Remembering....

After a marathon viewing of the film " The Little Nyonya", i thought of what my mum told me about her own life. My mum was born just after World War l...that was 1918 in Kampar, a small town in Perak. She was privileged enough to be born into a quite well to do family. He father's family owned a well known restaurant in that town and also had timberland concessions. Unfortunately, her father died when she was three years old and her younger brother a year old. Her mother, being a young widow, was at the mercy of her in-laws. However, she was brave enough to defy them and brought a case against them. Subsequently she was awarded sixty thousand dollars but had to leave the family. Her young mother took her two young children then went to Chenderiang and Tapah. My mum remembered her childhood days at these two places very vividly.....the waterfall and the river where the water was so cold. The waterfall is still there today but the river water is not so cold nowadays. Meanwhile at these two little towns her mother tried to start a restaurant business but was unsuccessful. So they moved again and came to Teluk Anson....as Teluk Intan was called then.
In Teluk Anson, they stayed at Sungai Nibong...the place is still called by that name today but have changed so much in recent years. That old wooden shophouse where my mum grew up is still there. It is now an abandoned building and it will be demolished soon to make way for a new one. My mum passed away this year and it looks as if the house where she grew up will also have the same fate as her. My mum told me lots of stories of her growing up years and also her many friends. I would like to record her stories so as to remind myself of her strength and courage and to draw lessons from her life..........