Cendawan Busut dan Cendawan Kukur

Whenever it rains late in the afternoon, my mind would always wonder to the sweet taste of Cendawan Busut (button mushroom); as the rain starts the sequence of an abundance of button mushroom sprouting on the small hills around the house. After the rain stops, in the evening there will be millions of 'kelkatu' in the house; attracted to the lights. We would place dishes of water under the light, as when the 'kelkatu' died due to the heat of the lamp, it will drop into the water dish. If it drop into the water by itself, it would not be able to fly out anymore. These two sequence will normally lead to lots of button mushroom tomorrow morning!

As dawn breaks, me and some friends will then scour the hilly area around our houses looking for these delicious button mushroom. When found, much as to our amazement, we collect them all. By shoving the button (above ground) we could then pull out the button mushroom from the hills. The stem is normally about 1 foot long. Pack them all and take it home for cooking. Kak Ngah normally made them into clear mushroom soup or sometimes into our favourite 'lemak cili api' dish.

Continuous rain also bring about Cendawan Kukur, especially on dead rubber trees fell (making way for replanting) in the rubber plantation. After working in the plantation, we would collect them Cendawan Kukur, take them home and cook them; again; normally into our favourite dish of 'lemak cili api'. These are but two mushrooms that we collect, eat and as far as I only knew. They are now hard to find and expensive, even from the local market. When we grow a little bit older, we then starts to know and eat 'abalone'!

Cuts and Pokok Jepun Leaves

With the ease of 'search' on the Internet, it is now that I want to look back and search for the things that we did before, not knowing what we were doing then, except following the actions of our elders. One of them is the treatment of abrasion and cuts by 'Pokok Jepun' leaves. The Internet mentioned that the scientific name is "Eupatorium odoratum Linn" and locally known as 'Pokok Kapalterbang', 'Pokok Jepun' or 'Pokok Jerman'. This plant grows wild everywhere - near roadsides, bushes, on plantations and everywhere else.

There was once when we were bud grafting small rubber plants that Abah Rahman cuts his fingers with the small sharp pen knife that we used to do the job. Blood was fusing out of his fingers. As the owner of the plantation was there; and his house happen to be near the rubber plantation, he rushed home to get some cotton buds and some gentian violet to take care of the gushing blood from the finger. However it does not stop the gushing.

As I remembered then that the 'daun jepun' may be able to handle the bleeding; I immediately grab some young 'daun jepun' crumpled it on my palm with my thumb and then applied it to the wound. Immediately the bleeding stops; and Abah Rahman was very pleased with my action! I may not forget this kind of incidences, which actually happens many times before; however to us kampong folks it is considered normal to treat cuts, wound, and abrasion that way - especially to stop gushing blood oozing out of small cuts. That's the way it was.

Shotgun Butts and Angsana Tree

Atuk Usop retired from the army; as I heard, he was an armourer, so he is very well versed with arms. Every 6 months, all shotguns holders must renew their license and this is usually done at the 'Balai Raya" next to the Sekolah Chung Hwa Senaling. As our house is on the way to the 'Balai Raya' almost everyone who wants to bring their shotgun to renew their license will stop at our house for Atuk Usop to check the guns to make sure that it is still in perfect and worthy condition to have the license renewed. He makes a few bucks here and there and he managed!

He used to have a workshop for repairing guns; all kinds of arms, but I normally see only shotguns (as most 'kampong' folks have only shotguns). He repairs them and oil them and attends to all problems relating to the guns, when they are brought in. He also makes butts himself, in order to replace those broken ones as required by his customers. Pak Cik Mazlan from 'Kampong Dioh' is the person who normally carve out the shotgun butts for Atuk Usop. Whenever any Angsana Tree is being trimmed or cut in the village centre, Atuk Usop would ask me to collect the big ones to bring them home.

According to him, Angsana Tree is the best wood to carve out shotgun butts. I would use my bicycle to bring home, one by one, the large pieces of Angsana Tree from the felling site. When Pak Cik Mazlan comes from Dioh, he will then start carving those butts; including the small wooden handle (under the gun barrel). I tried to learn the trade by failed, as it is a painstakingly delicate kind of work and meticulously detailed and smooth. The butts and the handle then will be applied the finishing varnish. Until now I can still recognise Angsana Tree every time I see one!

Beano and Dandy

I am sometimes amazed by my own command of the English language! Maybe being from an English school from Standard 1 and exposures to lots of paper writings during work may have something to do with the command of my English. I have actually owed it all to BEANO and DANDY - for the good command of the English language. Now my English have but deteriorated and my grammar including spellings are not as good no more!

Dzul Hashim (now Dr) is one of the brilliant and clever student on our class. I always stopped by his house after school; which is across the school. He was the one who introduced me to the English comics of Beano and Dandy. After a while, I kind of like the stories in the comic books and I started to buy them; as it only costs 10 cents each then (cheap considering it came all the way from United Kingdom). It is addictive too, when you started reading Dennis the Menace, Desperate Dan, Bash Street Kids, Minnie the Minx and other sequels in both the comic books. BEANO and DANDY is something that I stack-up and keep them; which can be re read over and over again the next time. It must be BEANO and DANDY that helped me improved and have a good command of the English language.

My Bahasa Malaysia was also good, being mother tongue and all; and I owe that to liking reading Malay story books. I finished reading all volumes of the "Kisah Seribu Satu Malam" with all the splendours and fantasies of the Arabian Nights!

Penilaian Standard 5

That was the year when the peperiksaan Penilaian Standard 5 was introduced. Apparently, the answers; which is a multiple choice, will be corrected by the computer; somethng big back then. So I went through the first ever Peperiksaan Penilaian Darjah 5 - and this was 1967.

My name had always been first in the list - according to the alphabet, even though there were altogether 3 Abdul Azizs' in my class (including me) - the other 2 are Abdul Aziz Shukor and Abdul Aziz Md Zain. It was also the first time that we came to know about such pencil called 2B; never knew that there are other kinds of pencil prior to this. Armed with 2 2B pencils and an eraser, we went through the first ever 'big' examination. There were altogether 4 papers. I only remember Bahasa Melayu and English. After a few weeks, the results were announced through the school.

What did I got? E C D C. I remembered the E was for Bahasa Melayu; and remembered very well about how Cikgu Rokiah taunted and teased me the whole day about how stupid I am getting an E for Bahasa Melayu. What can I say! I could not remember for what were the C, the D and the other C. Couldn't believe my eyes, by then during that time, nobody cares what I got anyway! But I did realised something, since my answer script was on top of the batch (name being first); it was like all crumpled up, maybe due to carelessness of the machine operators handling the answer scripts feeding them into the computers! I was guessing. The answer scripts were shown to us then; so my results could have been 'all wrong'! Anyway, can we go back to check or review on these answer scripts all the way back to 1967? There was no UPSR then. BUT I scored 'distinctions' for both my 'Bahasa Malaysia' subjects for LCE and MCE examinations (Best Student for Bahasa Malaysia at Cheras Road School) ?!?!

Ungga

I was always the odd one out. When I was young, I was fairer; apparently since I had a Chinese mother. Had straight hair, as against wavy hair for most other friends and I was pampered by my Atuk Usop since I was small (so I was told). However, I lived with Abah Rahman's and Kak Ngah's Zainab family as long as I can remember. In between those times, I remembered staying with Atuk Usop and Nenek in the house next door (within the compound). Since I was 9 years old, I already started and know how to cook, wash and earn a living to earn my own money for school. Well ... that was then. So, as such I have been ... alone ... in Malay it is called "tunggal"!

Cik Lewe, the lady who live up the road, (have a daughter - Sabariah) always mention the word 'tunggal' over and over again whenever she comes by to the house. She suggested that I should be called 'ungga' meaning 'one' or 'alone' or 'its own', etc ... After suggesting it various times to us, it came to mind of the truths in her ideology. Since then, I started to be called 'ungga' by the younger brothers and sisters in the house. They are but the only people who called me by that name.

Until now, whenever we meet these brothers and sisters of Senaling (now men and ladies) still calls me 'ungga'!

Police and Thieves

This game is played as how it is in the real world. Just that this game does not go through the legal process, but straight to jail - when you are caught. There are two teams, the police team and the thieves team. The thieves first run away and hide; and obviously the police will go looking for them and catch them when they can. Once the thieves are caught, they are thrown straight into jail (a make shift area or about 20 sq ft normally in between trees). There will then be a few police overlooking at the thieves and the rest of the police will go looking for the rest of the thieves.

The thieves in jail can be released, as long as his other thieve friend can 'cap' him or touch him. One touch is all you need to release the thieve from jail. Until all thieves are caught, then only the team change position and vice versa. This game normally last longer and sometimes got too physical. Nevertheless, even the girls would also join in the fun.

We normally play this game in the evening, normally whenever there is a feast at the 'surau'; cos that will be the time when there will be many of us. The more people participate, the merrier it is. In between, when we got tired and hungry, we stopped and have some food (while at the feast) and at times, since the adults in the surau have more things to discuss or do, we will continue our game deep into the night. After a while, tired and hungry again, we go home to our beds.

Straw Hats

When other boys started to do other interesting things in the village, we would normally become copycats and follow what others are doing; whether it is worth it or not. One that interest me was the making of straw hats. All you need is a few bundles of straws bought from the shop, skills to weave them and 60 cents to have them sewn together at one of the tailor.

With multi coloured straws bought from any shop at Godong (costs 20 cents a pack of approximate 50 straws), we take three of those straws and weave them; just like making pony tails with the hair. It is an addictive activity. After a few packs of straws, we would have then woven straws as long as 30 to 40 feet (woven from threes). Depending on how you arrange the colour scheme, that would denote on how your hat will look like. Once we have 'enough' straws woven, we will send it to one of the shop at Godong to have it sewn together to make it into a hat. I had like 3 made over a period of 1 month. It costs 60 cents to have it sewn into a hat and once done, we would proudly wear them on our heads.

We wear them to the padi fields, to the school fields and while riding our bicycles to school of to places where we normally play. We would compare with each others' straw hats and if you are not satisfied with the pattern that you got, you can always buy more straws with different colour combinations; have it weaved and sewn. After a while, the craziness just died off and those hats then sits and collect dusts somewhere in the house or in the barn!

Main Getah

As most other boys our age then, playing various game versions with rubber bands is one of the main game that we enjoyed. There are many versions of these rubber band games. I remembered Ena used to win a lot of these rubber bands and in order to keep it safe, he would put it in a closed can and bury the can in the ground around his house. He once showed me - digging it out from the ground and display his prowess of having lots and lots of rubber bands that he had won from games (including those played with us).

The easiest game is to throw them one by one as far as you could. Once the person who could cross the other rubber band (with a hole/space crossing), he will win and take all the rubber bands. This is repeated until your opponent loses all his rubber bands. The harder part is to flick it with your fingers; under the same ruling, once the player's rubber band is able to cross the rubber bands flicked on the ground, he wins them all. It could be a size able win if you play it this way. Another way it to place an equal amount of rubber bands on another rubber band placed between two stick from a distance. Whoever can knock off the rubber bands from those placed in between the stick will take it all.

Sometimes in order for the rubber bands to be knocked off from the placement area, we would take a lot of rubber bands and tie them (in a co joined patterned arrangement) to knock off. This can only be done when you already have a lot more rubber bands and is normally played as a higher skill level - not normally played by novices. No matter how other boys play them rubber bands, we have always enjoyed and only known the way we play them. Rubber bands then costs 10 cents for a palm full!

M6525 - The Morris Minor

Ulong Leman was always driving the white Volkswagen bearing registration number BH120 and as soon as Abah Rahman can afford to buy a car, he bought the Morris Minor (not Minor 1000) with registration M6525. It was a cream colour Morris Minor which normally takes us to far away places, like Seremban and Kuala Lumpur. The whole family would cramp into the car and off we go for trips to visits our relative in Kampong Datuk Keramat or to go to the airport to send Alang Udin to UK.

Most of the times, the gear would give way and Kak Ngah would normally have to hold the gear stick in position so that it would slip from the running gear. There was once when we were on the way to Kuala Lumpur; we heard creaking noise on the driving wheel handle. As soon as we passed Seremban, it was clear that the driving wheel cannot be turned anymore. Luckily as we always have been, a car workshop was just by the road side. We stopped, got it fixed (bolting back the lose nuts) and we were then on our way again.

We have always travelled to far away places in that car. I would enjoy the drive to Sungai Layang to purchase latex (at that time Abah Rahman was buying latex for MARDEC). As the family grew, the car can no longer take all of us and alas it was sold off. I cannot forget the times riding in that M6525 - even until today. And that's why I wrote this piece to remember those moments.

Main Konda Kondi

There are a lot of version of playing this game. Different states or different town boys have their own set of ways to enjoy them with a different set of rules that goes along with it. We have always known our own way of playing 'Konda Kondi'; whether it is that way or not. There will be two teams, the offensive and the defensive team. We would need two sticks, one to flick and fling; the other smaller one. The long one, about 2 to 3 feet and the smaller one is about 4 to 6 inches. A small longitudinal hole is dug in the ground to place the smaller stick to be flicked and flung by the longer stick.

The offensive player will flick and fling the smaller one as far as he could. The other defensive player will try to throw the stick (from where it landed) back to the hole where the longer stick is now placed over the hole. If it hits the stick, the offensive player is 'out'; but if the smaller stick landed across the longer stick, the whole team is 'out'. We earn points by counting the number of times the longer stick to be measured to the smaller stick just thrown back. If after three times, the opponent cannot touch or reach the longer stick placed over the hole, we have a bonus try - by placing the smaller stick into the hole; half jutting out. Hitting one end, making it airborne and hitting it as far as we could; then we count the number of times the longer stick can be placed in succession until the small just being hit stick.

I have seen some other children played it differently from some other parts of town. Nevertheless, we have always hold on to our way of playing; as the right way of playing 'Konda Kondi'. If the stick brings you luck, it would normally be kept for the next game and after a few winning streaks, the stick would become sacred; where it is secretly and properly kept and maintained; and used over and over again until it brings bad luck (losing the game). We learned to play by passing the skill down generations to generations. Do they still play 'Konda Kondi' like us still? I have no idea. My children doesn't!

Home Made Guitar and Harmonica

We have always wondered where does Ajih Baroh learn how to play the harmonica, but he blows it well on songs and we have always been mesmerised. It was the 'pop yeah yeah' time. He plays all the favourite songs very well. At the same time, he said he also plays the guitar! Since we cannot afford to buy a guitar, we decided to make one each - trying to make it as similar as the normal (unplugged) wooden guitar.

With a 10 inch wide plank, we carved out a guitar, trying to copy as close as the 'fender guitar'. When that is done, we nail in 6 nails (3 in each row) at the tip end of the guitar to take the strings. The base string holders will also be held by nails and underneath the strings we place a small strip of aluminium to ensure that it hangs out to produce sounds as similar as the original. The strings are made up of 'tali tangsi' or small wires that we can get hold of. Hey presto, we managed to proudly complete our 'home made' guitar in a few days.

Learning to play the guitar was the hard part. However, as Ajih Baroh is a natural 'artist' he plays the guitar as well as he blows the harmonica. As learning to play gets harder by the day, we end up listening to him playing it all the time. When he is tired to play the guitar, he will blow his harmonica. Again, we have always been mesmerised at how play Ajih Baroh can play the guitar and blow the harmonica. Until today, I have always wondered where had Ajih Baroh learned to play them both. That question is still not answered - when I meet him again, maybe I will asked him. Just spoke to him a few minutes ago! He got his own Insurance Agency in Ipoh.

Main Gasing

Top spinning is normally an 'East Coast Game' played by the adults - normally to be shown to the tourists; however we play them with smaller tops - like 10 cents each set (a top and a string to spin) from the Godong shop. Everyone will normally be equipped with a top, depending on how much money you have; it could be a small (a knuckle grab) or twice the size, which normally costs more. Even the 'nail' attached to the top make some differences. An 'axe shape nail (paku kapak)' will look 'brutal' and be scared of than the normal ones.

A circle is drawn on the ground. There will be two teams of 2 or 3 on each team. The defence team will have to place their tops in the circle and the spinner team will try to spin the top and knock out the tops in the circle. The main idea is to damage the top - either with a hole (made by the nail) or 'sumpik' which will cut and slit the top. Whoever can damage the other the most will be taken as the 'terror' ones. Sometimes it also depends on how long your top may spin; if there is still 'uwi' (still spinning) you may be regarded as a good top spinner.

Good top spinners may also show tricks on handling the spinning! One of it is to spin the top right of the string into your palm. If you could do that, you have mastered and graduated as a good 'terror' top spinner. We never knew the actual rules or the official way of top spinning; nevertheless, we have always played it our way - taught from other older boys brought down from generations to generations. When we get tired or when the game is over or when we are hungry, we go home!

Main Bola Rounders

When we played this game, we never knew that it is the equivalent of the great Baseball game played in the US. Nevertheless, we play it according to our way and our rules. There will be two teams made up of between 2 up to 10 per team (not rigid in the numbers); with a bat made up of any size able stick and a tennis ball to hit. Normally there will be 3 bases, arranged in a triangle set up.

One team to batter up and the other to defence. A bowler will bowl the ball over and the battering team will hit the ball as hard and as far as he or she could. The points are calculated by the number of runs a batter achieved - just like how they played in US Baseball. The bowler or the base wait will be out when the opponent 'cap' him with the ball or the base is compromised. Once all bowlers are out, we changed side; the defence team will then be battering. No matter how it is played in the US, we play according to our rules and our own 'bola rounders' way!

You win when you made more runs (including home runs) and when we feel tired, we stop. It is normally played with the boys, however sometimes girls may be included. Among others, Ena, Eno, Bojei, Ajih Baroh, Ajai, Abod, Ayang, Posah, Tipah, Abang Teh, Abang Dil and a host of other nearby friends we played with. When we feel tired or hungry, we stopped and go home for food. With Nintendo and other computer games available now, whether the 'kampong boys' still play this game; we wonder! Keep wondering - it is good for the mind.

Air Perigi - Well Water

The deep well in our house have always been there. It was dug when Atuk Usop built the house way back in the early 50s. I have always got water from the deep well everyday, either for bathing or washing. Since it is too deep, we have to use the wooden pulley with a pail attached to a rope to extract the water from the deep well. Collecting water from the well into the small water holding at the surface is a task not easily done and sometimes treacherous. Nevertheless, we have always got our water supply (for drinking, cooking or washing) from the deep well.

Pak Cik Amin (our neighbour across the street) plans to dig a well and have seek the help of the kampong folks to help him. First the village spiritual leader will seek to locate the best place to dig the well. He would place an egg on a saucer and place a sharp knife touching the egg. After chanting a few Koranic verses, if the eggs spins fast many times, then there must be lots of water underneath. And so the site was located and decided. The men then starts digging the well, working in rotation up to a few days, when we have then reached the desired fresh well water.

The rounded concrete walls are then lowered into the well by lowering it slowly from a few ropes held from the top by the few men. It may take up to 10 6 feet wide round concrete walls to complete the well. It has to juts out, as since it is a deep well, leaving it open would be dangerous for young children. Above it, the wooden pulley together with the pail and the rope to extract water is then installed. Leaving the water a few days to subside and for the fresh water to accumulate, the well will then be able to serve the family for drinking, cooking, washing and bathing for many years to come; or at least until tap water comes into the picture!

Mat Shah and Kak Ain

There were like 40 of us who went to learn to read and understand the Al Quran at the 'surau' in front of my house. The 'surau' is built in the compound of 'Pak Cik Amin's' house. Our religious teacher was 'Lebai Awal' who alone teaches us how to read the 'Muqaddam' and the Al Quran and at the same time teaches us how to pray.

One evening, coming out of the religious session, Ajih Baroh asked us to come with him into the dark, at the back of the 'surau'. Hiding behind some bushes, among the dark, we saw Mat Shah waiting. Then came Kak Ain. Like a leopard to its prey, Mat Shah jumped on Kak Ain and they started smothering each other with kisses and hugs and holding tight to each other like there do not want to be separated anymore. Surprised as I was, we kept on watching the love birds kissing, pecking, feeling, touching and smothering everything else with each other not realising that we were watching them.

Since they have but a few minutes; as they must be home by then (especially Kak Ain - as Abod and Ayang are waiting for her), the 'wayang' was over. As soon as they left, we came out of the bushes and smile as satisfaction of watching something that we should not know in the first place. Until today, I have never talked about it and we have never even said anything of the 'secret' that we saw. Wonder where is Kak Ain now? I know Mat Shah is still in Senaling.

Alang Udin and Kak Long Maznah

This is the first ever love story that I have ever known. Nothing serious, but exchanging of letters and glancing on the dark kind of love. Alang Udin was in Form V, in Tuanku Muhammad School, ultimate dream was to be a fighter pilot with TUDM.

One fine day, Alang Udin ask me to deliver a letter to Kak Long Maznah in Ulu Naling. Without knowing anything, I delivered the letter and hence start the love story. A few days after, Kak Long Maznah would then reply and the letter was once again passed through me; since Kak Long Maznah and me goes to religious school together. More letters changed hands thereafter and when it came to the knowledge of Kak Ngah Zainab; Alang Udin's elder sister, she was furious, however what can anyone do when hearts are in love, and so the love story continues, with me being the 'delivery boy'.

After a while, the love story kind of faltered. From frequent letters, it drops to one a week and thereafter it got no letters exchange no more. At last, came the 'dear john' letter and it was written in red ink. Alang Udin explain to me that ink colours in letters denotes expression of feelings. Then only I learned that red means 'hate' or 'I don't want you anymore' or 'anger'. So the letters stops and alas the love story ends. Then Kak Long Maznah was not her normal self and were sometimes hysterical (some people even thought she was crazy) - could the ending of the love has anything to do with it? Nobody knows!

Gomok - the School Bus Driver

The Eng Giap Bus that ply the Kuala Pilah - Senaling route also provides a special school bus to take us to and from school daily. The driver has always been 'Gomok'. He will pick us up from the village centre and takes us to school every morning; and takes us back from school in Kuala Pilah to Senaling in the afternoon (for the morning session) and repeats this for the afternoon session school children.

Those that stays further than Senaling, would normally takes the last bus to Tampin (a lot further than Senaling); which is normally timed as soon as the school finished in the late evening. There was once (the afternoon session); one of the child misses the Tampin bound bus and was crying as he would not have any other way of going back. Knowing this, Gomok makes sure that he got all Senaling bound school children passengers on the bus and speed to catch the Tampin bound bus. As he normally drops the children on the way, this time he doesn't! He sped all the way to make sure that he catches the Tampin bound bus; got the bus a few miles after Senaling and make sure the child gets on his Tampin bound bus.

On his way back, then only he started to drop the other school children one by one at their normal stops (but only on the way back to Kuala Pilah). He made sure that the boy got on the Tampin bound bus! What a kind hearted man to do such a thing; and this happens not only once, but several times. When we were in this situation, we would enjoy it as we get to stay on the bus longer than we normally would. But that deed done by the school bus driver, Gomok, something that I will never ever forget; not even until now!

First Day of School

Could not remember the date that I first enrol into Tunku Munawir School in Kuala Pilah in 1963. I was sent to school by Ulong Leman with Atuk Usop tagging along. I was placed in Standard 1C, my teacher was Mr Baskaran - a fierce looking state football player. My class was the end of the block next to the canteen. Of the first day, I carried my school bag, made of rattan with a long handle, for easiness of carrying them around; together with a bottle of tea (in a Green Spot bottle).

It was the day when some of classmate were crying their hearts out not to be left in school alone or the day when some of your classmates pee in the classroom. We were first taught to stand next to our tables and greet 'Good Morning Sir' to be done every time we come to school every morning. The second thing that I learned was how to ask permission to go to the toilet. We were made to memorise "Please Sir, may I go out?". Being scared and ashamed to ask, but feeling my kidney bloating and seeking courage to go to the toilet, I managed to utter those words to Mr Baskaran; and what a relieve.

By the end of the first day, we were all released from class - there was no such thing as security or 'who's picking you up' then. You finish school, you go home - find your own way. I walked out of the class, followed everybody else through the gate and out into the waiting buses, bicycles, motorcycles and cars. There at the end of the road, under the soft rain drizzling, I saw my Atuk Usop waiting for me with an umbrella covering him from the soft rain. We took the bus home.

Duman - The Coconut Tree Climber

Coconut trees in the village are mostly very high and matured. These trees were normally planted whenever a child is born. The coconut tree symbolises the age of child. However, no matter how high these coconut trees are, they still bear good fruits. Most of the fruits would normally riped and drop onto the ground, where we will then pick it up to eat (grate them to make coconut milk for cooking or to make cooking oil).

Every time anyone needs to bring down more coconut fruits; especially when we need the 'not-so-ripe' fruit or the young ones (for drinking), we have always relied on 'Pak Cik Duman' to get them on top of the tree for us. He would come, climb on the tree to the top, choose the fruits that we want him to pluck and drop them down to the ground for us to gather. The young ones must not be dropped, as if it dropped that high, it will break and the juice would pour out; 'Pak Cik Duman' would carefully bring them down with him - an act and skill nobody else have!

Whenever you need lots and more coconut fruits than you have, the person to call to get them coconuts has always been 'Pak Cik Duman'. After his work is done, you can either pay him some money for his effort or he may also be compensated with some coconut fruits that he would take home. I know of no other coconut tree climber as good and as skillful as 'Pak Cik Duman'.

Haji Maaya's Television Set

The late Haji Maaya was our next door neighbour who works at Kuala Pilah Hospital as a dresser. Being a senior staff with the hospital, he also has a staff house by the Hospital in Kuala Pilah town. He is known for his fabulous flower planting skills especially his orchids. Being well-to-do, he bought the 1st television set in the village and at the same time makes sure that the aerial are hoist high up so that the TV signals coming in to the TV would be sharp and clear. Being good neighbours, we always goes to the house and bother them, as and when we want to watch TV.

After school and if I am not doing any work, I would pop over to the house and request for the TV to be switched on and I would sometimes watch it alone; how unashamedly am I. Especially when there is Ultraman, Land of the Giants, Mission Impossible or other favourite series showing on TV. My escape to the world of tube movies and fantasies. Whenever there is a 'Malay Movie' showing on TV, the whole family would congregate to the house and watch the movie together with the family.

When things get around, more and more people would join us to watch the normally awaited 'Malay Movie' on the tube. Hassan (the house caretaker/gardener) would then go around within the crowd and collect 10 cents from each of us; except our family, which have the exclusive free right to watch his TV. It was black and white with only 2 channels available; but that was our 'new' entertainment then. Until we had our own TV, we kept going back to Haji Maaya's house day after day or night after night - what a good man he was - didn't realise that till now! He passed away many years ago.