These are my 'drawings from memory' - of grandma s house at Jalan Tabuan. It is no longer there. It burned down one night in 1987, I was studying in Australia at the time. When I was told the news over the phone; my mom mistook my stunned silence for a bad connection, perhaps not aware of how much the 'old house' and my memories there meant to me.
Seven years of my life was spent there; when I was born until the time when I completed my Primary One schooling. After which, I stayed over on most weekends until I was twelve - almost all my childhood memories had something to do with the rambling old house and its 4-acre jungle of a 'garden'. There was a special thrill every Friday afternoon when I walked up the gravel driveway that wound up a small hill to the house – it was the end of the school-week and the beginning of an adventure-weekend.
Closer to the house, gravel turns to concrete and you catch sight of the house - a powdery blue timber structure with shutters on the first floor raised on brick piers one-storey high.The formal living and dining rooms were on the ground floor while the bedrooms were upstairs, the kitchen with its wood-fire stove was in a separate single storey structure.
|The highlight of each week was lunch at Grandma's where she holds court with hot soups and an equally fiery temper.|
|the kitchen with its wood-fire stove was in a separate single storey structure.(right of picture)|