As
the Chinese community here ushers in the Lunar New Year with wishes for abundance
in wealth and good fortune, it’s also a good to get a glimpse of the humble
lifestyle of early immigrants who came to Nanyang – the Southern Seas –
carefully preserved at Singapore’s Chinese Heritage Centre.
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| Street market on Pagoda Street near the Singapore Chinese Heritage Centre [Left] |
When
the rejuvenated Centre was opened in January 2016, I went to Pagoda Street in Chinatown
for an experience of the heritage gallery housed in three shophouses.
The Chinese call this area, Niu Che Shui,
literally “cow car water” because in the 19th century, water supply
here was mainly transported by animal-driven carts.
This area known as Kereta Ayer or “water cart”
in Malay, was originally allocated to the Cantonese and considered the heart of
Singapore’s Chinatown.
I
walked through a bustling street market to find the refurbished building entrance,
marked by a sculpture of the
iconic samsui woman and a pair of
giant wooden clogs.
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| The red cloth head-dress was part of the standard costume worn by samsui women |
Samsui women,
acknowledged as the backbone of Singapore for their role in building
construction are identified by their distinct red cloth head-dress used as
safety helmets and for shade.
The
sculpture also captured how these frugal women made their own sandals cut from
disused rubber tyres.
Destination Nanyang
Escorted by gallery guide, Karen Chen,
I stepped back in time as she shared with me, a comprehensive story of early
immigrants that went beyond the 1960s with details of Chinatown’s multi-ethnic
community, clan associations, heritage businesses and entertainment.
I
learnt that Chinese immigrants or singkeh,
desperate for a better life, believed that Nanyang – the region around the
South China Sea with streets paved with gold – was where they could make their
fortune.
The first Chinese junk that
arrived in Singapore in 1821 earned the unfortunate moniker as Hell’s
Ship. Passengers were so tightly packed
on board that there was only squatting room.
In their almost 30-day journey to Nanyang, many perished.
Very
often immigrants were promised jobs but after surviving a treacherous journey, they
arrived to discover that they were cheated by their agents. To stay alive, the penniless immigrants often
sold themselves into slavery and worked for task masters as coolies at the port
or on plantations.
Immigrants with
various skills eked out a living, plying their trades in the new settlements
and many established a reputation in a range of industries that continue to be successfully
run by current generations of their families.
Living
Quarters
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| Traditional eight-sided prosperity tray in the tailor shop, filled with auspicious sweets to usher in the lunar new year |
Karen
took me out to Pagoda Street again to show me the covered 5-foot way that
linked the front of rows of shophouses.
Traditional
shophouses here, built between 1840 and 1900 are two to three storeys high,
have narrow frontage of four to six metres wide and 12 to 18 metres deep.
Divided into cubicles for rent, the shophouses
were a maze of activities with problems in overcrowding, poverty, sanitation and
poor hygiene.
The 5-foot way was an
important place as a playground for young children and trading space for street
vendors like hawkers, medicine men, letter-writers, fortune-tellers, knife
sharpeners, barbers and sor kai por, women
skilled in weaving hair-buns and face-threading.
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| The lid is used to cover the bucket to prevent any accidental spills when it was being removed and taken downstairs! |
I
was introduced to Tailor Chan of Tuck Cheong Tailor who operated his business
at the front of the ground floor shop while physician Ng, occupied the unit
upstairs.
As I walked through the
ancient building that was once home to early immigrants like tailors, samsui
women, mah jie, a traditional physician, carpenter, clog-maker, trishaw rider,
food hawker, factory worker and his seamstress wife, I was filled with awe at
their humble lifestyle.
While the
tailor’s wife would cook for the tailoring team and apprentices in the ground floor kitchen, I can sense the chaos
as tenants on the upper floor shared a kitchen and that single bucket toilet.
I
marveled at how groups of people lived in such cramped conditions in a way of
life that they had no choice but to accept. When I saw the cubicle where mah jie rented as a meeting place on rest
days, I readily related to it.
I was once cared for by a mah jie, a member of the sworn sisterhood of
celibate women who worked as nannies, who lived with us for years and she
probably met her “sisters” in a space such as this!
Hidden World
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| The cooking range in a traditional Chinese kitchen in shared accommodation in old shophouses |
Then Karen took me behind a curtain into a hidden world for a
peek at how poor migrants impoverished themselves further by indulging in vices
like gambling, opium addiction and the industries associated with secret
societies.
It was not uncommon to build one’s fortune on
another’s misfortune and when plantations, ports and factories needed
labourers, the agents or “pig traders” made huge profits by indenturing naïve
singkeh in return for their passage and selling them off to employers.
Buying or kidnapping girls to sell to brothels and leisure
houses was a lucrative business that also made many agents rich.
In the 1800s it was male dominated town with
140 men to 10 women, who provided the migrants with solace at brothels,
gambling parlours and opium dens. I suddenly
understood the origin of the Cantonese phrase, mai chee chai which means “selling piglets,” that I was warned
about because it was then a real threat of being kidnapped and sold off by such
unscrupulous traders!
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| Living conditions were often unhealthy as can be seen from the vermin next to a traditional earthen pot for brewing medicinal herbs |
Games of chance was a leisure past-time that gave the singkeh
hopes of sudden riches but such hopes were often dashed.
It was a vicious circle where coolies may
sell themselves for another period of bondage to pay off gambling debts. It was not uncommon to hear of singkeh who
were too ashamed to return to their homeland because they lost their fortune to
the gambling and opium habit.
Gambling was so rampant in the early 20th century
that the British authorities revoked licensed gambling and prohibited it except
during the 15 days of the Lunar New Year. Gambling dens, however continued to flourish under the protection of
powerful secret societies or triads.
For the singkeh, joining a secret society was not a matter of
choice as the society would look after the welfare of its members, find him
work and take care of his burial, if he should die here.
Joining the brotherhood also had its hazards
as the societies vied for territories and businesses and members often got into
violent fights where lives were lost.
Heritage
Entertainment
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| Traditional wooden clogs - male [Left] and female [Right] versions |
While
over-crowding, poor sanitation, crime and violence earned Chinatown an
unsavoury reputation, the indomitable spirit of the community, vibrant street
markets and 5-foot ways, defined the soul and character of Chinatown in the
1950s and 1960s.
For
children who created their own fun playing on the 5-foot ways, it was a treat
to watch cartoons for a few cents, by looking into viewers on mobile carts equipped
with film projectors.
Called,
Cinema-on-Wheels, this form of entertainment gradually declined in popularity
when regular television transmission started in 1963.
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| Archive photo of storyteller with his audience and the jar with burning joss stick to measure time |
The
hustle and bustle of busy street markets would wind down to quieter moments
when the storyteller sets up his performance area to entertain an avid
audience.
It was a simple source of
affordable pleasure for illiterate labourers who would sit down around the
storyteller and let his animated voice transport them to another realm, away
from the reality of their difficult life.
Karen
pointed to the burning joss stick in front of the storyteller whose story would
last as long as it burned.
She said he
was also a masterful time keeper whose story would reach a cliff-hanger just as
the incense stick burned out. To hear
the continuation, listeners would willingly fork out a few more cents for the
storyteller to light another joss stick!
Another
form of entertainment, Chinese opera, was a treat everyone in Chinatown looked
forward to. The street form of opera was
held in the open to celebrate the birthdays of deities while theatres built by
wealthy businessmen usually hosted shows by troupes from Hong Kong and China.
Death
Houses
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| A cross-section of old shophouse where immigrants used to live together in such cramped conditions |
I’m
told that it was a practice for the Cantonese to move the ailing elderly to
death houses or funeral parlous at Sago Lane because they considered dying at
home inauspicious.
The final section of the gallery has a
somber and haunting ambience that mirrored the harsh reality of being left to
die.
The death houses also provided a
place for the destitute and those without family or relatives, to die and
receive a burial.
Dying
was also a lucrative business for death house operators who usually had a funeral
parlour downstairs.
Karen said that very
often, those who appear to be close to breathing their last, would be dressed
in their funeral clothes and placed inside a coffin to await death so as to
make room for new admissions to the death house.
In
1961, the government banned the death houses and by the late 1960s, all the
shophouses on Sago Lane were demolished, with part of the road demolished for
the construction of the Chinatown Complex.
Authentic
Features
While
it was pure nostalgia to taste
a slice of history in the authentic recreation of the sets, it was also eye-opening
to experience first-hand the migrants’ cramped living conditions.
I certainly gained a deeper appreciation for
their resourcefulness, resilience and sense of community that developed with
communal living.
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| A folded canvas bed, used by the tailor's apprentice, propped up against the wall next to a wooden bench |
In
the tailor shop, I picked up the telephone when it rang and listened to the
conversation in Cantonese between the tailor and his customer.
It was a typical chat between customer and
his tailor and I was amused to hear the astute businessman in Tailor Chan,
introducing a new “cool” fabric when this customer expressed interest to tailor
a new suit.
Another
soundscape I heard near the kitchen where Mrs Chan had prepared dinner, gave me
an idea of the close ties between the tailor’s family and his apprentices.
I understood how she was telling the
apprentice in a typical nagging tone to get Tailor Chan to the table to eat his
dinner.
It
was fascinating to see a unique peep hole on the floorboard of the upstairs
front room occupied by the physician. Karen said he had the advantage of a room situated above the 5-foot way
where he could take a peek to ascertain if any patient seeking help, was
genuine.
She said some front rooms in traditional
shophouses had trapdoors on their floor, large enough to lower a basket down to
buy a steaming bowl of noodles from a passing vendor who usually sounded their
presence by beating a distinctive rhythm on bamboo sticks!
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| This 8ft x 8ft cubicle was where the Kong family of eight used to live! |
While
we often take our modern conveniences for granted, it was humbling to see the
cubicle where the Kong family of eight used to live. Karen said the cubicle incidentally also
measured 8 ft by 8 ft.
She shared an
anecdote about how the family was annoyed by a pesky rat which often raided
their suspended meat-safe. The creature
however, came to tragic end and its remains are left on the floor as proof that
it does not pay to steal.
Fast
Facts
Chinatown
Heritage Centre at 48 Pagoda Street, Singapore, is open daily from 9am to 8pm
and closed on the first Monday of the month.
Two guided tours per day starts from 2.30pm and 4.30pm. Details of entrance fees for adult, child and
seniors available at http://chinatownheritagecentre.com.sg
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| The writer [Centre] with gallery guides, Karen [Left] and Marjorie, pose for a "we-fie" at the end of the tour of the rejuvenated Chinatown Heritage Centre at Pagoda Street, Singapore |
A version of this was published in The New Straits Times, Life & Times on 4 February 2016
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