Rereading the story of our search for Great Grandpa's village brings back a beautiful memory. Truly, it is another milestone in search of our roots, but also a memorable milestone in our journey of Life. Linking is very useful thing. Andrew Chunis. Popular Posts. Chinese New Year celebration: Then and Now. Nyonya sarong kebaya and peranakan pantun. Ayam Pongteh Nyonya stewed chicken : From a nyonya kitchen. A day trip to Masjid Lama Machap, Melaka.
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In search of our root How it began The bedroom door flew open and a little girl burst breathlessly through the room and plopped herself onto the pillow beside me. Moment after she had left the room, I was left alone to reflect about my paternal grandpa who had passed away long before I was born. I remember that long -ago days when as a teenager I used to listen to the many interesting stories my parents would tell about grandpa. Feeling inspired by the interest shown by my granddaughter towards her grandpa, I decided to write something about my own grandpa.
Then it dawned on me I did not even know his name. Other then knowing that he had emigrated from China, I had no information about his place of origin in China. Suddenly I remembered about a small green notebook. Inside the tin I found a green notebook and birth certificates secured with red ribbon. I was told to copy the details in the birth certificates into the green note book. Years passed. Mother had passed away and the green notebook too became a forgotten item.
Could I find the information I was looking for in the notebook? Under a pile of files and worn envelopes I found the small notebook. Its cover was slightly frayed and its green colour had paled. Armed with the little information, I wrote a short account about grandpa. My wife read the story and she said. Although the story was not much of a literary work it did generate an interest, an interest that was almost contagious.
