Step Into Chinatown's Past

   

Before piped water was made available, water was transported to Chinatown from Ang Siang Hill
by bullock carts. Hence that's how the name came about. 

It is again that time of the year we go to Chinatown for the Chinese New Year shopping. In the heart of Chinatown at Pagoda Street are three adjoining units of shophouses. In it chronicles the history of Chinatown. Stories about coolies, samsui women and rickshaw pullers who escape poverty from their homeland made perilous journey to Singapore for better prospects. The 15 exhibition galleries across three floors invite visitors to walk through dim narrow corridors along with crammed cubicles depicting what each households was like in the past.

 

Variety of Trades in Chinatown

Chinese coolies were labourers engaged mainly in menial hard labour working in godowns, wharves, plantations and mines. They did back breaking tasks such as loading and unloading sacks of goods. Women working at the construction sites were known as Samsui woman. They endured hardships balancing loaded pails or baskets filled with bricks, cement on a pole across their shoulders. From their meagre pay they earned, life was frugal, working tirelessly to support their families back home.

  

Clans Association

   

Secret societies and clan associations were formed by immigrants who shared similar ancestry or Chinese hometowns. Back then secret societies would help peasants pay for their passage to come here and help them get a job. Clan Association connected the new migrants with their fellow country man to settle in. Lawlessness prevailed in those days. Gang members would extort protection money from shopkeepers and residents on the pretext of protecting them from harassment by other gangs. With the proliferation of these societies, conflicts and clashes among them were inevitable. They became a menace to society in latter days in the 1840's.

 Selling poultry

 

Roadside Vegetable Stall

 

Hawker selling food

Residents putting up in these stuffy shophouse would turn to the streets and five foot ways as an extension of their living area. It also became a playground to many families. Chinatown was a busy thoroughfare of activities. In the day, it was a market place. Before dusk set in, it would turn into a food street and bazaar. Coolies returning to their quarters after a day of hard work, resort to inhaling opium to relieve their tired bodies of aches and soreness. Others escaped their drudgery by drinking, gambling or going to the brothels. These were the vices that led many astray, causing them to lose everything to these addictions. Many came intending to return to China after earning some money. In the end, most stayed and made this foreign land their home.

Narrow Corridor

Domestic Workers - Majie

Seamstress Cubicle

Samsui Women Cubicle

Cross Section of the 3 storey shophouse

A typical soot stained kitchen

Quick meal just beside the kitchen

Ground Floor Tailor Shop

  

The Chinatown Heritage Centre recreated these original interiors of its shophouse tenants in the 1950's, offering visitors a glimpse into the livelihood of Chinatown's early impoverished residents. Poverty, diseases and dirty living conditions were common in over populated areas. It is good to have this place to pay homage to those who had contributed to Singapore's development through their hard work. Sad to say the condition of the place has slide since it opened in July 2002. I hope they will spruce up this place. You'll know what I mean if you were here stepping into the lobby. 

I'd better be going as I have some spring cleaning to do on my part back home. Till then . . . take care.

Kampong Glam

     Whoopee . . . the weekend is here ! ! Time for another update. I headed straight to Kampong Glam as promised . . to this Malay Heritage Centre. Admission is free for this

month because it is reopened early this month by our Prime Minister after a makeover.

The New Look
   

       Before it converted into a  museum, it was home to Malay royalty in Singapore. Tengku Mohammed Ali built the Istana in 1840 at Sultan Gate. This modest palatial residence was designed by colonial architect George D. Coleman. So you think Glam comes from the word glamorous, however in this case 'Glam' is the name of a particular tree that grew in this area in early Singapore.

  

     On this hazy afternoon, to think that I'm stepping into a palace is a great privilege. It is the next best thing to being in a castle. Most of the castles I have dreamed of going are all in my head. Oh, I did actually go to one and that was Cinderella's Castle. Not kidding of course. 

  

    After taking off my footwear, it felt like entering a house. The smell of fresh paint greeted me, the place doesn't look a day over 169. I climbed the wooden stairs to the second storey to where the history begins . . . .     

    The Reception

Introducing Kampong Gelam as a Port Town

Gallery dedicated to our Pioneers

  

 Kettledrum & Ceremonial Belt Buckles

Fishing as a means of livelihood in early Singapore

Fishing Nets & Baskets

Models of Boats from Sampans to Ships

 Alternative means Of Livelihood

Items used in jobs by hawkers, mason,etc

  

Shops selling carpets, clothes & batik

Hallway Gallery featuring Malay Pioneers

   Upon entering this gallery, I was surprised and happy to see two rows of cinema seats. Time to sit back, relax to see what the black and white clips were about. Snippets of old Malay movies. Then it showed the 1956 film 'Sumpah Orang Minyak' (The Curse Of The Oily Man). I finally get a glimpse of what it was about. It also brought me back to my schooldays when the whole class begged Sister Margaret, our form teacher to tell us the story about this Oily Man covered with oil roaming the streets at night. This is a number of Malay ghost myths. We sat rapt with attention listening to every word she said. One of the unforgetable moments I had enjoyed in my secondary school life.

Gamelan Ensemble

Ground floor galleries dedicated to music, arts and literature

Kuda Kepang. a tradition dance

Out at the lawn was music played by the Gamelan ensemble. This is the first time I see a Kuda Kepang performance. I noticed the dancers were riding the horses were being whipped and did not feel a thing. Later I learned that the performancers were actually in a trance. They would walk on coals, eat glass or grass.

With the re-opening of the Heritage Centre, a month long of programmes have been lined up. On a final note, I relived some old memories and discovered some nuggets of the Malay culture. I do love being in this palace because it felt very homey.

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