My Grand Mother My New Book

Grandmother?Oh, grandmother,I remember my old grandmother.My maternal grandmother.

I was never the most lovable pet of the family as child,second in the family of three siblings.We lived just next the road along Anson Road in Telok Anson,a small town situated along the Perak River.Actually all of us were born in that house as far as I could remember.My father was then a small time businessman and my mother a house wife.

There were not much vehicles on the road then and our road apparently to us was a quite a busy road with man pulled cards loaded with food stuffs from the nearby farms and bull-lock carts also ferrying goods from the farms.Most of the vegetable farms were actually situated across the Perak River and their produced were sent to a small jetty at the edge of Anson Road.

In the early morning petty food hawkers will ply their food, passing by almost every day.In the afternoon usually an ice-cream seller will be ringing his bells calling out to customers.Those days the ice cream were mostly home made type and extremely cheap.I remembered another sweet hawker who sold his sweet in a huge tray as he came by he will banged on his metal bars to make a 'Ting,Tang" sound.To us he was the "Ting ,tong"man with his home made sweet.

Yeah those were the good old days,where their trades by to-days' standard were definitely be classified as dirty or unhygienic without mentioning the ways they produced them.Filthy or not we had consumed them and here I am still lingering around writing stories about them.Should you devoured any of these I mentioned now you ought to be hospitalized,true or false.True with a hint of doubt.

There were a row of shop houses at the edge of Anson Road that were reputed to be once belonging to my maternal grandfather but later sold away after his untimely death before the War.That War also destroyed our family's fortune and after the War little was left remaining in my grandmother's hand.

The house we lived in seemingly the last of the family fortune.Well,at least we still had a roof over our heads but really we were rather small then and could not have understood all those fuss around.The family were just managing to go through that rough patch.Under those circumstances we grew up enduring all hardships there was but not really realizing what we had been through.

As a child I used to run around naked and was hyperactive in many respect,unlike my brother who was the the most quiet of the lot,doing his thing -drawing in the sand behind the house.Just imagine just a tiny tot and already showing talents of becoming an artist.He be drawing and I be playing around.Our sister was just hanging around with many a times doing house chores like sweeping the floor and others simple work around.Normally what she does will had to be redone by the mother.What a waste of efforts?.

By the side of the house was a guava tree where an old broken down Austin laid in waste.As kids we used to play in it as well as enjoying the fruits of that guava tree.I used to swing about on that tree,from branches to branches.My kid brother will often shout."Look out and be careful - or you fall down and cry".

That shout could at times attract the attention of my paternal grand mother who would come with a cane yelling at top of her voice,"You naughty boy,come down at once.Like that you will surely fall down and hurt yourself".But as a hyperactive kid I was reluctant nor stop at her calling.At this she will rushed up to cane me.Many a times she missed her caning but there were times she was right on target.

Like all grandmother all of us were their pets and when she really caned me she never meant it and the caning was usually seemingly light and painless,only the trashing on other objects around were making taking those hard knocks and making the loud frightful sound.
"Aa!!!Yoooo",I would pretentiously cried out mockingly in pain as if she hit me heavily."Very good,serve you right",my other siblings will shout in unison,clapping and laughing as I got the punishment.I would then jumped down and ran way from that spot."Wait till I catch you I will further cane you---you naughty boy"the grand mother will further yelled.

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