Memories of My Childhood

14-01-2021 - Sometimes, I'm too tired and lazy to read to them during bedtime. And during such days, I'll tell them stories from my childhood. I grew up in Cheras Flats, and at that time, hawkers like the ones in the pix were pretty common. Besides the satay man with a pole and baskets, there was the Chinese curry laksa noodles lady with a similar contraption - we would bring down an enamel mug to da-bao it upstairs for 50¢ or less, sharing it among the three of us, drinking gulps of water after every spoonful of curry laksa noodles 😂 And the Indian kuih man, with a pole and two sets of round aluminium trays and his wide assortment of kuihs. We had a hard time deciding what to try, and we usually settled for the 9-layer kuih or 九层糕, peeling off one layer after another. These were the humble and hard-working folks, who didn't mind the hard work of making an honest living. Those were the days we could leave our house door open and no burglars would come in. Those days, my cousins and I would run downstairs to the shops to buy grape-flavoured ice lollies at 10¢ and Mamee snacks, without worrying about being kidnapped. There was "Meenachi" selling kacang putih in my primary school, using cones made from pages of a telephone directory and it cost 10¢ for a cone, and she'd shape a wider cone for purchases worth 20¢… We could even mix different variety of nuts. We never imagined the telephone directory would be obsolete one day and never thought that the ink on its pages could be toxic, unlike now. 😅 #nostalgia #nostalgic (PHOTOS from https://thoughtmoments.me/2020/02/15/roving-days-of-street-hawkers-over-by-1990/amp/ https://images.app.goo.gl/8FiwZaaB4D2BDyGZ6 )