Sunday, August 24, 2014

Mama and Ah Kong

            One day, when my cousins had come to my house to play, one of them had the great idea of trying to mend relations between our grandmother and grandfather.




            We decided to write each a note, purportedly from the other, saying that he or she wanted to make up. Unfortunately, our ploy did not work. I suppose our handwriting gave us away.


            My grandparents, alas, continued to be at loggerheads with each other, despite the fact that they lived under the same roof. My grandmother had for some reason taken offence with my grandfather, so even though my grandfather would drop sly hints of a rich widow who was interested in him, my grandmother refused to make up with him. Nonetheless, she continued to cook for him and fold his clothes after they had been washed by the washerwoman.

 

            One of the dishes which my grandfather loved was "pong tauhu". This is a soup with strips of turnip and meatballs made of minced pork, mashed up tauhu and either minced pork or pieces of crabmeat (see picture above). He probably liked the dish as it was soft and easy to chew. Neither he nor Mama had any teeth, as they had been advised years ago by a dentist to remove all their teeth. As a result, they both had to rely on dentures. This became a problem for my grandmother, as her gums started giving way.
 

            I sometimes think one reason why my grandpa continued to stay with my grandmother was her cooking. Despite having had little education, as her family could not afford to educate her, she was great at planning our menu and at executing it. Another reason was perhaps because of her smile. One day, after coming back from school (I worked as a teacher for some time),  Mama suddenly woke up as I sat by her bedside. On realising that her hands were not tied (we had tied them to stop her from pulling out her feeding tube), she gave a sudden smile, said, "I'm not tied!" and went back to sleep. Meanwhile, I had been stunned by how pretty she looked when she smiled. This was when she was about 94 or 95 years of age. I suppose my grandfather must have been charmed by that same smile.

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