Something Gotta Go 2....

For some reasons, some things are best be shared even though they are not really ours. That some things like memories we hold close to our hearts, are part of our reasons to rejoice. And then, there will come a time even memories have to be erased... Just when you thought these memories will always be there whenever you feel like looking back, more often than not, you take them for granted until you learned that one day one is going to slip before your eyes...

Saturday morning saw me heading happily to Wan Intan's house. She is about the only closest relative I have here in Butterworth. Wan Intan is not a natural 'wan' like me, but being a second-cousin aunt, we normally attached a 'wan' to the names of aunts and an 'Ayah' to uncles. 'Wan' here means emak saudara (aunt). Wan Intan is my late father's second cousin from her (wan intan's) maternal side -  related through my great-grandmother who married my great-grandfather who is a 'Wan'. And that makes my great-grandmother and Wan Intan's grandmother, siblings, and my grandfather and Wan Intan's mother, first cousins... wow...punya ler bersoreh!  Confused? You tell me! One of my first cousins from my mother's side called us 'keluarga 69'! Muahahahaha))

I was going to Wan Intan's house that morning when she called me to collect my things which she had bought for me and some gifts which she wanted to give on her recent trip to England.

But what I did not expect at all when I reached her house, was the signage posted outside her home and it took me a while to compose myself before I decided to take some pictures of it....

Oh no! Not this house that has marked many occasions. In any situation, I see myself come and go as I wish like it is of my own grandparents place. This is a house in the heart of Butterworth on a prime land.
I can only imagine another developer eager to tear this one down when the time comes. :'(

Like that one house, this one is very special to me too. I first came to visit Pah Chu and Tok Su, when I was about eleven. This imposing house is very warm with friendly people living here. Tok Su was a scholar and his formidable persona intimidated me so much....hikhik! I would hide from him every time he was around but secretly I love the way he spoke in English. I was told by my late father that Tok Su was his English Language master in MCKK who made him define the word 'IS'! And I remember now, he was the one who used a lot of the word 'uncouth' on his mischievous grandchildren when they were loud ...haha! He was practically my walking dictionary. Pah Chu on the other hand was a very loving lady who loved me like I was her own grandchild.

Anyway, when I saw Wan Intan that day, she told me it was a unanimous decision she and her siblings have come to. I toured about the house and told her I was going to miss this house once the deal is done. And she said, she cried when they made the decision. But like I said before....something gotta go...

 Pictures of arwah Tok Su (Dato' Salleh) and arwah Pah Chu Nuteh

and some of the family photos....

  

I'm going to miss this place but certainly not the memories.. :'(