Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Back To My Hometown, The place I used to be grow up when I was a small kid.
Parit Unas, Muar is a very small, quiet place and of course it is a village (it is also called "Kampung" in Malay). My Grandma house was located there and there was the place I started to understand about this world.
Let me explain about its history. When the time the Japanese soldiers were still fighting at China, a lot of Chinese from there were trying their best to run away from war. So, some of them were landed at this place through Malacca Strait.
My Grandpa is from Tang Shan, somewhere of China and My Grandma is a Singaporean. They was married at there without knowing each other before. Last time, they didn't have the chance to do something like this couple:
So how this place become a village from nothing? The main reason is because there has a small port for fishermans to look for their income to support their family.
Beside this, another reason is here has a temple at the beginning and 2 more temples were builded up after quite many years later. Last time, this very small and old temple was built because of fishermans can pray for a safe trip for their everytime of going out to the middle of the sea. Chinese always has a little of superstition.
Because of this, 2 more temples built up and it started to attract more people to come here to pray for themselves, especially during Chinese New Year period.They like to pray to the god for hoping a better luck, better fortune and better health for whole new year. So how they get the advise from god? I don't know what is this call in English but in chinese, it called "Qian", The Advises from God. Trust it or not, it is all depend on you.
It helps to bring the opportunity for the villages to start up some small business to sell some local product. My Grandparents were one of them but nowadays their health are not as good as last time so we decided to stop them for continuing the business. This picture is remind me when I was small, I was always helping them up and it was quite fun actually. This part of my memory is can't be forgotten.
Day after day, people there is getting old and their children is growing up and move away from this very quiet village including my parents as well for looking a better job to support the family. But before this, my father used to be a fisherman and he said this is a very tough job and risky.
You need to maintain your boat when you are free no matter how hot is the weather...
Plan for taking a break? Here is the place for them to take a break...
They don't even have the time to take a proper bath during the working period no matter how bad the weather is....
So, that is roughly about fisherman's life at there. How about the children there? When I was small, when the time the computer was still very expensive, internet connection was still very expensive and slow, what do we played at the moment? Here is the answer..
We can spend a whole afternoon to just sit there for fishing. Sounds very boring huh? When you can manage to catch a fish, that will be very satisfying.
Seriously, I don't know what is this called but we used to catch this kind of small fish last time. Because I am the only one who don't know how to swim so most of the time I was just sit on a place to watch them catching those fishes. What a waste...
This collection means a lot to me because it is a major part of my memory when I was small. The moment with my grandparents and playing around with my sibling and cousins.This collection is full with my feeling about my hometown, the place I used to grow up when I was small.....
(Sorry for posting too many pictures for my final project here but I think these are still not enough to describe about my hometown... hope you will enjoy these. the pictures is really priceless because the goverment is going to develope this area so maybe few years later I can't see those old, wooden houses at there anymore. In fact, a lot of houses was dismantled for preparing for the development, including my grandparent house as well, the house they used to live more than 60 years...) This is one of the houses are still existing at there.
I submit this series as my final project of photography. Hope you will enjoy these...
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