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My Granny

Just after WWII, my granny took me to her brother’s farm off Upper Thomson Road, to stay for a few days.  It was a Chinese village with vegetable plots, ponds, pigs, chickens and a wayang stage. I spent my time playing with other children on the wayang stage and watching life in the pond.  As a primary school boy, I engaged talking about farming with my granny. To this day, I still have memories of wanting to run a farm with my granny. My granny passed away more than 10 years ago at the age of 100.