Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Joo Chiat Road Memory

In August 2011 my son and his family flew in from US to visit us. I took the opportunity to show my grand daughter Joy her Joo Chiat heritage. I walked down memory lane with her. It was a sentimental journey to relive the past. The vacant land between Joo Chiat Terrace and the Joo Chiat Complex evoke fond memories. On that piece of land once stood a block of 2 storey shophouses where I lived. Chew Joo Chiat's 3 storey house and my house were two different blocks of building separated by a narrow lane which was also my childhood playgroung.

The narrow lane led to a kampong behind my house. The community consisted of   Chinese, Malays and Indians and they lived in harmoney with each other. I had two closed Malay playmates and I learned to speak Malay from them. I also learned how to play dum (Malay board game) with them. Ramli's father made very good chepak (leather slippers). The chepak was made to order. I ordered my first pair and found them so confortable that I stopped using other type of slippers. He also made songkoks for sale and he supplied them to shops in Geylang Serai. Yusof's mother spoke good hokien and teochew. She not only spoke Chinese dialect but also played si seks (4 coloured cards) and mahjongs with her Chinese neighbours. Yusof became a police detective and Ramli a postman in southern islands.

I lived in Joo Chiat Road from 1935 to 1957. It was also my growning up years. The Pacific War ended with the return of the British to the island. Singapore was then under the British Military Administration aka BMA. There was food rationing and black markets were thriving. Many people was out of job. There was a sudden mushroom of hawkers, especially cigarettes stalls. They were at street corners, roadsides and pavements.

Joo Chiat Road from Joo Chiat Place towards Geylang Serai was a very busy place. There were 2 wet markets side by side. One was facing Joo Chiat Road and the other was facing Changi Road. Lining both sides of the road were shops selling a wide variety of consumer goods including Chinese medical shops, clinics, dentists, tinsmiths, photo studios etc etc.

There was also an open air cinema known as Lily Cinema. It showed third run Chinese, Malay and Indian movies. It had wooden benches without back rests. An unwritten rule allowed movie goers to reserve seat by tying a handkerchief to the bench. During a popular movie show the benches were full of handkerchives. Late comers were frustrated at such a sight resulted in quarrels and fights.
My house was at Joo Chiat Road and my bedroom was facing the road. Each morning about 5.00 am onwards I could hear the 'click clock' noise from the wooden clogs worn by housewives on their way to the markets. As the morning got brighter the noise increrased in intensity as more housewives charged to the markets. I got used to the noise disturbance and made it my alarm clock each morning to get ready for school and later for work.

My house frontage had a recess from the road. Food hawkers set up stalls for breakfast. Housewives gathered to socialise and gossip. Some remained until the announcement of 'chap jee ki' result. I observed their faces. Very few smile but majority frown with disappointment.
Nearby my house was a sidelane crowded with hawkers selling fresh fish from the kelongs, vegetables and fruits from our local farms and cooked food such as mee siam, bachor mee, prawn mee soup and others. Our family owned the land. Each hawker paid a fee including water supply. On week-ends and public holidays I was on duty. Occasionally I barter with the hawker for a plate of mee siam, or a bowl of mee.

During the night a popular hawker stall selling satay and porridge aka choke in Cantonese occupied the frontage of my house. Every night after the open air cinema show ended, streams of movie goers walked pass my house. Many stopped by to have supper. Due to its popularity the hawker stall had become an icon in Joo Chiat Road.
My next door neighbour was a tyre shop. The owner had a Ford car and every morning drove his car to his other shop in town. In the morning on my way to school I had the opportunity to watch him starting his car. Today we started the car engine by the turn of a key. It was very laborious then. First the driver took a crank rod from the car. The metal rod had a 'z' shape with one end longer than the other. Next he walked to the front and pushed the longer end through a hole under the radiator to connect it to the main shaft. He used the shorter end as a handle to crank start the car engine in clockwise motion. He could never start the car engine with one go. Strength was needed to crank up the car engine and doing it continuously a few times could be very tiring. Once the car engine started, he pulled back the metal rod and put it back to the side the car. Finally he drove the car away. It was a daily ritual for himFinally he drove the car away. It was a daily ritual for him.

I lived in the second house of the 2 storey block of shophouse. Chew Joo Chiat's house was next to the building in the foreground.

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