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In the early 60s, we lived in the Government Quarters along with Malays, other Chinese dialect groups, Ibans, Eurasian and so on.
Near to the houses were a small Hindu temple . There were no windows but had louvers to admit light and air. We climbed up on the wall, my brother supporting me, and we saw some statues in gold. It was full of mystique. It looked deserted because there was nobody there.
In the garden was a deep walled in well. Some one rumored that some one
had drowned in the well. The water was murky. We climbed to steal the
sour lime like calamansi which we ate there and then. Then there were
the gardenia flowers and buds. We stole them. The plants were high up
and so we had to climb. Someone screams ghost and we went screaming
home.
You see. Mum had warned us not to wander there.
For nostalgia sake, I went three years ago. The temple was gone, and the modern building replaced it.
My friend said it was the smallest temple in Malaysia.
You see. Mum had warned us not to wander there.
For nostalgia sake, I went three years ago. The temple was gone, and the modern building replaced it.
My friend said it was the smallest temple in Malaysia.
It is always so interesting to return to the places of our childhood and see how they match the memories of earlier years. Thank you for sharing.
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GDP
Intriguing that a lovely temple was put there rather than tear it down ~ like they do to some many places ~ neat post and photo for T ~ thanks,
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Visiting childhood places only tell us that we have got much older ;-0
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Melody (team ABC-W)
Preview Round 21 starting july 12th :
so much of my childhood places are gone
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Fun childhood memories. Pity the temple had gone.
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