tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44919524033772729152024-03-18T19:52:06.826-07:00Down Memory Lane SandakanWill Kohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00185750199874462110noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491952403377272915.post-85239284425021808702018-09-24T23:32:00.002-07:002019-10-14T21:39:08.017-07:00Down Memory Lane Sandakan for Cousin George<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>Introduction</b></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cousin George was born in Sandakan in late 1940's. In December 1957, he and his family migrated to Singapore. We (my father and another brother) also boarded the same Straits Steamship vessel and went with them from Sandakan to Labuan. There, we disembarked while George and his family continued on their journey across the South China Sea to Singapore. (We stayed a few days in Labuan with another aunt's family before returning to Sandakan by air via Jesselton.)</span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">(Some early photographs)</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An early pix (left) shows George (in white) riding "pillion" on a tricycle ridden by his childhood friend Yee Kar in the vicinity of the timber house his family shared with the Kwan Family at the end of the Singapore Road in Sandakan.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(c. early 1950's)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In another photo (below) from one of my albums George, myself and two other siblings are having a skinny dip in Sandakan.</span><br />
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George (2nd left) taking a dip in the sea near Kg. Bokara, Sandakan</div>
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during the Chinese Festival of Duan Wu a few months</div>
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before he and his family left for Singapore in 1957.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next time I saw George was in August 1960 when I went there to attend a scouting event -- a Jamboree marking the Golden Jubilee of scouting in Singapore. The activities took place in Jurong Park, Singapore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After a few days at sea, we woke up excitedly to the sight of a lighted Singapore Waterfront. As soon as the lighting conditions permitted, I took this view from the deck of the MV Kunak. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In those days, practically everyone in Singapore conversed in the
Hokkien dialect. My only contact with my aunt and George then was via a
telephone owned by a neighboring 'workshop'. Since I could not speak
Hokkien, I had to get the help of another scout (from Sarawak) who was
well versed in Hokkien to request the owner of the phone to get the Ang
family next door to receive the call. It worked, and I managed to see
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<span style="font-size: large;">In February 1965, I had the opportunity to meet up with him again in Singapore as I stopped over there, en route to New Zealand. I did not manage to make it; time (or the shortage of it) was against me. I arrived there late at night, and had to get to the Singapore Airport the next day for the Qantas flight to Sydney where we changed plane for the last leg across the Tasman Sea to Auckland, NZ.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had another stop-over opportunity in November 1967, when I passed through Singapore on my scheduled home break for Colombo Plan Scholarship students. After checking in at the hotel at about 9 p.m., I decided to call a cab and tried to get to my aunt's house at 338, Changi Road. Unfortunately, the taxi driver was very uncooperative. He seemed take me round in circles, even though I have given the location to him. He failed to get me there, and an argument ensued. Finally, for safety considerations, I decided to abort the trip and return to the hotel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before leaving NZ for good after my 4-year engineering course in Auckland, I made a few stops in Australia (viz. Sydney, Melbourne and Perth) before arriving at my penultimate destination (Singapore). I spent a few days in Singapore, staying with the family of one of my Auckland University mates in Tiong Baru.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As soon as I could, I went to building housing the Singapore Stock Market. I had learnt earlier that George was working there. Having got inside the huge, congested trading room, I found that everyone there seemed to chain-smoke, and the acrid atmosphere was simply unbearable. Amidst the noisy shouting of the buyers and sellers, I managed to pose some questions to a few people and found out that George was that kid writing (posting) those share values on that big board on the wall. A few years had lapsed since the last time I saw him, and I did have difficulty recognizing him as a young man. As soon as his work session ended, I approached him. I was sure he was surprised to see me there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We went over to a hawker stall along the bank of the Singapore River for refreshments and chatted for a while. Before we parted we walked past one of those coin-operated roadside booths which took instant passport-size portraits for the convenience of travellers, very similar to this modern version at the Singapore Plaza. George went in and took that 'selfie' below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the only other photo of George during this encounter, a colour slide taken on my Braun Paxette camera.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From then on we both went on our business of making a living and building up our families. From time to time I would drop by Singapore on business or on holiday and would call on Aunt Chai Bee and George. On many occasions, George expressed his intention to make a return visit to Sandakan, his home town. In those early days, there was that "citizenship" issue which prevented him from getting a Singapore passport. When this was resolved, the stumbling block shifted to his busy work demands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At least a preliminary attempt was made by George to set foot in Sabah. He and his wife Lilian made the 2.5-hour hop from Singapore to Kota Kinabalu to attend the wedding of my daughter Alice in 2004. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>Arrival in Sandakan.</b></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finally, it happened. On <b>26 August, 2018</b>, George finally landed in Sandakan, almost 60 years and 8 months after he left. In a way it was a Diamond Jubilee return for him. Accompanying him was wife Lilian and daughter Audrey. His nephew Jimmy and Cathie (Jimmy's wife) made up the rest of the entourage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The entourage checked into the Sheraton 4-Point Hotel which was located at the water's edge right in the CBD of Sandakan. It was at the time the newest hotel in Sandakan. The rooms commanded a good view of the Sandakan Harbour and the whole landscape surrounding the hotel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The hotel is located on reclaimed a stone's throw from the Praya, where great-grandfather's flagship company of Kim Eng Watt stood from 1890 to 1933. </span><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sheraton 4-Point Hotel, Sandakan</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">From the Sheraton 4-Point Hotel, George could actually see the location of the house his family stayed in at the time of his birth. A block of high-rise apartments (indicated by the yellow arrow) is now sitting on the site along Singapore Road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a bright and sunny morning on the day that we made this walk from the hotel. The intention of taking George and his entourage down this memory-lane walk was to enable George to experience a re-connection with his past as a kid in Sandakan. These were the places which he and his family in the 1950s would have a close attachment to.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Map of the DML-Route to be taken on 28 Aug 2018</td></tr>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">(Point A in Map-Sheraton 4-Point Hotel)</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the above 1960s map of the Sandakan CDB, t</span><span style="font-size: large;">he site of the Sheraton Hotel was still somewhere in the Sandakan Harbour. The "I Love Sandakan" icon just next to the Hotel offered a good location for a group photo to mark the start of this 'Down Memory Lane" walk for the participants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This location would be somewhere at the back of the old fish market shown in the 1961 picture at left. This little fish market was the main source of all the fishy products for the small population in Sandakan then. Most people subsisted on a diet of cheap sea products and vegetables in those days. Meat (pork, beef, chicken) were comparatively expensive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were now posing at the corner of of the old vegetables market, along Pryer Road (or current Jalan Satu).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On this 1961 photograph of the Central (Vegetables) Market viewed from the Bus Station, the location where we posed above would be at the corner of the market near those parked bicycles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Next to the site of the old vegetables market, the Sandakan Bus Station still stood proudly. The main original structure was intact, though various add-on components had been incorporated over times for various good or bad reasons. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Upon its completion in the late 50s, it was a very simple and clean station for use mainly by the two main bus companies, then, viz. the Leila Road Bus Co. and the North & Labuk Road Bus Co. It was appropriately located next to the fish/vegetable markets to serve the citizens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Next to the Bus Station was the <b>Customs House</b>, located at the ends of the Pryer Road and Humphrey Street. This building was among the first few to be rebuilt of permanent materials after the 2nd World War in Sandakan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the 50s, George's step-father, a "<b><i>Chin Chew</i></b>" (Hokkian dialect) or comprador on board one of the ships of the Straits Steamship Co.(SSC), would pass this building very regularly as he carried out his routine duties, running between his vessel and the Harrisons & Crossfield Co. (H&C), the agent for the SSC. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The above photograph is an old image of the Customs House at the end of the Humphrey Street. It was taken at night, from near the H&C Building. The Chartered Bank (left) and HK & Shanghai Bank were visible in the foreground. It was on such a night that George and his family boarded the ship for Singapore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A current shot of the above view from about the same angle would look like this today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the location of Harrisons Sabah Sdn Bhd, formerly Harrisons Crosfield (B) Ltd. The post-war permanent and pre-war timber buildings of H & C were sited in the same location, as can be seen in the following photographs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, for more than 10 years after the war, H&C operated from a 2-storey timber building a stone throw away at, at the junction of Humphrey Street and Jalan 4 (now Jalan 3).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Harrison Sabah Sdn Bhd (2018)</u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our family had had a lengthy interaction with H&C. Our old family trading firm of <b>Kim Eng Watt </b>(KEW), established by great-grandfather <b>Koh Kim Hin</b> (KKH) in 1872 had many business deals with H&C. This business relationship continued after the death of KKH when KEW morphed into <b>Kim Eng Watt Brothers</b> (KEWB).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eldest great aunt's husband Ah Kwong (Lee Kong Kan) worked for <b>H&C, </b>holding the the most senior clerical post</span><span style="font-size: large;"> for Chinese staff</span><span style="font-size: large;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KKH</span><span style="font-size: large;">'s 3rd daughter (Maternal Grandma Geok Lan) was a very close family friend of Mr. Stephen Efford, the accounting manager of H&C. Mr. Efford later married Catherine Wee, the daughter of Grandma Geok Lan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5th Great aunt Veronica Koh's husband Martin Funk worked for H&C Sandakan as a comprador. He was transferred to Jesselton later. His son Vincent and grandson Martin also in turn joined H&C in Jesselton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Auntie Chai Kiew's husband Lau Soona worked for H&C's account section. After the war, he was transferred to the H&C branch in Labuan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My father also ended up as an accounting officer in H&C. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This giant "Heritage Trail" display board next to the H&C was another apt point for a group photograph.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another group photo outside the H&C building (above), with the Hong Kong Shanghai Bank at </span><span style="font-size: large;">the start of the Leila Road. Rewind back half a century, the scene of the background would be similar to that in this parading scouts photo (below), with the view of the Flower Photographic Studio and the Sunshine Wood Printing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From H&C, traversing across the old Darby Road and the Padang Road (now built over by road extension), the <b>Town Padang</b> came into view. This was a focal point for George in this down-memory lane trip. His family was occupying a small unit of a timber housing complex across the Elopura Channel when he was born some 70 years ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The old timber buildings along Singapore Road in the far background were mainly replaced by high rise apartments. Regretably, the beautiful, bilian-timber grandstand erected for the occasion of the Coronation of QE2 in 1952 was also replaced by an insignificant parade viewing stand. (See the 1960 view below taken during a Walkathon event in 1960.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Only the Sandakan Recreation Club and the century-old Sam Seng Kong Chinese Temple were still there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In this picture (left) George (in red) and I were looking towards the direction of the Sandakan Recreation Club and the Chinese Temple. The approximate position would be at the red-circled area behind the goal post in the photo below, taken in 1990.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The timber housing complex along Singapore Road in the 50s and 60s was owned by the Funk family and it was a very prominent building because of its size. It had 6 units, 3 on the top floor and 3 on the ground. As with housing conditions then, it housed more than 6 families. It was not unusual for each unit to accommodate up to 3 families or more. Unfortunately, only 3 units of single-storey kitchen/bathroom was constructed behind the main building to serve all the tenants. Thus with up to 5 or more families sharing a single kitchen, the amount of human conflicts was enormous. Quarreling amongst families occurred very frequently. It was before long that George's family moved to a better quarter near the end of the Singapore Road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>(The DML walk participants posing for a group photo with the same background as the above 2 historical photos. The timber houses are all replaced by multi-storey concrete blocks. The Elopura Channel has since been topped over with a concrete slab, turning it into a car parking facility.)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ending the main walking portion of this activity, we drove to Point F, which marked the end of the Singapore Road in the 50s and 60s. Beyond this point was a lengthy uphill climb on masonry steps to Happy Valley and the old Sandakan Hospital. Standing at this point (F) in the 1950s and looking towards the road leading to Happy Valley, one should see remnants of a concrete gateway. On the left, one would see the small footpath rising steadily to the old Philip Funk's mansion, the St. Michael's Church(Anglican)/School and the St. Mary's Church (Catholic)/School.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> This is the approximate location of the entrance to the house that George's family shared with the Kwan family in the 50s. The entrance-way with the partly demolished concrete archway mentioned in the previous paragraph was the access to the prewar mansion of Lim Man Ching (LMC), the 4th and last Kapitan China of Sandakan. My 5th great uncle's wife, Lim Nyuk Jin, one of the daughters of LMC stayed in a huge timber complex on an adjacent plot. <b><i>(See sketch plan below).</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Regrettably, we could not find any old land mark which we could connect concretely to the area where those old houses once stood. Even the old champaka (cempaka) tree was destroyed during major redevelopments of the area after George left Sandakan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We could have continued our walk to these two locations via a an old concreted pathway which has since been roofed over against the weather. For this, we would have to leave our car at an unsafe, roadside location. Instead, we drove there via Jalan Leila and Jalan Puncak (formerly Church Road). We parked our car under some shady trees in front of the St. Mary's Church (now upgraded to a Cathedral). As George and Lilian are Catholics, this stopover gave them an opportunity to have some private moments for meditation as well as to roam the area and feel the church atmosphere there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Flashback to a beautiful day in September 1923 (nearly 85 years ago): great uncle Peck Boon and great aunt May Lai were married in this church (see the extracted BNBH's report at left). Aunt Chai Bee (Ah Bee), Georg's mother, was one of the two bride's maids. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">St. Micheal's School, attached to this church was also the school that George attended before his family moved to Singapore in 1957.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No visit to Sandakan is complete without taking a trip to Bukit Merah or Red Hill Peak. One can get a breadth-taking view of the town from the Rotary Club's Viewing Pavilion. Unfortunately, over the years, the Sandakan Municipal Council have not been keeping up with the necessary tree trimming and other maintenance works to enhance the value of this tourism asset. Thus, on the day we dropped by this viewing pavilion, our view of the town was mainly blocked by trees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">These two other views (below) taken by me in the early 60s show what part of the town looked like more than half a century ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Actually, it was the Government quarters allocated to her husband as the Conservator of Forest before the war. </span></div>
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<br />Will Kohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00185750199874462110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491952403377272915.post-52285996005596495382013-05-17T04:03:00.001-07:002017-02-23T19:59:02.079-08:00SCOUTING FOR BOYS<b>1. <u>First Class Badge</u></b><br />
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In 1961, PK and I went for our 1st Class Badge test. We were required to take a journey into the 'wild', camp overnight at a designated spot and then return to the starting point. With the help of a compass, we had to prepare a rough map of the journey traversed and then write a report of the trip for submission to our Scoutmaster. <br />
We started from the Scout Hut in the morning. In our heavy canvas knapsacks, we carried our clothing change, our simple cooking utensils, a ground sheet, a light plastic sheet which could be converted into a tent for the night, as well as a host of other scouting essentials (ropes, knives, candles, matches, etc.). <br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In 1963 I had to venture out of Sandakan. The year before I had completed my Senior Cambridge Certificate. The only schools which ran Form 6 classes then were located in the capital of North Borneo. For the next two years, I would be a full-board student at Sabah College. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This post will include scenes taken about half a century apart in and around the West Coast, mainly at Jesselton/Kota Kinabalu. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times";">1. <u>HSBC Bank and Tong Hing Cold Storage</u></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times";">This two commercial buildings remain intact after half a century, although major renovations have been carried during the decades separating the two scenes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times";">Back in the 60s, bicycle was still a major transportation item. Those bicycles under the rain tree probably belonged to the bank's clients or workers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">One cannot see any sign of bicycles these days. Instead, we have the KK Bypass on the right with cars zooming past.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">This giant rain tree across the road from HSBC fascinated me then. It still does today. It is a blessing that the Local Authorities allow it to stay there. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">After 50 years, it still stands proudly, even though some of its lower branches have been trimmed off to avoid hazards, as can be seen from this and other photos below.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Every now and again, the old rain tree will come alive with a profuse bloom of dove orchids, in tandem with the onsets of thundery weather. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><u>2. Reunion With Classmates </u></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">By December, 1964, I had completed </span><span style="color: blue;">my Form 6 (Upper) education</span><span style="color: blue;"> in Sabah College, Jesselton. I</span><span style="color: blue;"> had sat for </span><span style="color: blue;">my Cambridge Higher School Certificate Exams and had returned to Sandakan to await the results. In February, 1965 I embarked on the first leg of a journey to pursue my tertiary education in New Zealand. I flew to Jesselton to receive the final instructions and to collect my tickets from the Education Department for my flight to NZ under a Colombo Plan Scholarship.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">On 13 February, I visited Sabah College for the last time. There I met two of my former classmates, who, like me, would be heading for universities overseas. We chatted and had a group photo taken outside Turnbull Hall, where we had attended weekly assemblies and other educational, cultural and social activities during the past two years.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Cheng (left) would be one of the 6 students heading with me (right) for various destinations in NZ, whilst Wu (centre) was scheduled to enter an institution of higher learning in the United Kingdom later on in the year.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Half a century has since lapsed. We have accomplished our educational targets, worked at our respective professions, and have mainly retired. It was a chanced encounter that we were reunited again for a memorable group photo, almost 50 years 10 days to the date of the above photo. </span><br />
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<u><span style="color: blue;">3. Sending off a St. Mary's Classmate </span></u><br />
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<i><span style="color: red;">(......to be continued)</span></i>Will Kohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00185750199874462110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491952403377272915.post-84806079790779346962010-05-28T20:11:00.000-07:002020-01-02T22:27:17.247-08:00Down Memory Lane -- Elsewhere++++<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">[THIS SECTION WILL INVOLVE SCENES AND RECOLLECTION OF ACTIVITIES IN PLACES OTHER THAN SANDAKAN]</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">EW01 Meeting of Friends</span><br />
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It was Winter, 1968. I was in the last year of my Engineering Course in Auckland University, New Zealand when an ex-St Mary's school mate from Sandakan dropped by for a visit. Valentine flew in from Perth on his honey moon trip, and had taken the pain to travel more than 30 miles from Auckland to Admore, where the AU's Engineering School was located. With the aid of fellow AU student Low W F (from Singapore), we posed for several photos in front of Lamb House, the students hostel.<br />
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It was almost 42 years later when I caught up with Valentine and his wife, as well as our former photo assistant Mr. Low for a special reunion in Singapore.<br />
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<b>EW02 AU Golden Graduates Luncheon (28 Nov 2019)</b><br />
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It was very thoughtful of Auckland University (AU), NZ, to arrange for this function in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah this year for its Malaysian Golden Graduates who could not make it to Auckland for the same activity.<br />
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Hosting the function on behalf of the AU were:-<br />
Prof. Jenny Dixon -- Deputy Vice Chancellor/Strategic Engagement and<br />
Mr. Stephen Dee -- Executive Director/Australia and South East Asia<br />
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There were 3 Golden Graduates on this occasion, namely Mr. Ong Tee John, Datin Tong Siong Kong and Mr. Koh Poh Wah.<br />
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It is noteworthy that of the score of AU ex-graduates present, one big group came from a single mission school in Sandakan -- St Mary's Secondary School (Pix below)<br />
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(L-R) Mr. Stephen Dee, Chung Cho Sem, Ching (Chung) Kau Jai, Koh Poh Wah, Prof Dixon, Datuk Kamal Quadra, Chung Chee Tam and Pang Chun Ming.<br />
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The three Chungs were brothers. (Another Chung brother also graduated from AU, but could not make it to the luncheon due to prior engagements)<br />
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<i><b>DML with Two Ex-graduates</b></i><br />
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It was also a good opportunity for me to take a group photo with two other ex-graduates from St. Mary's School Sandakan. The last time we had a group photo together was more than half a century ago. In early1968, when Robert Ching and Pang Chun Ming arrived at Auckland to begin their courses, I was in my final year at AU (Ardmore Engineering School). I took them on a Auckland City tour in my old 'bomb' (1952 Hillman Minx), dropping by numerous landmarks such as Mt. Eden, One-Tree Hill, Parnell Rose Garden, etc<br />
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After more than 50 years, Pang still looks "youthful", whereas both Chung and I have little or no need to comb our hair anymore! That's life.<br />
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<br />Will Kohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00185750199874462110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491952403377272915.post-55469072408964569292010-01-29T20:11:00.001-08:002021-05-20T05:26:27.469-07:00Some Sandakan Icons=+=+=+=+<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">In this section, I will be assembling numerous natural or man-made structures which are unique to Sandakan. Some of these may have disappeared. Some should be accorded heritage values. For those icons still here today, it is hoped that the authorities concerned will do its utmost to retain and maintain them for posterity.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(A) Batu Sapi<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHx6QXPSxCcDzIt3keXXUjqON95zMo8nbZhe5WOjwRCld6skzLUtus4d6Bm2HPhgsKS0Ct1cTuTy5gELnHq82ABIq3-tAi9gkKphvBnJg6X3UuskLCjFm4RNWMGVXcGCVgfT8Ypfi41En/s1600-h/DML-SI01a_X-5bcdef_a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434940973088460194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHx6QXPSxCcDzIt3keXXUjqON95zMo8nbZhe5WOjwRCld6skzLUtus4d6Bm2HPhgsKS0Ct1cTuTy5gELnHq82ABIq3-tAi9gkKphvBnJg6X3UuskLCjFm4RNWMGVXcGCVgfT8Ypfi41En/s200/DML-SI01a_X-5bcdef_a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /></a>Batu Sapi, or "Three Legged Stone (in Chinese)" is by far the most recognized icon that stands for Sandakan.<br />
This natural structure is located some 10 km SW of the Town Centre in an area formerly known as Kg. Gas. Before the 70's, it was not possible to get to the site by road. Visitors going there must stop at the end of the Batu Sapi Road, walk a short distance and then climb over a small hill before getting there. Because of its rural, pristine location, it was a popular destination for group picnic.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8f6D2515PH6Tpkzoy1X2kiywIYMHsbgDdkX_baXKe1nIaADJknpnzFiqds_YQ377RHcHojUPIW0pbfLeK5boVq-DfFcJLgwdkbPwqkygrUhkmAD6bzkG364BcaEoE9NTFGGQ8zlOubKtB/s1600-h/DML-SI02a_%2370-Batu+Sapi-Crp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946265309157890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8f6D2515PH6Tpkzoy1X2kiywIYMHsbgDdkX_baXKe1nIaADJknpnzFiqds_YQ377RHcHojUPIW0pbfLeK5boVq-DfFcJLgwdkbPwqkygrUhkmAD6bzkG364BcaEoE9NTFGGQ8zlOubKtB/s320/DML-SI02a_%2370-Batu+Sapi-Crp.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a>In the late 60's, Yayasan Sabah Foundation (YYS) was alloted vast tracks of land close to Kg. Gas and development of its timber complex started. An access into the area was constructed by YYS in 1970/71. When the photo at left was taken, my VW Beetle was parked along the road a stone's throw away.<br />
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Batu Sapi is located at the shore or foreshore. As such, the area it sits on should have been on Government Reserve. However, during the fast pace of development of Sandakan in the 70's and 80's, this area was acquired by a private concern, which fenced off the area, denying access to the public. It was only during the last decade that the authorities concerned took action to re-establish Batu Sapi as a tourism target. Nevertheless, the access to Batu Sapi is still controlled by a private firm, and the basis on which the site is opened to the public leaves much to be desired. On one occasion, a group of us were there on a public holiday, when crowds should be expected, and greater fee collection could be anticipated, the operator's staff saw it fit to have a holiday also and left the gate shut.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEOFFk5irwDPz_5E74fiYKu148Ft3Vl03870Sn0OZHcJ4JDA6_q3DvQFhyphenhyphenievLRQteiVymRDlanbuwEOvvOlOrbFjd9gnMHd3bzGh8FX1RFf71e_iA0nK2SjHLTRdcZLe01pF5qGuE5g1/s1600-h/DML-SI03a_IMGP0642.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435729293247641010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEOFFk5irwDPz_5E74fiYKu148Ft3Vl03870Sn0OZHcJ4JDA6_q3DvQFhyphenhyphenievLRQteiVymRDlanbuwEOvvOlOrbFjd9gnMHd3bzGh8FX1RFf71e_iA0nK2SjHLTRdcZLe01pF5qGuE5g1/s320/DML-SI03a_IMGP0642.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a>Another worry is the increasing environmental problems on the site, resulting from the lack of maintenance by the operator and the indiscriminate dumping of rubbish by factories and the dense squatters population (many of whom are illegal immigrants) in the proximity of Batu Sapi. Unless some drastic action is taken by the authorities concerned, Batu Sapi and its environs will never recover the tranquility it once possessed.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(B) Sandakan Bus Station</span><br />
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The Sandakan Bus Station (SBS) located next to the then Central Market was constructed around the mid 50's. The architect/engineer was Mr. Parker Kwan, the sole architect resident in Sandakan in the 50's. At that time, it was ideally located to serve townsfolks who travelled daily from both the Leila Road and the Labuk Road areas to do their marketing. The pix below shows the SBS in its nascent conditions.<br />
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Not much has changed over the past 48 years as shown in the photo above. The SBS at the time the photo was taken was in dire needs of a major face lift though. The seemingly little increase in the volume of bus passengers could have been due to the many minibuses which pick up passengers from various points of the town today. As one of the few remaining colonial-day structures, the SBS should qualify for heritage preservation by the authority.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(C) Old Administrative and Post Office Building</span><br />
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This building is one of the first few permanent Government buildings erected after the Second World War. It houses the Sandakan General Post Office and the Residential and District Offices, as well as the Lands and Surveys and a host of other departments in the 50's. Even the small Sandakan Public Library finds a home there. In front, a small well trimmed field serves as a hockey field. (As it was seldom used for that purpose then, most kids would prefer to play football there, much to the displeasure of the Town Board inspector who was responsible for maintaining this hockey field.)<br />
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A shot from the same spot 48 years later shows the view mainly obliterated by trees planted after the earlier pix was taken. Today, the hockey field is a mini park. The building is no longer playing the initial roles for which it was put up, as the Postal and Telecommunication services were Federalized. Further, the Residential and District Offices have been abolished. It is appropriate that part of the building now houses the Sandakan Heritage Museum, as this 60-year old post war, permanent structure, is itself a heritage building.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(C) Memorial to Early Chartered Company Officers</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4BFHF7u8RZ1StohNthcSM4ir1R1mWo4Hl0_jpK3gVe_SbtooNMzMV1GsYHsWzYgjBc9dXFgH5rKkLjBq5MQoXKLgT7DmgDCwRAlGC-fI9-pYDrrLX_oHvtb1vMn1stqhCufMS6r5jwCJ/s1600-h/DML-SI05a1_D6-%230Q-02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440142527469998354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4BFHF7u8RZ1StohNthcSM4ir1R1mWo4Hl0_jpK3gVe_SbtooNMzMV1GsYHsWzYgjBc9dXFgH5rKkLjBq5MQoXKLgT7DmgDCwRAlGC-fI9-pYDrrLX_oHvtb1vMn1stqhCufMS6r5jwCJ/s320/DML-SI05a1_D6-%230Q-02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px;" /></a>This memorial to A. Jones, Frank Hutton and other Chartered Company officers was mentioned in the recently published "Spirits of Borneo", a historical pictorial of selected photos taken by Osa and Martin Johnson who visited Sandakan in the 20's and 30's. The 1920's photo taken by the Johnsons showed it standing proudly in front of a Government Building, and alongside a major road. Much prominence was accorded the icon then. In the 50's and 60's, it was still there, as the picture on the left shows. It was likely that it was occupying the same spot as the 1920's photo. The location was at the open space where the Sandakan Municipal building is now. In 1962, when this image was taken, the building behind was part of the Sandakan Police Complex erected after the War. Conceivably, during the development of the SMC building, this icon was put away to storage somewhere. In the 50's, out-of-town visitors would invariably be taken there for one of those "I was there (Sandakan)" snap shots.<br />
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This Memorial is now relocated in a prominent spot in the MPS Square, fronting the MPS (Sandakan Municipal Council) and the Heritage Buildings as well as the Court House. (See photo in the next section.)<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(D) The Pryer Fountain</span><br />
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Another Sandakan icon which was the favourite photographic object of visitors to Sandakan in the 50's was the small granite fountain which was located at the open space occupied by the present SMC building. The fountain was a memorial to William Pryer, purportedly the founder of Sandakan. It had been relocated many times since the 1950’s.<br />
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This 1963 photo (below) taken from the viewing platform at “Red Hill Top” near the Sandakan Residence shows the locations of the two memorials then.<br />
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In the early 60's, the fountain was relocated to a vantage point overlooking the main padang (football field). It was still there when the photo below was taken. Alas, it had to move again when upgrading of the first stretch of the North Road to a 4-lane highway was carried out later. Apparently, the authority concerned put the Pryer Fountain into storage for some time after the road-widening works.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpSH6XdL0x19tiHaeXPjPVvhNSK3GgW5Dl40dFa_m-Ef4kFgoPuj2J3GeKmBRHDWqvu0Hvc24jXg_L_Ww_z4MsF_ECq_dFMPlq-DqWZRVO3fGL7wdnXjqSGendscqe-2ysDqBOstjlyO7/s1600/%2365AP-17-Crp.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536302945376387170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpSH6XdL0x19tiHaeXPjPVvhNSK3GgW5Dl40dFa_m-Ef4kFgoPuj2J3GeKmBRHDWqvu0Hvc24jXg_L_Ww_z4MsF_ECq_dFMPlq-DqWZRVO3fGL7wdnXjqSGendscqe-2ysDqBOstjlyO7/s400/%2365AP-17-Crp.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Finally, the memorial honouring the Chartered Company officers (left of pix)and the Pryer Fountain are now occupying two very appropriate spots in the MPS Square, a very short distance from their original locations. <br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">***SOME MISSING ICONS<br />
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<i>(....to be continued...)</i>Will Kohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00185750199874462110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491952403377272915.post-92124661695234615472009-12-19T19:47:00.000-08:002016-09-02T19:07:04.122-07:00Down Memory Lane -- Sandakan* * * * * * * * * * * <br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">INTRODUCTION<br />
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In the early 50’s, a childhood friend barely a year my senior, told me that in 50 years’ time, Sandakan would be a completely different place. Both of us then had no inkling as to what were the dynamic forces that would bring about those changes. Neither did I have a hint that I would in some way play a part in this process. Fifteen years later, I would find myself working as an engineer in the Public Works Department (PWD). My subsequent career, especially during the last 15 years before retirement, would involve me intimately in town planning works associated with Sandakan, especially, the implementation of the pre-planning study for Sandakan in the mid 1980’s. <br />
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In the following postings, the “before” and “after” scenes of Sandakan taken from the same points about half a century apart are presented. Several scenes even have a longer time lapse. They cover mainly locations that have relevant to me and the circle of friends close to me. Unless otherwise acknowledged, all photographs were taken by me or taken with my camera(s). In creating the “after” shots, it was my intention to get as close to the same spot I took those earlier shots. Obviously, this was impossible in most cases due to various reasons. It is hoped that my photos will evoke vivid childhood memories for those of you who once lived there or who still live there.<br />
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<b>AERIAL VIEWS OF SANDAKAN</b><br />
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The first two photos in this post will give us a good general overview of the town of Sandakan during the half-century lapse. They were definitely taken by others as I haven’t the means, then or now, to charter a plane to capture such aerial views of the town.<br />
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<b>** SANDAKAN (1950S)</b><br />
The early 1950’s view (acquired from “Flower Studio” before it closed down) shows that the cool “attap” roofs of most of the shop houses, reconstructed temporarily after the end of World War II (1945), have been replaced with zinc sheets, which must have led to oven-hot conditions for the shopkeepers’ families who generally lived in the lofts of those single-storey shops. A few permanent (concrete) Government buildings had been erected. Amongst them are the Customs House, the Central Market, the Administrative and Post Office Block, and the new Police Station. Another new addition which you can pick up is the Grand Stand at the Padang, erected for the Coronation of QEII (1952). (It was designed by the only resident architect in town then, Mr. Parker Kwan. The main structural components (beams and columns) of that Grand Stand was of bilian hard wood and it was built to last. Alas, some political decisions after the formation of Malaysia had led to its demise.)<br />
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It is interesting to note the existence of small huts supported on stilts along the sea wall of Sandakan. They form parts of the essential sewerage services of those days. Apart from visiting these public conveniences for relief purposes, many of us would use the access bridges and other areas to launch our fishing lines. (Some brave souls would even go on a swimming jaunt and dive into the sea from there!) Fish was plentiful then. Despite being caught from the proximity of those toilets, they were pollution free.<br />
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<b>** SANDAKAN (2008)</b><br />
The second pix shows Sandakan in 2008 (as presented in a commercial brochure). Practically the only buildings in the “before” photo still standing are the few permanent Government buildings. Some of them are serving a very different function from their initial role. The Central Market and the Fish Market have been taken down to make way for the Harbour Square Development. Gone too are all those special “fishing platforms” of our childhood days!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">1. THE VIEW FROM THE WINDOW OF MY HOUSE</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">**[Before]</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">**[After(1)]</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">**[After (2)]</span><br />
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It has been more than 54 years since I made that first click on a camera that was loaded with real film to create this picture. It was captured with an ancient Kodak Brownie camera which had only two settings – “Outdoor” and “Indoor”. The focus was fixed. For pictures taken outdoor good sunlight was very essential for creating a good picture, as in this case. During our family’s stay along Singapore Road in the 50’s, this window scene greeted me every day. Our house along Singapore Road was also a vantage point for watching sporting and other events which were played out in padang and the basketball court.<br />
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This <i><b>"Before"</b></i> photo shows the distant view of the Post Office and Administrative Building (POAB) in a serene setting. Date palms and other ‘transparent’ flowering trees along that steep road at the side of the POAB complemented this simple view of the building. Not a single vehicle is in sight. The first concrete basketball court in Sandakan, donated by Mr. Kwan Chai Chin can be clearly seen. Just to the back of this court, the small track joining the padang’s perimeter road to the steep road forming the first part of the North Road is visible. In the early 50’s, most students living in the Singapore Road area would trek along this path daily to Ming Sing School. Others from North Road areas would move in the opposite direction after alighting from their buses near the present court house and walk to St Mary’s/St Mary's Convent and St Michael Schools.<br />
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In the foreground of this picture, part of the masonry wall forming the bank of the small Elopura Canal, just across the Singapore Road from my house is discernible. The Elopura Canal served as part of our playground in those days when kids had few entertainment outlets to choose from. One could catch various types of small fish there, or search for “valuables” (e.g. old coins) deposited on the canal’s bed.<br />
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<i><b>(Ref. "After 1" Photo)</b></i> From roughly the same vantage point (but at ground level) these days, one can hardly see the POAB. Your view is blocked by a potpourri of trees, fencing and even cars. A latter construction, the Sandakan Municipal Building, is now lurking to the left of the POAB. The Parker Kwan grandstand has been replaced by a simpler concrete, but not-so-grand-stand.<br />
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Move the camera into the compound of the padang, and a more recognizable view presents itself <i><b>(Ref. "After 2" pix). </b></i>The Chai Chin Basketball Court is still there (attempts by some quarters earlier to remove it failed -- thanks goodness). Still, the dinosaur-like steel trusses supporting the back boards have been replaced by solitary concrete gables. Another new landmark, the Wisma Sandakan, is seen peering over the tree tops at left top corner of the photo.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Note:</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">For obvious reasons, all the “before” photos are in B&W. Colour films were available in Sandakan in the 50’s, but they were exorbitantly expensive. The cost of processing and printing which must be done overseas, was also beyond the reach of most individual photographers. Most of the colour portraitures done by professional studios then were hand tinted. I also tried my hand at hand-tinting after buying a Kodak water colouring kit from Flower Studio. I am surprised that after a lapse of half a century, most of my hand coloured photos appear to fare better than those colour-photos processed by the professional labs overseas.<br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ewQt72NTSs7EGflUIubPw01bmUbahxagTshWTkqb6lP1i8NcbWj-1IH7oBZ_rsJI4JG6xhB13ECSztv241TegMu354cKKhhNPYsKvsg1nBbAe7JZJDmcCRkzd4n8oEczBYQwHvHnRT0v/s1600-h/DML002b_Padang55c.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417960101165881202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ewQt72NTSs7EGflUIubPw01bmUbahxagTshWTkqb6lP1i8NcbWj-1IH7oBZ_rsJI4JG6xhB13ECSztv241TegMu354cKKhhNPYsKvsg1nBbAe7JZJDmcCRkzd4n8oEczBYQwHvHnRT0v/s200/DML002b_Padang55c.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 140px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
Here is my attempt at hand tinting the first photograph taken by me.<br />
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<b>2. SINGAPORE ROAD</b><br />
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My early life was centred around the padang and part of the road surrounding it. Singapore Road was part the perimeter road system serving residential houses in the proximity of the padang. It extended from the start of the Leila Road, along the Elopura Canal to the SRC and continued on to end at the stepping stones of two small paths. One of these paths led to St. Michael’s and St. Mary’s Schools. The other formed the access to the former Sandakan Hospital located at the present Happy Valley area. Since then, the path to the old hospital had been upgraded to a roadway, connecting Singapore Road to Sung Siew School and on to North Road junction. The road name must have some connection historically with Singapore. It was with dismay that some time back, futile attempts were made to rename it. In the end, good sense prevailed and the name remained intact. This is practically one of the last few roads still bearing its Colonial-day name.<br />
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<i><b>**(1930'S)</b></i><br />
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<i><b>**(1961)</b></i><br />
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<i><b>**(2008)</b></i><br />
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Looking at that <span style="font-weight: bold;">1930’s</span> pix of Singapore Road, at the exact location of the 1950’s row of houses we stayed in, I am completely bowled over by the beauty of the architecture then. The first and the last lots must be the properties of the Funks, as I can still remember the Funks’ matriarch collecting rents from her post-war tenants living there. On the right lower edge, the well-built Elopura Canal is clearly seen. (Probably it was a playground for pre-war kids as well.) On the right, the concrete perimeter fence of the Kwan properties stands prominently. A similar fence, perhaps a post-war reconstruction, still stands there today, although the Kwan families have moved on.<br />
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In <span style="font-weight: bold;">1961</span>, Sandakan won the Hone Cup. The victory procession had just left its starting point at the Sandakan Recreation Club. I had positioned myself near the Grand Stand across the Elopura Canal purposely to capture the cup-bearing vehicle as the procession passed the row of houses I used to live in. (My family was no longer staying along Singapore Road by then, having moved to Mile 2.75, North Road in 1958.) The reconstructed post-war buildings in this photo look dreadful, compared to those magnificent houses of the 30’s. Still, the sight is very memorable, now that both the Hone Cup Competition and the wooden houses are gone. The Elopura Canal and the Kwan property’s fence are just outside this picture. It was a pure coincidence that I had located myself on roughly the same spot as the photographer who took that 1930’s pix.<br />
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Seventy years on <span style="font-weight: bold;">(2008)</span> from the first pix, the scene is completely different as multi-storey concrete blocks now take over. The high-rise dwellers of today must be more elated, having a better vantage point for viewing activities at the padang. Unfortunately, few sporting activities take place at the padang these days: only parades. The Kwan family’s mansion is still there, now dilapidated and under different ownership. The concrete fence is now heavily burdened by creepers. What of the Elopura Canal where I and other kids used to spend our free times catching small fishes and looking for 'treasures' carried downstream by storm water? It is now covered over to provide additional car parking lots for the Sandakan Municipal Council. It will not be missed by kids today though, as they have a vast range of electronic gadgets to amuse themselves with.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">3. KWAN CHAI CHIN BASKETBALL COURT</span><br />
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This is the first concrete basketball court in Sandakan, donated by Mr. Kwan Chai Chin. Its completion in the early 50’s was a boon to us, as we were able to play all-weather on a clean concrete surface. The previous town court for Sandakan located near the Health Centre, off Church Road, had an earth surface. After a game we would be heavily soiled or muddied, especially if the ground was a little wet after a light rain. The main advantage of an earth court was that we could play comfortably without shoes. Nevertheless, the fear of getting blisters on our sores was not a strong deterrence for us to engage on a game bare-footedly on the rough concrete surface of this new court, even at mid day, when the court would be burningly hot. This was less than 10 years after the end of WWII, and shoes, even rubber ones, were relatively expensive. Most of us could only afford one pair which was reserved for school use.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Left)</span> Basketball players' jerseys in the 50's and 60's definitely look smarter and sexier than the baggy ones worn by players today!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(Right)</span> My reach seems better today; but I am not going to mimic that same shooting pose 48 years ago.... I can't!</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">4. THE GRANDSTAND<br />
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This is the all-timber grandstand designed by Mr. Parker Kwan and built to accommodate spectators attending the parades/events to celebrate the Coronation of QEII in 1952. The pix below shows participants at the start of a "Walkathon" race organized by the Rotary Club of Sandakan. <br />
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The new grandstand, a 1980's RC structure, stands idly today. Most sports activities are now centred at facilities away from the heart of the town.<br />
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4.1 GRANDSTAND (ii)<br />
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In 1961, a group of boys from St. Mary's (pix below) stay behind at the grandstand "debating" on the highlights of the Inter-schools Sports just completed earlier on. St. Mary's Secondary won the coveted shield that year.<br />
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4.2 GRANDSTAND (iii)<br />
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No doubt, the old Sandakan Grandstand was one of the favourite icons to pose against when having your personal photos taken. It gives you that "I was there" feeling. Here (below left) <span style="font-weight: bold;">David and Goliath</span> were posing atop the run-off track for the Long Jump pit. The pix of the same spot is shown on the right.<br />
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...........David has since narrowed his height with Goliath!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">5. SRC AND SHAM SHING KUNG TEMPLE</span><br />
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Sham Shing Kung Temple was usually the first venue for new dragons, lions and unicorns to pay their respects to the gods before a major festivity like the annual Chinese New Year.<br />
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In the early 60’s, the Hokkien (Fujian) Association of Sandakan was the first community to re-organize a dragon troupe in Sandakan after WWII. The necessary dragon and the percussion instruments were all imported from overseas. An experienced instructor, Master Tee (郑春虎) was commissioned to train selected clansmen (mainly strong, Hokkien coolies) to handle the dragon artfully. Master Tee was also entrusted with the tasks of training the association’s youths on the art of lion dances, with the two newly acquired “Golden Lions”. <br />
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The images below show the Hokkien Association’s dragon and lion troupes during a specially veneration ceremony at the court yard in front of the Sham Shing Kung. Present were all the Association’s top brass.<br />
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The redecorated Sham Shing Kung, as it appears today.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Houses Along Singapore Road</span><br />
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Some of the residents staying along this stretch of Singapore Road in the '50's included:<br />
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(Left Pix, Ground Floor) The Khoo's (1st Left unit), (Central Unit) Cheong Tam Yin's Furniture Workshop, (Right) Khoo Yong Kim (nick-named "Hawker Khoo", Hone Cup footballer) and his family/His brother in-law's family: the Chong's. <br />
(Top Floor) The Fong's (L) The Funk's (C) and others (R)<br />
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(Right Pix) From Left: the Koh's (my family!); the other unit of the same semi-detached house, the Lo's, in the next building (white) the Udarbe's (later the Kong's), next to this, Mok Peng Kuan (another Hone Cup footballer) and his family, then the Chan's, ....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDJYmGxmywfOfxwrpcCDdzg5EDa0xn0M5SpAeTyIgNb71FCzInE0JcQXlBTUXL5jkeN-LzyntN4VK5pehfVjXwCzPhCQWhInOSE3bFU1gmqM1CHwbf1SJLRKkxm88Dsqh78-D-hwE3RtD/s1600-h/DML006a_Spore+Rd+62.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427176575293901842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDJYmGxmywfOfxwrpcCDdzg5EDa0xn0M5SpAeTyIgNb71FCzInE0JcQXlBTUXL5jkeN-LzyntN4VK5pehfVjXwCzPhCQWhInOSE3bFU1gmqM1CHwbf1SJLRKkxm88Dsqh78-D-hwE3RtD/s400/DML006a_Spore+Rd+62.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 108px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBD1ztnPdWPsv1XySmQG2Eob8hBr-4juUWlQDVfd6CjMcN2HloukPoW-aBzQDs26PtJegaJQszCbKdv245m0lbehSBGqo5jNbmquMHVmql6QGj2_y0izQdFfU6QnZLR5tup9mdNJswmzw/s1600-h/DML006b_Spore+Rd+2008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427177441956183250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBD1ztnPdWPsv1XySmQG2Eob8hBr-4juUWlQDVfd6CjMcN2HloukPoW-aBzQDs26PtJegaJQszCbKdv245m0lbehSBGqo5jNbmquMHVmql6QGj2_y0izQdFfU6QnZLR5tup9mdNJswmzw/s320/DML006b_Spore+Rd+2008.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 245px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /></a>The same scene as it looks today. None of the original residents are staying along this stretch. Very few of the current residents there are Chinese.<br />
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As you turn right at the SRC, the former perimeter road of the padang is now truncated into a dead-end road. The residential houses along this stretch as shown in the pix below are (L-R) a semi-D house owned by the Liew's, next to it is the open space (badminton court), then the semi-D shared by the Ong's and the Abad's. Beyond, are several other houses, some of which are out of the photo. I used to meet up with Hong Kan Jai (Henry Hong) at one of these houses in the 50's before going for our numerous fishing ventures.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxpbIzZJCQFSmNDJgHcqqhXKW0dxCHuwE2hwGWIohKAKK3Io8FOF0RJq3ZGD7_-CDA_yxvndkB0dBhHH0HpcahDRlHgsffPZ1avSosOobqkKdDHG6hl4iu5pkyDAAPbY46GvhTlhkyNbS/s1600-h/DML006c1_SingRd2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376283205431826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxpbIzZJCQFSmNDJgHcqqhXKW0dxCHuwE2hwGWIohKAKK3Io8FOF0RJq3ZGD7_-CDA_yxvndkB0dBhHH0HpcahDRlHgsffPZ1avSosOobqkKdDHG6hl4iu5pkyDAAPbY46GvhTlhkyNbS/s400/DML006c1_SingRd2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglULX3cQUDg_e7VSRnS9Ya0lr4D2Tw0-TJ6AztEN_nEeBZ94UsBvhfXwaPM66dz1WfOpJlzBqlJzZNQRi6OEjqauDQ-KJwc-rqbCi4RvAlfegUYJZ9sHlrP4CDKIgCxyin3KbDoeCLBeAM/s1600-h/DML006c2_SporeRd2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432377827080080306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglULX3cQUDg_e7VSRnS9Ya0lr4D2Tw0-TJ6AztEN_nEeBZ94UsBvhfXwaPM66dz1WfOpJlzBqlJzZNQRi6OEjqauDQ-KJwc-rqbCi4RvAlfegUYJZ9sHlrP4CDKIgCxyin3KbDoeCLBeAM/s320/DML006c2_SporeRd2.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /></a>The same scene today, taken at a slightly different angle is shown at left.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Church and Schools</span><br />
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7.1 St. Mary's Church<br />
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Many contributed to the building of the Church -- not least, those students, especially the boarders who were 'drafted' (or on hind-sight, as some now light-heartedly said, 'forced') to carry out numerous vital tasks during its construction. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-SspycRmEbOojGMdXNcwDzX6SaZ5VCo211cIDSbzRgEID24zrZPTdG5xfECqZrg5UKcys4hq7GfLa_ZzHKFxcmDSdAqprUKduazkITjap37umqo2urqYRdYF7EQ_yvF1J4E9vW_Ia9ji/s1600-h/DML007a1_%230N-09(Church61).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445359142472965986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-SspycRmEbOojGMdXNcwDzX6SaZ5VCo211cIDSbzRgEID24zrZPTdG5xfECqZrg5UKcys4hq7GfLa_ZzHKFxcmDSdAqprUKduazkITjap37umqo2urqYRdYF7EQ_yvF1J4E9vW_Ia9ji/s400/DML007a1_%230N-09(Church61).jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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In the absence of low-loaders in the 50's, Fr. Mulders' small tractor (an Allis Chalmers) had to crawl its way from the town wharf to the church site. Before this could be done, the Government road had to be protected. This was where the "forced" labour came in as a work-gang, consisting of boarders from the school was ordered to place timber planks for the bulldozer to run on and then shift them to the front as soon as the tractor had passed.<br />
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On many occasions during the earth works stage, torrential rains carried the loosened earth into the natural drain alongside Church Road, badly affecting houses downstream (near the Health Centre). Again, boarders as well as day students were deployed to clear earth and debris from the compounds of houses affected. There were also instances where boarders had to be pulled out from their sleep to carry out emergency de-silting work.<br />
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It is great to see that after nearly half a century, the church is still standing proudly, a tribute to Fr. Mulders and the many people who directly or indirectly played a part in its construction. <br />
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7.3 St. Mary's Secondary School<br />
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In the early 50's, all the secondary students were relocated to classrooms in a new timber school block erected at the RC Mission's properties at Mile 2.5 North Road. <br />
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More than 50 years later, the same school block, with various renovations over the decades, stands serenely and majestically during a bright November day.<br />
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<b>8. GRANDMA'S BRICK HOUSE</b><br />
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No name was given to my maternal grandma's house situated along then Jalan Enam (6th Street, later renamed Jalan Empat) and opposite another equally old Sandakan landmark (Ming Sing School). We have always referred to it as the "Brick House".<br />
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The Brick House, probably built around the turn of the 19th/20th Centuries, can be seen in the above 1910 photo (arrowed). A similar building is located at its back. Only one of the two buildings survived the War. The two buildings, viewed from a different angle, are shown in the 1935 photo below.<br />
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In the late 50's, a series of structural problems such as decaying heavy purlins and other roof beams had grandma worried. In one particularly bad incident, a heavy beam fell while grandma and some guests were having a session of 'mahjong'. The resulting thundering crash had everbody badly shaken. Grandma decided to vacate it. It was a pity that during those days, there was no Government Department entrusted with the preservation of old buildings and the prewar relic had to be demolished for safety considerations. An exchange scheme was negotiated with a developer. Grandma would give up her land in return for 2 apartment units of a 7-floor concrete building to be constructed on it subsequently.<br />
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<i>This is the last picture of the Brick House (arrowed) taken by me. A giant image of HRH Prince Philip can be seen posted on the "Feng Shui" wall in front of the Ming Sing School. Prince Philip paid a visit to Sandakan that year.</i><br />
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<i>By the time this 1960/61 photograph was taken, the Brick House (arrowed) had become a memory!</i><br />
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The building located at the site of the Brick House today. Grandma stayed in one of her new apartments within this structure for about two years before she passed on. (The ownership of the 2 units belonging to her family has since been transferred.)<br />
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9. THE HOKKIEN ASSOCIATION BUILDING<br />
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In pre-WWII days, members of my family had involved themselves actively in the affairs of the Hokkien Association in Sandakan (HAS). Great grandfather Kim Hin, who was the second Capitan China of Sandakan (1895-98), must have played an important role in the establishment of the association itself in the late 1880’s. Great uncle Peck Chiok was amongst those appointed to the first Chinese Advisory Board Sandakan (CABS) by the Governor in 1929. He sat in the CAB as one one of the representatives from the Hokkien community. <br />
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<i>(The pre-WWII association building and the Pei Chi School, run by the association, were located along the Leila Road, backed by the hill opposite Kampong Gelam.)<br />
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<i>(Dad and Aunt Catherine appear in this group photo of badminton players representing Pei Chee alumni)</i> <br />
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<i>(Dad, Mum and Aunt Catherine are in this group photo marking the opening of the new sport field of the Pei Chi Alumni.)<br />
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<i>(A parallel event to that in the foregoing pix, celebrating the Pei Chi School's anniversary, taken with guests and students.) <br />
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<i>(Aunt Catherine taking part in a ceremony to launch the new dragon of the HAS)</i><br />
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<i>(The Hokkien Dragon Troupe performing during Double-ten celebration in Sandakan)<br />
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<i>(Group photo of teachers/alumni of Pei Chi School at an event to bid farewell to a departing teacher.) <br />
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<i>(Combined bands of the Pei Chi School/HAS)</i> <br />
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After the end of the 2nd World War in 1945, a temporary association building was put up (above).<br />
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This building served the HAS right up to the time of the completion and the occupation of the new building at the reclamation close by. Amongst the last functions performed there was the Annual General Meeting and the awarding of scholarships to members' children on Lunar New Year Day, 1964 (below).<br />
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The permanent building of the association was completed in 1963/4. The photo below shows the New HAS Building, standing prominently and alone, with most of the commercial spaces yet to be rented out.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">UNCHANGED MELODY</span><br />
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Half a century may have lapsed, some scenes seem to have stood still...<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(A) An empty lot in the Municipality</span><br />
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In 1962, workmen are putting the finishing touches to a building just completed along Jalan Tiga (left pix). As required by regulations or practice, reinforcement bars are left extruding from the completed structure to enable the owner of the building in the next lot to link his future structure to.<br />
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Nearly 47 years on, as shown in the right pix, the owner of the empty town lot has yet to put up his building. The only changes are the few windows and awnings built into the empty wall.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(B) Our Old House</span><br />
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Like the balladeer of this Scottish song, I went back to the scenes of my childhood recently and dropped by the old house which my family stayed in between 1958 and 1962 . It was located at Mile 2.75. North Road, behind the Mobile Gas Station.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">........50 years later...<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
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(Left)The front yard is now used as a storage area. (Right) The main stair is obscured. Probably the present occupants are gaining access to the building via the back door to the kitchen area shown in the last pix (below)<br />
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(L) A close-up view of the porch which used to be a serene setting for family activities. Some of my elders would escape boredom by playing endless games of mahjong here. (R) The kitchen out-house still looks the same. On the gentle hill-slope to the right was where we used to maintain a crop of pineapples. Today, the slope is practically gone. It too becomes an extended storage area. Worse still, the earth works in the adjacent lot has caused a lot of mud and slime to course through the ground floor area which was our table tennis venue 50 years ago!<br />
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In 1958, my family bought the house from a retiring building contractor. Now it is again owned by a contractor. After half a century, the ownership seems to have turned a full cycle!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">GREEN GAMES</span><br />
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In the 50’s, just a few years after WWII, life was hard for most people in general. For kids growing up, manufactured toys were few and only the kids of the wealthy could afford them. Nevertheless, we were blessed by the abundance of nature’s offerings that we could convert into to simple toys or used them in our games without adaptation. The following are a few samples:- <br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">(A) Water Crackers</span><br />
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Along most natural streams and man-made drains, a species of small flowering plants with beautiful, blue blooms could be found. These flowers (Ruellia or Mexican Petunia) would generally bloom for a few hours. Eventually tiny green pods would emerge. When ripened, they would turn brown to dark. That would be the time when they would explode in contact with water (e.g. during rain showers). In this way, their seeds would be scattered into the running water, propagating the species to some spots nearby or downstream. Although the soft cracks of these exploding pods were hardly audible, to a child’s make-belief mind, they were as loud as conventional fire crackers! Children would collect the ripened pods and then drop them into water to watch them split open “noisily”. Inadvertently, they were also giving nature a helping hand. Such flowering plants are still readily found in most of our drains around urban areas. However, the crackles from these exploding pods are less audible due to the heavy (noisy) traffic environment.<br />
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Ruellia (Mexican Petunia)<br />
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