“Wow! You’ve come
a full circle! Nice to see a well, handwritten note – almost a novelty in this
day and age of laser printers,” said cousin Malcolm in response to the photo of
the welcome note that DoubleTree by Hilton Johor Baru general manager wrote me.
Aerial view of No. 154 Jalan Ngee Heng taken during its renovation of the rear section that was finished with a flat roof used as a balcony |
In the 1960s, cousins
Malcolm and Philip, along with my siblings and I were the school-going
grandchildren who lived with our grandparents at No. 154 Jalan Ngee Heng.
Some two years ago,
I was a pre-opening guest with DoubleTree by Hilton JB to provide the hotel
with constructive feedback on its facilities before its doors were opened to
guests on 1 July 2014.
I told general
manager Simon McGrath, about how I’m familiar with Jalan Ngee Heng because I
lived in our grandfather’s house that used to be just across the road from the
hotel.
The hand-written note from DoubleTree by Hilton JB, general manager, Simon McGrath |
Then I wrote about
my stay experience, published as Return to Jalan Ngee Heng, including how I was to give
feedback in forms provided because the hotel is committed to their hospitality
brand and takes a serious view about maintaining their food quality, facilities
and service standards.
Now when I was
invited back at the hotel for a review, McGrath wrote: “Welcome back to
DoubleTree by Hilton Johor Baru, the hotel across the road from your childhood
home.
Thank you for your support and I
hope you have a wonderful two days with us.”
Besides showing
Malcolm, who’s now based in Sydney, the handwritten note from McGrath, I also
shared a photo which I took from the Executive Lounge on the hotel’s 29th
floor.
View of the site of grandfather's house from level 29 of the DoubleTree by Hilton JB hotel, obscured by a leafy tree that shaded a warung situated there |
When I went to the
Lounge for breakfast, it was uncanny that I was shown to a table by the
window.
And when I looked out of the
glass panel, the view directly below was the site of our grandfather’s former house!
The bungalow was
demolished in 1977 to build the highway.
Only the adjacent
prewar row of double-storey shophouses remain, which once housed family-run
Chinese provision shops, Indian laundries or dhoby, a coffee-shop, a tinsmith and a coffin shop.
The upper floors were living quarters and I
remember Indian, Chinese and Punjabi families who lived here.
From 29 floors
above, all I could see was a triangle patch of grass on the left, widening to
green fronds of a tree growing next to an advertising pylon.
The leafy tree and billboard obscured my view
but I know part of the driveway into our former house is all that remains and
an enterprising warung operator has
set up business there.
My brother, Kenneth [Front Left] and cousin Philip with Uncle Steven [then dating Aunty Polly] at the gates on driveway of 154 Jalan Ngee Heng |
Using the driveway
as a point of reference, I can visualise the badminton court to its left and
beyond that was our double-storey bungalow, built in bricks on the ground floor
with a wooden staircase and upper floor.
By a rough
estimate, the size of the badminton court, bungalow and peripheral land would
span across more than two lanes of the Jalan Tun Abdul Razak dual carriageway!
When I talk about our
grandfather or Ah Kong’s house at No. 154 Jalan Ngee Heng, people may listen
with interest but I guess they cannot visualize it.
After I read
McGrath’s message and saw its former site from the hotel’s 29th
floor, I was determined to find an old photo of that home of many childhood
memories.
I did better than
that. I found a shot of the bungalow
while it was being renovated with a view of that prewar row of shophouses at
Jalan Ngee Heng!
Up on the roof: [L to R] Pearly, mum, Aunty Sylvia, Kenneth, Ruby and Aunty Polly; that's me and cousin Malcolm squeezed together under the water tank! |
This was a major
renovation where the kitchen was extended and extra bathrooms and toilets were
built with modern sewage systems.
Grandfather decided to keep its roof flat so
that we could play and relax on the open platform just outside our room window.
At that time, a
motor workshop occupied the land behind while Tropical Inn hotel – later built
on the site beyond the row of shops – did not exist yet.
During the
renovation, the bamboo hedge around the bungalow was damaged but it soon grew
back to its lofty height to keep out crosswinds from interfering with the
badminton training matches which happened on the court almost every evening.
The view of the
badminton court from outside was obstructed by the bamboo hedge but it did not
stop passers-by from trying to peek in to watch the games. They would crane their necks, watching from
our closed gates and through the open window of the provision shop next door.
On the roof again: [L to R] Pearly, Ruby and Peggy with Malcolm; Gim Shew Building [background] now rebranded! |
Before the highway
was constructed, Jalan Ngee Heng was a main thoroughfare for cars, bikes and
buses. It was so busy that Ah Kong
instructed my younger cousins, who studied in St Joseph’s School, to never
cross the road unescorted by him.
On schooldays, Ah
Kong would take the boys across the road for them to walk to school through its
back gates.
The drill for them on their
return, was to reach the opposite side of the road facing our gates and shout,
“Ah Kong!” Then grandfather, who was looking
out for them, would bring them safely across the road.
Ah Kong’s house
was bordered by roads with Jalan Ngee Heng being the regular route for mobile
hawkers to pass by, sounding their signature calls as they headed down to Jalan
Ungku Puan, the site of pasak- kia, our first Chinese food court, where they sold their food.
As soon as we
recognised their distinctive calls from afar, aunty Polly – a fan of street
food – would get the children (us), whoever nearest the upstairs windows, to yell
and stop the hawker so that she could buy takeaway noodles or beancurd, taufoo-fah snacks.
Familiar with this
routine, the hawkers would safely park their push carts for us to bring our own
containers – an eco-friendly practice – to buy takeaways!
Jalan Ngee Heng is
now changed beyond what we are familiar with and reduced to a short road with modern
buildings opposite the pre-war row of shops.
But it’s good to be reminded that there once was a No. 154 here.
A version of this was published in the February 2017 issue of The Iskandarian
The resemblance of Bernice to Aunty Polly in the group photo (with the water tank) is uncanny! Talk about checking out the mother-in-law, to see how Mrs Maling may yet turn out someday.... M N
ReplyDeleteI am beginning to remember bits & pieces of my own childhood as I read your nostalgic account of Ngee Heng. I stayed at 87 while my aunt stayed at 89, and sandwiched in between was Ah Oh motor workshop. next to 89 was a chinese temple which showcased live Chinese operas during an annual festival. At an adjacent shoplots was a bicycle repair shop.
ReplyDeleteThanks for leading me to my own green, green grass of home.