Memoirs of a Kampung Girl – The Age of Innocence
I went to an all-girls Convent School at the age of seven and spent twelve years being nurtured within the Catholic order of duty, discipline and allegiance to our alma mater, God, nation and countrymen.
Within these long echoing white-washed corridors, I spent some of the happiest years of my life.
I still remember my first day of school with vivid clarity and bubbling excitement as I reverently put on my uniform – a brand new navy blue pinafore with a crisp white cotton shirt beneath.
My schoolbag was a little red and black checkered cardboard suitcase common among school children of my era. It had two shiny clasps on each end and I often snapped them open and shut just to hear the deep, rich clunk – exactly like my Dad’s briefcase.
White Bata canvas shoes stiff under a thick layer of blanco and white socks twice folded completed my careful ensemble and I was all set to enter into the world of formal scholastic training as a Convent girl!
I quickly learnt that going to the Convent meant the strictest adherence to school rules.
Hair longer than the shoulders must be neatly tied up with white, black or navy blue ribbons. It was compulsory for all students to have the metal school badge pinned on the upper left side of the pinafore at all times. No jewellery and definitely no make up should ever touch our little scrubbed faces. Nails had to be cut to the quick and inspection checks were often carried out to ensure no miscreants were lurking within these sacred walls.
No eating or drinking or talking or moving about in class.
We were trained in the highest order of discipline and decorum.
Every lesson would start with a smart attention to stand up. Hands at the side, shoulders back, heads high and in unison the whole class would chime a hearty “Good morning, Teacher!” as the teacher came into class for each new lesson.
Every lesson would end with the customary scraping of chairs as we chanted in gratitude “Thank you, Teacher!” as the teacher stood before us at the ringing of the bell.
We faithfully sang this welcome and goodbye mantra for about 20 times a day, five days a week, two hundred and sixty days a year for twelve years of my schooling life. We were a well-trained and obedient lot.
When I was 10, I transferred to the St Anne’s Convent primary school in the tiny hamlet of Kulim in jungle territory because my father had been recently appointed as the new headmaster of a Chinese school there.
I was put into Standard 4 Raya (Hibiscus) and my form teacher was Mrs Venkatachelum, who like most middle-aged Indian ladies in Malaysia wore the traditional saree to school everyday. Her hair slick in coconut oil was tied into a thick plait twisting down her back and she had a small black pottu on the centre of her forehead right between her eyebrows.
Her mid-drift spilled comfortably over her waistband and I remembered her dry cracked heels and dusty toes in her strappy sandals which slapped against her feet as she walked.
Like most of the teachers at the Convent school, she was strict, hardworking, matronly and yet quietly kind and assuring.
In all appearances, this new school resembled my old Convent school with its white main bulding in the centre of the school grounds and a large white cross standing tall above the building. The east and west wings stood enclosed on opposite sides around a playing field in the middle of the school.
But I was soon to learn one rather odd rule practised within the sacred walls of this fine establishment. A bewildering practice rooted in some medieval tradition and remained unquestioned and undisputed over the decades.
Everyday at mid-day classes would stop for recess. For me it was the highlight of my school day!
This was when everyone would perk up and race to the school canteen. With eager hands and hungry tummies we would reach for hot snacks like freshly fried banana fritters, spicy potato curry puffs or buy bowls of steaming hot noodles or grab domes of nasi lemak neatly packed in banana leaves.
Best of all, we could spend our pocket money on treats like packets of tapioca chips fried in a hot chilli oil or fried anchovies and other mouth-watering junk food which gave going to school a whole new meaning and purpose!
Some favourite treats of a Malaysian child in the 1970s.
- Ice lollies wrapped in a long plastic tube. Usually made of some highly coloured cordial syrup mixed with water and frozen. As kids we spent hours sucking on these icicles.
- Twisties, Chickadees & Mee Mamee – neon orange coloured snacks. Heavily salted snack puffs laden with E621, E 245, E668, E467. But they did come in all natural Chicken, Tomato and Barbeque flavours.
- Preserved and pickled fruits – usually so sour that the hairs of your neck stand up and you wince in an almost unbearable agony as the sourness shoots up to your brains. Come in shades of bright red and yellow.
- Dried cuttlefish and skewered sticky squid. One’s breath is guaranteed to reek like a garbage bin after consuming this catch of the day.
- Prawn pillow crackers were my absolute favourite (I confess until today).
- Milk candies and Rabbit candies. But the best thing about savouring this morsel of gooey goodness lies in the wrapping. A thin, lightweight, transparent paper is carefully extracted from the body of the sweet and reverently placed on the tongue to slowly and blissfully melt away.
- Coconut candies – a thick, rich and hard sweet. This treat is wrapped in red, green and yellow sheets of celophane paper. After popping the mound of goodness into the mouth, the child can then entertain herself for hours looking at the world through different coloured sheets.
I lived for recess.
But all too soon the bell would ring signifying the end of recess. Now this here is where things get a little dodgy. I never did understand this strange little ritual and up to this day it confounds me still.
I was to learn that when the bell tolls signaling the end of recess, everyone, no matter what they are doing, no matter in what position they happen to be in when the bell goes, everyone must FREEZE.
Like statues. Like someone caught in a snapshot. Like a scene right out of a sci-fi movie where everyone is zapped with a freeze gun.
That’s how our schoolyard resembled everyday at the end of recess. As the toll of the bell echoed throughout the school, hundreds of little girls in navy blue pinafores screeched to a sudden rigid halt.
As if a cloud of magic dust had descended on the entire student body, every living thing became immobile. Spellbound for a good five minutes. Some are sitting stiff and still on the dry short grass, others have their arms lifted to the sky in a netball game, limbs are stuck in a mid-run position, some unfortunate ones are wobbling on one foot in the middle of a hop-scotch game.
Satisfied that order had been regained, absolute silence restored, the prefect on duty would give a violent jerk on the frayed rope connected to an old heavy chrome bell at the Assembly Hall. And with the second toll, the entire student body would awaken from their stunned immoblity and like ants pour into straight lines to head back to class.
It might seem incomprehensible that happiness, creativity and imagination could possibly flourish in such a rigid environment. And yet I think that boundaries, the principle of reward and punishment, respect and knowing one’s place in the hierarchy of life actually allowed us to be children and to enjoy it immensely too.
I can’t help but think how simple and uncomplicated life was then for a village school kid.
On my last trip back to Kulim, I dug out some old autograph books from my primary schooldays. Back then it was customary for students to pass these books to their classmates and teachers to have them pen a few lines of rhymes and well-wishes. In carefully formed childish handwriting, I found this little rhyme a little friend had written to me.
“Drink hot coffee, Drink hot tea, Burn your lips and remember me.”
To my dear childhood friends from St Anne’s Convent, I remember you and think of you with fond affection and memories. Thank you for taking in this new kid on the block with such open kindness and friendship.
(Copyright 2012 Memoirs of a Kampung Girl)
Beautiful prose. Thanks for sharing. D.
Thank you Diane! I really enjoyed writing this one! 😀
This is so beautiful Shaz. I am touched reading some of your history. The way you write is so poignant xxx
Oh Meg, it made me so happy to hear that! It was a labour of love with this one. Thank you so much. Hugs xx
What a magical childhood full of ritual, discipline, habits of respectfulness, sticky and delicous mid-day snacks, and living within boundaries lovingly and ritually enforced. I, too, attended Catholic school as a young girl; even though we were continents apart, some of your experiences resonate so fully with my own. You have had such an interesting life, Shaz!! Your words take me right there to another time and place.
Yay! A Convent Girl!!! Bet you didn’t have this strange ritual of turning into a pillar of salt did’cha??! 😀 heehee…It really was a time of sweet innocence. Oh hugs! Writing these memoirs are some of my most delightful blogging moments. Growing up in Malaysia was a pretty unique experience and in many ways the way I see the world was formed from mixing freely with children of different ethnic backgrounds, cultures, languages and religious beliefs. You would be interested to learn what a heady mix of everything from our foods to age old superstitions that exist in this multi-cultural land. Thanks so much for reading! xx
I would find myself not only interested, but totally enchanted!! It’s so wonderful that you were able to find those photos again. I hope you consider publishing a memoir someday…I promise I’ll be the first person in line at the bookstore!! And, you are totally right–we didn’t turn into pillars of salt. Lucky for me, because I have no balance. Had I been playing hop-scotch, I’m sure I would have been the one who crashed to the ground, breaking all the rules!! But, uniforms, shiny shoes, and little white socks, yes. Lots of ritual, yes. Lots of discipline, yes.
Lovely post Sharon..I sympathize with your memories,pretty similar rules and discipline in my little public school in Central America…ooo how much I miss that little school. We had 7-11:45am schools days during primary, and 15mins break, which started and ended with bell tolls. At the end of the break we also had to stand still ( hahaha not freeze) in the spot we were at the end of the recess. Then a teacher will check who were still drinking water from the taps, or which students were in the wrong side of the yard and corridor (there was 2 zones: one for first-third graders, and one for the fourth-sixth graders) so there you go was part of the rules in which side you were even during the recess…quite unfair as bathrooms were in one zone and water taps on the other 😀 …My uniform was a white dress with black leather shoes, white socks. Secondary and high school years I studied on girl’s schools too..no make up, no nail polish, no jewelry, no hair dye, no colorful and shiny accessories, and that I have not to tell about under dress color clothes ;-D that at times got checked too….Thanks for this time down memory lane.
Rosa, I am laughing myself to tears here at your school stories remembering too that when I was in first grade the teacher called us up one by one and checked our underpants and scribbled her findings and observations down on the report card 😀 We used to wear navy blue shorts underneath and even petticoats when we went to secondary school! Oh my goodness the shared experiences of going to Catholic schools! I can’t wait to meet you and swap stories of school life in El Salvador and Malaysia! Oh hugs and thank you so much for taking time to read my little journey down memory lane.
Also school snacks sold at my primary school were only mango ‘twist’ (shredded green mango with salt, pumpkin seeds powder and/or liquid chili tabasco like all in plastic bag) , pupusas (corn tortillas filled with red kidney beans and sometimes cheese) and umbrella shaped popsicles made of season fruits. Of course my parents didn’t give me money during primary so me and siblings carried our white buns with scramble eggs.
I’m drooling here from the image of green mangoes spiced with salt and chilli! Oh my, we have the same thing with guava and sour plum powder and salt. Or pineapple slices with a spicy prawn paste. Or a Malaysian favourite is a fruit salad called Rojak which was a blend of cucumbers, squid, pineapple, green mango, water chestnut and tossed with a black prawn paste and crushed peanuts. What was your favourite packet snacks? What kind of candies did you have then in El Salvador? Do you miss those treats?
There were several snack packed treats..like seasoned sticks base on corn, also nachos, tapioca root chips, and sweet ones there was a kind of sweet pop corn in the shape of back tooth (grinders) those were my favorite. 😀 And yes I miss them.
You have such great memories! Mrs. Venkatachelum, amazing you can still spell her name. And your description of her. Yes, I can just picture her and smell the wafts of ‘coconut perfume’. Remember Mr. Thoo, our very particular English teacher with the thick black-rimmed glasses?
The recess bells. I used to think all schools in Kulim do it that way. Never questioned anything, just trusted and obeyed. Those years were such complete innocence and bliss indeed. Your description of our canteen food caused a real rumbling in my tummy….. Living where I am now, in country NSW, I would die for that ‘dome of nasi lemak’.
When you put them into words, we certainly are the fortunate few to have had childhood and school days like such. Such treasured memories.
Thank you, ribuan terima kasih, xie xie, for writing this Yeng because now I can get my OZ boys to read them and to have an inkling where mom came from.
You are a legend!
My dear Sze Sze! I had such a load of fun writing this memoir and laughed my way through every bit of it! 😀 Do you remember, you were my first friend and took me round the school showing me where everything was and taught me the school rules and how to be like a stationary robot when the bell rang at the end of recess?!! 😀 I shared so many good memories with you – remember I came and had a sleep over at your place in Jln Raya in Std 6? 😀 Much love to you my dear buddy! Xie Xie to you too. Hugs to the boys. Yeng xx
Hi Wan Sze,
Do I know you? Did you use to live on the main street, right across convent? Your name sounds familiar. You may not remember me. This is Veronica. I was the same batch with Yazlina, Yvette, Edna, Sally, Bee Lee…..Anyway, nice to see so many Convent friends re-connecting.
I loved this! I went to an all-girls boarding school as a kid, and having grown up in Hong Kong, have similar sweet treat memories!
I have many fond memories of both my school as well as HK; I love hearing others’ tales.
The bunny chewy candies are some of my favorites still 😉
I didn’t know you grew up in Hong Kong!! That’s wonderful! And how great is it that I found a blogger who shares the same taste for Rabbit candies! I’m thrilled! 😀 I would love to hear your stories and memories from your schooldays. Thank you so much for reading and for leaving this note! Shaz
OH Shaz. You stirred up some memories for me. I too went to Catholic Schools and I remember the nuns and jumpers with the bright white blouses underneath. I totally forgot about when the bell rang and we all had to “freeze”. Too funny. As soon as I read that in your post the memory came flooding back. OH Wow!! I did have a good time in school, just a very shy little girl. Have a great day and thank you for sharing these lovely memories. Renee 🙂
My dear Renee! I’m finding out so many of my readers and friends are from Catholic Schools and we do share so many fond memories and some odd bits of rituals together! 😀 I’m now realising that this freeze tactic was not only peculiar to our little school but the world over! I too was a very shy and quiet girl but it was great fun. I don’t remember much what I learnt in school but boy did I enjoy recess!! 😀 Big hug, Shaz
This really is so beautifully written. Delightful article of high quality. Takes me back to my school years!
Thank you so much Mehmudah for your kind and encouraging review. I had an incredible amount of fun writing this post. I would so much like to hear about YOUR school days – I bet you had some hilarious stories to share too!!! 😀 Much love, Shaz
I nearly forgot about the “Freeze” pose we had to do when the bell rang. That was such a weird thing back then. But now that I am an adult and was a teacher myself, I know why they did that. They wanted everyone to pay attention so the students knew what to do next i.e go line up, recess is OVER! Wow, I do recall all those snacks we had. I was kinda pampered so my grandmother or my mother used to bring food for me (as we lived near) at recess time. That was one of my fondest memories in primary school and of my mother and grandmother. May they both rest in peace.
I have the exact class picture in front of the school name, taken in Std 1 in 1977. Our teacher was Puan Ramlah. Mrs. Foo is still around, and I’ve seen her in church when I go back to visit. Mr. Foo even came for my mother’s funeral. He was one of my brother’s teacher in St. Patrick. Mr. Thoo was a character indeed in school. He had VERY interesting stories of his vacations around the world. Do you remember Mrs Dielemberg (not too sure of her spelling)?
Hi Vicky! Thank you so much for writing. I do remember a Veronica. We were in the form below you. We used to be so much in awe of you seniors – all so studious, mature, graceful and perfect! Our batch was wild, half-baked, noisy and a disgrace to the Convent! 😀 How wonderful to have home cooked food brought by your mother and grandmother to school daily! What a precious memory for a child to hold close to. Always remember that legacy of kindness and tenderness they left with you. Hugs..,
Yes, I’m not done with Mr Thoo yet. He will feature in my future Memoirs for sure! So stay tuned for more servings from the Kampung Girl. Take care and say hi to Edna for me!
Sharon, I really enjoyed reading about your childhood… fascinating and so beautifully written! Looking forward to more!
Dear Carolina, thank you so much for reading this. I had a good time laughing in nostalgia writing this. Yes, do stay tuned for more Memoirs of a Kampung Girl! Hugs, Sharon
Sharon, I remember the first day back in 1961 when I went to Standard 1 in St Xavier’s Institution in Penang. I, too, had that cardboard box of a school bag. Gosh, I miss the smell of that new bag. We all used to sit on it as a seat while waiting for the bus. It sagged after a while.
I went to afternoon school and the sun was hot so the teacher said bring a hat to school. My aunt who just returned from an overseas trip bought me a sailor hat. You know the type – the edges all curled up. Being the innocent chap that I was, I proudly wore it to school and when all my classmates saw me they rolled on the floor laughing and said I was a girl. I was so embarassed and told my aunt to get me the policeman type of hat.
I, too had those autograph books. Today, a friend sent me an email about tulips in Holland and I told him it reminded me about my autograph book where one of my friends wrote: tulips in the garden, tulips in the park, what i prefer, is two lips in the dark. This was as far we go – NATO (no action, talk only). Those were the days.
After school I will go to the roadside stall to buy ice ball. Ice shavings compacted into a baseball sized ball and covered with rose syrup or brown sugar. The other is sliced turnip topped with prawn paste (hae koa). And yes, my breath smells like a dustbin after that.
When the class was noisy, the teacher will send the whole class out to line up under the hot sun. I think he watched too many Western movies about all these gun fights at high noon and got the inspiration from there.
Oh Dennis you had me laughing out loud!!! That was too good!! Those wild, silly days of a bygone era. Yes, we used our school bags as sitting blocks too waiting for the bus. Haha…so boys also had autograph books but with very different contents! 😀 Oh hey, were you in St Xavier’s too?? I did my Form 6 there – good times! 😀 I was a traffic warden guarding Muntri Street, Love Lane, Farquhar St.
Our sweet Mrs.Venka,I will always remember her.At one time, when we were under her wing,we found out that things went missing in our classroom.So,we girls decided to be policewomen and we started taking turns to guard the classroom during recess time.
Rules were that nobody was allowed to be in classroom during recess time.Once,while guarding the classroom,Mrs.Venka happened to be there and with one breath, she sent us all running from the classroom and the guarding duties stopped.
We never caught our imaginery thief!
Sadly,Mrs.Venka is now recuperating at home after being diagnosed Leukamia.
Life goes on.
My dearest Boon Poh, thank you so much for writing! And yes, I actually do remember us playing detectives trying to catch the phantom 😀 I remember you set a bait of leaving a 10sen on the table to see if it would disappear (did it??!) We actually had a lot of freedom to do as we please didn’t we? You always had a bottle of minyak angin with you.
I’m so sorry to hear about Mrs Venka. Is she still in Kulim? Do you happen to have her contact – an email or mailing address? It would be good if we could send her card or flowers and tell her that her little class of 1980 still remembers her with much love. Keep in touch my dear and I still remember our little reunion three years back. Thanks for the abs dvd 😀 We must meet up again next time I’m back. Our kids can play together! Hugs across the miles….yeng
Thank you for the sweet memories. Just realized that the photo that you have posted is not St Anne’s 😦 So sad that none of us have any Primary School group photos.
I remembered during recess time, we ate our little snack quickly and played ‘ulung’ – a game where we formed 2 teams of 3 or 4 or 5 persons. One team would form a straight line and could only block the opponents from passing through all the way to the end of the line – by running in vertical and horizontal lines with the hands (and feet?) outstretched to block the opponents. When the bell rang, all of us would return to the classroom soaked in perspiration.
The other favourite tidbit is ‘baby crackers’ – little packets of crackers in white wrapper with a picture of a baby on the wrapper.
Keep on writing Yeng…I enjoy reading them and while reading….I can actually see flashes of classroom scenes, our school canteen, the badminton court where we played ulung…it feels so real and I can see all of you in front of me now. 🙂
Lots of luv
Ulung!!!!!! That was the name of the game I was trying to recollect! Oh my goodness – we played that under the hot blazing sun on the badminton courts every single day. Such tomboys too 😀 Is baby crackers something similar to muruku?
My dear Soo Lee, thank you so much for writing and for your warm encouragement! I still remember you from our time in Form 3 when we all sat at the back of the class and you told me about our Math teacher Mrs Tan B.H who lived near your home! 😀 hehehe Take care and stay tuned for more adventures of the Kampung Girl!
Sharon, is Mrs Tan BH, the one who lives in Taman Sulaiman, and has 2 children, one boy and one girl? Mr. Tan is also a teacher, ya?
Yes, she was my Math teacher in Form 2. Hope you are keeping well Vicky! Have a nasi lemak for me! 😀
Sweet lil Sharon!
First of all, this suddenly sounds familiar, because back home, the country i hail from, schools are as strict, same chantings, recess scenario’s, i am back to school along with you…Secondly HAHA beat ya!My school era was the 80’s hehehe……..
Finally, i truly believe in and love boundaries, to encompass us, we reminds us that we are not to spill all over in life, it keeps me well informed of the fine line of distinction – between moral and immoral, ethical and unethical, being human and being inhuman.Your such a lovely narrator, you color our perspectives with exactly the same colors you want to!And we love them 🙂
And you still carry the beauty of those memories in your heart each day and they imprint themselves on every word you share…it made one very beautiful person! Thanks for sharing, and also thank you for reading my three poems today! Your comments lifted my heart!
Thank you for bringing back all the memories! And Mrs Venka, so sorry that I can’t recall but the part where you described her really made me think about it and finally do remember that we had such a teacher. Thank you for all the memories…and on Soo Lee’s ‘baby cracker’, think is called ‘poh poh muruku ikan’…still take them once in a while.
The game ‘ulung’…I don’t think my children know this game….should actually tell them about it…..you know, it’s really beautiful that you are taking the effort to pen all these, it’s really enjoying and like what Soo Lee said it brings back all the memories deep down, and now it’s in writing, you can read and read and read…..
thank you very much.
And of course, do remember Mr Thoo….I’m sure everybody would want to read
on that……keep up the good work, my dear friend!! Take care!!
My dearest Mindy!!! Thank you so much for writing! I have missed you and you can be sure that I can never think back of my childhood schooldays without thinking of you and all the things we went through together!! 😀 Thank you for letting me copy your homework everyday!! 😀
Thank you so much for your warm encouragement for me to write and remember. That means so much to me. Blogging can be hard work, so it always is so nice when you guys drop by and leave me a line! Please come back often and enjoy our happy childhood again. You can tell your kids about our kampung life!
Hoho, wait till you read what I have in store next!! 😀 How is Mr Thoo? If you remember any good parts, do write and remind me too. And yes, I sure remember that poh poh muruku ikan! All kaki junk food lah. Miss you tons, my dear friend. Hope you are good and hope to catch up one day soon!
Much love always from your best friend in Convent,
Your words carry me to faraway places and make me feel at home. I see myself freezing at the sound of a bell and enjoying tasty treats at recess. The worlds you help for me to create in my mind are wondrous and refresh my spirit. I look forward to reading many, many more of your posts.
Thank you, Sharon.
A beautiful account of childhood memories. I am so happy for you, that you had these positive experiences, and I do believe that there was a valuable lesson in that frozen moment at the end of the break. It sounds a fascinating experience. Perhaps it engraved the memory of those pleasures in your mind, to be remembered all the days of your life… and now by still others, in the far corners of this world.
What a vivid account of your early school years, and what a contrast to what goes on now!! I was a teacher for many years, mainly in comprehensives in the UK, and for many teachers and students daily life there has turned into a battle for learning.
In fact, it strikes me that what you describe here, the discipline, the rituals, the respect, the comraderie, the joy of learning, is more to be found in our most expensive public (that means private and fee-paying here in the UK) schools.
My own school days in an English Girls Grammar School has echoes of your convent days. I was a schoolgirl in the sixties (flower power, the Beatles, peace and love etc) and I well remember all of us kneeling down and having our skirts measured from floor to skirt to make sure we were not showing too much leg!!
See you again soon.
Love Corinne at soulsnet
My dear Corinne! It brought a really wide smile to my face reading your account of having to kneel down to measure your skirt!! This is a very common practice in Convent Schools all across Malaysia as well even during my time! 😀 I’m glad we are bound by this ancient tradition 😀 Yes, it is indeed such a precious gift to have such warm and fond memories of one’s schooldays. I believe I was shaped by the simple innocence of life at that time and it has given me the strength and inner wholesomeness to come back to for guidance, clarity and perspective when life sometimes becomes a little murky and stormy. It’s a good place to come back to – this peace born from one’s earliest childhood. Thank you so much for taking time to revisit my older posts. I will see you very soon. Sharon
A lovely little school reunion right here on www! It was just two days ago, I was telling my husband about the autograph books we passed around in our Catholic School (in Japan), owned by Franciscan Missionaries from USA… “Take a glove and drop the ‘g’, rest of all I give to thee.”! And, I am almost 20 yrs older than you. I wonder, how have Catholic Schools changed now? Or, have they?
I don’t know if you had a chance to read my post,
Yesterday, I gathered some of my childhood photos for a post I promised to one of my WordPress friends/readers. I woke up this morning, doubting if I really should post anything that intimate. Later in the morning, I decided to read all your posts from start to finish, not only to get some inspiration/nourishment but also to learn more about your wisdom. To my surprise, there were stories of your childhood and private experiences. Inspired, I was and nourished, I got.
As I was reading, I thought I would read through and pick one post in which I will make a comment (also, to save you from a multitude of ‘comments’ alerts.) I picked this post, as it felt like an answer to the doubt with which I woke up this morning. It also confirms more life events we have in common. If only I had your writing skill.
If you have not already, please consider publishing a book. Your writing is far superior to what I have come across lately.
Big Hug, Fae.
My dearest Fae, this morning you gave me the most wonderful “Good Morning” message which left my heart warmed right through to my toes. It is like being given a big, warm, sweet comforting hug. I went right over to read your post and I’m sure you know from my comment how much I loved it! I do so much love reading about the rich cultural heritage that is such a big part of your life and how it has shaped you to be who you are today. It enriches our understanding of the world.
Of all the posts you picked to leave a comment, I am glad you chose this one. It was written from my heart and it was with much pleasure that I wrote it. It just came effortlessly like I was telling my childhood to my son. I appreciate so much that you took the time to read through my earlier posts and left me all those little stars.
Most of all, thank you for affirming me about writing a book. I don’t tell many people this dream I have but if there is one thing I have always felt drawn to almost like destiny – is to write a book. Maybe even more than one book 😀
Writing can be a vulnerable thing when we open our hearts and leave it out there for others to see who we are, where we have come from and what we believe. I am glad to know if reading this has inspired you to also reach inside to the stories of your heart. You will know what to share and when to share it. But always know that I am here to read your stories with care and deep appreciation and be blessed because of it.
Your friendship has touched my heart, more than you know…
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I have a friend, my friend is you…” 😀
Yuen Yeng (my childhood friends call me by my Chinese name)
I only ask this little spot,
In which to write forget me not.
How funny that I associated you with a classroom friendship even before I discovered this post. This memoir could not be more delightful or more finely rendered. What a privilege to glimpse a bit of the childhood that has shaped you into such a beautiful woman. Love and blessings, Vivian