This is the sole ‘street’ leading to my father’s wooden house where I was born 39 years ago. It was man-made by him and was originally a ridge or narrow raised path between rice fields measuring about 0.5 metre wide but he was able to widen it to 4 metres. The street is 150 metres long.


Located in front of the house is the granary where my father kept the newly-harvested rice before it was sent to the rice mill. But in the 90s, rice was loaded into lorries upon harvest. The granary also functioned as the storeroom for old copper and clay pots.  


Now, here is the old, big, dilapidated wooden house where my siblings spent our childhood. My late mum moved into this house after getting married to my father back in 1959. He is the only heir to my paternal grandfather who had to wait for almost twelve years to get him. But I never saw my grandmother as she passed away when my father was only five years old. Meanwhile my grandfather lived up to the ripe age of 70. I was 4 when he drew his last breath. 

Right now, my father only comes back to this house in the morning to do some gardening and cleaning before going back to his wife’s house in the afternoon. He never sleeps overnight here since he remarried five years ago. As for my younger brother, he stays at my house as he cannot bear living there alone.

17 Comments

  1. no neighbours staying nearby?

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  2. cantik nostalgia..
    tak kena makan anai-anaik? alhamdulillah..

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  3. @Haslina: the nearest neighbour is 150m away...

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  4. @ahsfantasy24: meme dah kena mkn anai2 pun! abis 1 almari buku2 masa sy ngaji di UM dulu rosak! sedih x terkata. huhuhuhuhu...

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  5. sob! sob! sob!

    The old good days teacher.. huhuhu

    I feel touching while browsing yr page..

    huhuhu

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  6. @maza: If only I could turn back the time...

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  7. gambar masih simpan sampai sekarang kan . memang berbeza dulu dengan sekarang :)

    menarik cerita .

    kalau mun try comment dalam bahasa omputih , takut salah grammar and kena gelak . hehe :p

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  8. @CikMunBlogger: Ya. Foto2 lama tu masih disimpan dalam album jd daddy scan n upload ke blog sbg kenangan terindah. X kisah nak tulis komen dlm BI pun. Lagi daddy suka. Remember! We learn from mistakes, right?

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  9. nostalgia tu..skrng banyak kampung2 hanya tingal orng2 tua jer,generasi muda ramai yg berhijrah kekota...

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  10. @Hayati Harun: tul tu. kat kg di kelantan ni kurang peluang pekerjaan. tu pasal ramai yg pergi ke KL, JB, Penang dll.

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  11. Wow, things have certainly changed. I know relatives who grew up in homes like this.

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  12. @Jeff Lee: you are correct...yes, time flies but we can't simply forget the past...

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  13. Azham: definitely! It's nostalgic to live in that house during my growing years..

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  16. nostalgia sangat abam kie. Qiya suka tengok rumah lama-lama yang diperbuat dari daun nipah ni. orang kata sejuk duduk dalam tu. betul ke?

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