!) that it was truly a worthwhile trip. Thanks very much!]

 

Getting pies at the Trappers Bakery

So that night, I set my alarm for a wake-up call with time enough to get ready to leave by 6am. By 6.14am, we were on the road leading out of the city to Canberra. As we left the city limits, I observed that there was more bushland than buildings.

 

Along the road, I spotted road signs with illustrations of kangaroo and possums that warned drivers of wildlife crossings. I was still hopeful to spot a kangaroo or emu but sad to say, I only saw roadkill, one of which looked very much like kangaroo.

 

The Big Merino celebrated
its 40th anniversary in 2025

When the terrain turned into rolling hills, I saw cows grazing on hill slopes but no sheep. Eh? I said to Malcolm, I have yet to see some sheep in the fields and he replied with a promise to show me sheep, in fact, the largest sheep I would ever see.

 

About two hours out of Sydney (and an hour more to Canberra) we made a pitstop at Goulburn. As we turned into the parking lot, there it was, The Big Merino, a 50-feet tall concrete statue of a merino ram. He had fulfilled his promise to show me sheep!

 

He assured me that we will visit The Big Merino, which is a gift shop, later on but first we must go to the Trappers Bakery for our pies.

 

Renowned as the NSW & Australian Award-Winning Bakery, Trappers is a popular stopover for travellers enroute between Sydney and Canberra. This is true, at least for Malcolm, because Trappers is his must-stop destination in Goulburn.

 

The Bigg Merino and me!

The morning sun was shining but the air was chilly so we brought our warm pies to sit in the sun for a more comfortable dining experience. When I sank my teeth into my Steak Cheese and Bacon Pie, the filling was moist and oh, so tasty.

 

Yes, my eyes did fall on the Éclairs but I refrained from indulging as the warm pie had hit a most satisfying spot.

 

Then we walked across to The Big Merino to explore the hollow insides of this massive concrete structure. Built in 1985, this landmark just celebrated its 40th anniversary in 2025. The adjacent gift shop stocked attractive merchandise made of wool along with beautiful handicrafts and souvenirs.

 

And then we were on the road again for the final stretch of the drive before we arrived at Canberra. Unlike Sydney, the planned city center features broad roads with wide spans of landscaped greenery, interspersed with monuments and art installations.

 

Lake Burley Griffin, an artificial central
centerpiece of Canberra, created in 1963


Our itinerary for the day was packed with visits to destinations like the Australian War Memorial, the Parliament House, the National Arboretum and the Australian National Museum, with a break for lunch.

 

A lunch appointment was arranged with a friend in Canberra so Malcolm kept a strict budget on our time to ensure that we did not linger too long at one spot. This was to ensure that we arrived on time for our lunch and thereafter, to go on to our next destination for the day.

 

He did apologize for having to limit my time at the War Memorial but time was of the essence so he made sure that I experienced the relevant exhibits before we left. [I will share about this experience in a separate post but for now, suffice to say that my experience at the War Memorial was a very emotional one.]

 

At the Reception, we saw these fruits:
Bunya Pines [Left] and Parana Pines [Right]

After lunch at Walter Café, situated within the National Capital Exhibition building, we headed to the Parliament House, the National Arboretum and ended the day with a visit at the Australian National Museum.

 

As we were making our way to the National Arboretum, Malcolm told me that prior to 2001, the site was largely covered by pine plantations (pinas radiata). Then in 2003, devastating bushfires destroyed a significant part of the ACT including residential areas and the pine plantations.

 

The ACT government in consultation with the community and experts, decided that the best future use of the land on this site was the establishment of a national arboretum.

 

In the Bonsai and Penjing Centre
of the National Arboretum Canberra

A national design ideas competition for the new arboretum was launched and the winning design presented 100 monoculture forests of rare, threatened and symbolic trees from Australia and around the world. This provided the foundation for a master plan for the National Arboretum Canberra which has been progressively implemented since 2005.

 

Major civil works commenced in 2010 for a visitors’ centre, café, gift shop, Bonsai and Penjing centre, children’s playground, picnic and barbecue areas, outdoor sculptures, amphitheater, lookout points and a pavilion.

 

Spot the figurine in this
Penjing creation

Since the National Arboretum Canberra officially opened in February 2013, it has become an award-winning, iconic attraction and a popular destination among locals and tourists – like us.

 

The sun was blazing hot when we arrived at the visitors’ centre where Malcolm was keen to show me his favourite exhibits in the Bonsai and Penjing section.

 

He thoroughly appreciates the beauty of Bonsai and Penjing, an art which is heavily influenced by Chinese and Japanese culture.

 

While Bonsai is the art of growing miniature trees and shrubs in containers by regular pruning of the roots and branches, Penjing is the art of growing miniature landscapes in a pot or tray that may include ground covers, small objects and figurines.

 

A charming Penjing creation that features 
miniature landscape and figurines

At the Reception counter, two interesting-looking fruits were displayed for visitors to have a hands-on experience. They were labelled, Bunya Pines [Left] and Parana Pines [Right] along with their scientific names and a warning that, they can be prickly. They looked similar to the species of pineapples that grow in Malaysia.

 

When we paused to have a closer look, a friendly staff came forward to help to any queries. When she asked us where we were from, our reply was, “Malaysia.”

 

To our amazement, she instantly changed to speaking to us in fluent Bahasa Malaysia. She was certainly fasih in speaking Malay!

 

From her name tag, I read that her name was Niki. She clarified that she was an exchange student who learnt to speak Malay when she stayed with a Malay family in Segamat, Johor.

 

A section of the Arboretum viewed
from the visitors' centre

We explained that my cousin and his wife live in Sydney while I was visiting from Malaysia and was from Johor.

 

Enam adik beradik,” she enthused as she shared about how she enjoyed living with this family with six siblings. She was still in touch with them and have visited them again with her children. This was a pleasant yet surprising encounter with her.

 

Then we went into a separate wing linked to the visitors’ centre where a collection of treasured Bonsai and Penjing creations were cared for meticulously, tended to with frequent watering to maintain a moist and conducive environment, especially when the outdoor temperature was soaring above 30 degrees C.

 

When it was time to leave, we waved and bade farewell to Niki at the Reception.

 

It was an interesting visit to the Bonsai and Penjing centre in the Arboretum but I just thought that it was just so uncanny and fortuitous that I should meet this Niki in Canberra, one who had a Malaysian experience and a connection to Johor!

 

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Onward to Newcastle

 

Last night after dinner, Malcolm told me that we will have an early start tomorrow morning. Aim to leave the house by 8am to catch the train from nearby North Strathfield station to connect with the train that will head to Newcastle.

 

Ancient architecture in Newcastle

He said it will be a two-hour train ride that will take us through National Parks, residential and industrial areas to Newcastle, which is geographically located in the central-eastern part of the Sydney basin.

 

Newcastle has large coal deposits and is the largest coal exporting harbour in the world. It is Australia’s second oldest city, a former industrial hub which has transformed into a trendy regional destination.

 

That morning dawned with cloudy, overcast skies but it did not dampen my spirit as we headed out to Newcastle, a destination renowned for its stunning beaches, vibrant arts scene, rich convict and coal mining history and a dynamic mix of modern culture and heritage architecture.

 

Old but sturdy buildings
in Newcastle

Malcolm planned our travel, taking into consideration the most convenient train stations that did not require changing of platforms to catch connecting trains. It was impressive that the network of reliable train services in Sydney functioned with precision as the trains arrived and departed on time, just like clockwork.

 

On board the train for a comfortable ride to Newcastle, we passed Hawkesbury River which flows through the Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park.

 

While this river is a hub for houseboats, fishing and watersports, the river is also used for aquaculture, in particular, oyster farming. This was evident from the vertical sticks that marked these farm, partially submerged in the river.

 

Malcolm, my knowledgeable personal tour guide, provided useful information as the train sped on, passing old residential areas that (he said) have been ‘regentrified.’

 

Facade of the public baths known as
Bogey Hole; The pools are behind this building


He discussed the identity or reputation of each town on the route like Tunggerah, Mariyung and Wyong which have names with aboriginal origins, while names of towns like Morisset, Cardiff, Broadmeadow, Hamilton and Newcastle, were distinctly English.

 

For instance, Gosford, located about 90km out of Sydney, was renowned for its scenic views, weekend homes, hospitals, stadium, sporting facilities and a densely populated bay.

 

Exactly after two hours on the train, we arrived at the Newcastle Interchange station. Malcolm hurried me along, said we have to go to the nearby platform to catch a Light Railway to Newcastle Beach.

 

Nobbys Beach at low tide; The breakwater wall
which extends into the ocean [Far Right]

This Light Railway has four stops along the route: Honeysuckle, Civic (University of Newcastle City Campus), Crown Street and Queens Wharf.

 

When we alighted at the Newcastle Beach stop, we walked a short distance into an underpass which opened on the other side to the promenade which overlooks the beach, a vista where rough waves were crashing to the shore in a restless ocean.

 

The wind was cool on Bathers Way as we started on our coastal walk along that promenade that spans between Nobbys Beach and Merewether Beach.

 

The sand dunes at Right was a
welcome buffer to the noisy sea

Enveloped by the sound of the rushing waves in Nobbys Beach, an iconic 0.8km stretch, is known as one of the city’s safest, most popular beaches for swimming and learning to surf.

 

As we walked along, I noted that this coastal walk features the historic Nobbys Lighthouse, access to Bogey Hole, a convict-built ocean bath from the colonial period and then to a breakwater wall that reaches out into the ocean.

 

While the word, bogey may be a slang word for a piece of dried mucus discharged from the nose, the use of this word in Bogey Hole is said to come from the Dharawal word meaning, “to swim or bathe.”

 

This pool was originally referred to as the ‘Commandant’s Baths’ after James Thomas Morisset, the longest-serving Commandant of Newcastle, who was appointed to the role in December 1818. Sometime later, the name Bogey Hole came into use.

 

Info plaque on Nobbys

The Bogey Hole is a public bath hewn out of rock on a wave cut platform below the cliffs at Shepherd’s Hill. The dimensions of the baths are length (maximum) 10 meters x width 6.5 meters with an average depth of 1.5 meters.

 

The clam waters in the Bogey Hole makes it a safe and popular swimming spot for seniors and families with small kids.

 

I watched with wonder that even while the sea was at low tide that morning, powerful waves continued to crash against the rocky beach with loud roars. Then I saw athletic young men with their surfboards and guessed that the waves at low tide were even high enough to surf. Wow!

 

Malcolm watching the cargo ship as it sailed pass

The roar of the pounding waves only lessened when we rounded a hill of sand dunes, which I thought was the quietest stretch of the walk, because the mound of sand shielded us from the sound of crashing waves.

 

To the Left was an inlet, deep enough for ocean-going ships, that leads up to the nearby industrial zone. It was timely that while we were there, a cargo ship was sailing up the inlet, guided by pilot ships. So we watched in awe as this monstrosity sailed pass smoothly.

 

We walked on the path for the coastal walk among joggers, young and senior walkers, parents with kids on strollers or with pet dogs on the leash. Most appear to be locals while some – like us – were visitors.

 

The blocks of stone piled on the Right edge of
the pier to shield from the pounding waves

Malcolm did not tell me that the path will continue onto the breakwater wall, with its top surface wide enough to create a narrow pier that extended from the mainland into the ocean, without any railings on both sides of the pier.

 

As we passed the sand dunes on our Right and approached this pier, the sound of the crashing waves struck me as magnified without the sand dunes as a wall to buffer the noise.

 

Even as I imagined the wild waves crashing onto the rocks below, people were walking up and down the pier rather fearlessly.

 

With every step forward, I approached the pier with trepidation – breathing a silent prayer for courage to move onward – while keeping a brave front.

 

“How can I not give it a go?” I asked myself. Having come all the way, if I gave in to a lack of courage at this point, I know that Malcolm will be mad at me. So I heaved a deep breath and carried on step-by-step to walk on the pier

 

View of the mainland from the end of the
breakwater wall; One edge with huge rocks
and boulders and the other, a stony sheer drop

I could not help but was deeply conscious of the restless sea in constant motion to my Right and carefully averted my eyes to stay focused on my footsteps, placing one foot ahead of the other.

 

If I looked at the shifting waves, I should surely succumb to an acute attack of motion sickness and that – I told myself – definitely could not happen while I was out there.

 

In the first part of the pier, strong winds lashed across my path, threatening to push me off balance. I had to stay focused to push myself forward against the wind.

 

No, I did not like the sound of the rough sea to my Right so I kept more to the Left side and walked on slowly, thankful that I did not collapse with dizziness.

 

Along the way, I noticed that huge rocks and boulders were mounted high to the Right of the pier while the Left side was a sheer drop with a slope of smaller rocks into a calmer sea.

 

Nobbys Beach Surf Pavilion
marked the edge of the mainland

As I walked along with my eyes looking only in the near distance, I spotted small metal plaques attached to some of the big rocks. Looking closer, I read that these were names and dates, in memory of people who have passed on.

 

It just made me wonder if these people were lost to the sea or that they loved this coast so much that families have placed their memorial plaques here.

 

In the second part of this pier, not only rocks and boulders but huge blocks of stone and concrete were piled higher on the Right edge of the pier to shield from high waves.

 

There were patches of water and dampness on the pier so I imagined that some waves, maybe when the tide was high, could even splash over the highest boulders to wet the pier. As these boulders and blocks offered shelter from the wind and the waves, I felt more comfortable here.

 

While waves crashed in its continued rhythm on the Right, the breakwater wall effectively shielded the waters to the Left. I spotted some brave fishermen who have clambered down these rocks to fish here using fishing rods.

 

In the cosy courtyard cafe of
the Lucky Hotel, Newcastle
This site, known as Whibayganba, has been central to the Awabakal people for thousands of years, a culturally significant site, originally an island known in Dreaming stories as the refuge of a giant, tail-thumping kangaroo that causes earth tremors.

 

I later learnt that the Macquarie Pier or Newcastle breakwater wall, known now as Nobbys Breakwall, is a historic convict-built structure. It was built to protect the harbour by convict labour, often using stone quarried directly from Nobbys, which significantly reduced the height of the island.

 

Construction on the pier started in 1818 to connect Nobbys Island to the mainland. After numerous delays and storm damage, it was completed in 1846.

 

An amusing excuse on a plaque
seen in the cafe decor

In 1872 it was reinforced with heavy 10-tonne blocks of stone – transported by rail from Waratah – to create a permanent, stable entrance for ships and transformed the island into a peninsula.

 

Needless to say, I was more than relieved to finally walk off that pier, back onto the mainland and the coastal walk, then to make our way to the station for the Light Railway. The plan was to have a pub lunch at Lucky Hotel, one of Malcolm’s favourite watering holes in Newcastle.

 

After such an invigorating coastal walk, we were ready for a rest, refreshing drinks and a spot of lunch before we went on the return train ride.

 

At the station, it happened that the train we boarded was to stop at some 30 different stations to serve the residents along the Central Coast Line so our ride took a little longer.

 

I read the label posted on the back of the seat in front of me which said: This is a quiet space. So we sat back to enjoy the peace and quiet in a pleasant ride back.

 

A gentle reminded posted on the back
of the seat inside the Quiet Carriage

As the train stopped for passengers to disembark or join the train, the noise level inside the carriage increased from time to time. When it was quiet again, I could recognise a distinct Chinese dialect being spoken – clearly by one who does not read English – as she carried on speaking in Teochew.

 

It sounded like a one-sided conversation, probably because the other person was soft-spoken, but it was interesting that our exciting excursion to Newcastle ended with hearing someone speaking Teochew dialect in Australia.

 

Note: Our grandfather (Ah Kong) was Teochew while grandmother was Cantonese. The family was brought up speaking their Mother’s Tongue, so the next generations spoke mainly Cantonese.

 

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