Life with the RIZAAIMMs (1)

Life with the RIZAAIMMs (1)

INTRODUCTION.........

We were really one big family 2+8 (less 1, doa for our little brother).Because of the size of the family and the aggressiveness of the kids, Roslan, Iskandar and Amran were 'given' to their grandfather in Telok Anson. Those days all of us met during school holidays and hari raya ,usually at Telok Anson.Those who stayed with mom and dad, were used to moving from one place to another. Reason being, father was a policeman.We moved whenever he 'moves', everywhere from Tapah to Gurun to Kuala Kubu Bahru to Malacca to Tampin to Penang to Kuala Lumpur.....

WHEN WE WERE KIDS........

Remebering the good ole days in Tampin (Dad was the company commander of 7th Batallion Police Field force), where we explored the camp in and out from barracks to the obstacle course.The batallion was not able to play the bugle one day because ISKANDAR took it away from the barracks. On weekends, we will pack Dad's jungle rations and journeyed outside the camp, through underpassage below the security fence, passing rubber trees, vegetable patches, railwaylines ...finally ending under a railway line hump. There we cooked rice and sardines whilst playing with the cool water that runs through.On the way back , sometimes chased by dogs and mischeviously put stones on the railway lines. And we cultivate and had our own corn field beside other neighbours corn field. The problem was that other neighbours maize was larger than us, so we felt envious and 'plucked' some of those maize. Mom did not not know of this but nevertheless we had good bubur jagung from mom.

And there was the incident where Lan, Nande' and Nain was reported missing at Gunung Tampin. Dad ordered one of his platoon to make a 'search and rescue' operation and managed to locate these three trouble makers later in the night (boys being boys). Remembered also when on the eve of Hari Raya, all we boys will gather at the tennis court and blasted our 'meriam buloh' making a hell of a noise for the whole camp. And the people knows its those scroundel kids of Yahya. Well ,we really stamped our mark in that camp....

IN TELOK ANSON.......

Telok Anson where our Pak Tok and Mak Tok (Dad's parents) stayed was a hive of activities during Hari Raya. There were 2 locations i.e. the old house at Pasir Bedamar and the new house at Eastern Garden. Lan, Nande' and Amran was always happy when we arrived jam packed in Dads' Volvo car. All our cousins were there and we had great times. Usually our uncle Pak Lang organised sporting games for us, be it badminton or bicycle racing, and Pak Sham will organised his 'Ganda Wang Pak Sham'. Before Hari Raya we will help Pak Lang to build a big 'STAR' and light it up infront of the house...it brings the joy to us kids.

Leaning Tower of Telok Anson

And one would not forget the 'rich' Pak Chak, Dad's cousin, who would bring loads of fireworks to play with. It was just fun those days.....

Bunga Api 'Pak Chak'

KELANTAN...................

Our Tok Ayah and Tok (mom's parents, mom's step father) stayed in Gua Musang and eventually moved to Pasir Mas located at Jalan Meranti. Our grandmother those days were called 'Hajah Che Jah Mas Sepuloh' because she did some gold business.Our mom took the trade and diligence from her.Apart from that , we had also another tok, Tok Ayah Salor who was my mom's real father staying in Salor Pasir Mas.

When we do go to Kelantan (Pasir Mas), with 8 of us in the car, you can imagine how we packed ourself in the car.But first of all, mom, would wake up in the morning and prepare all the packed food because of the long journey, coffee is a must in the flask for dad to drink whilst driving. In the car Marina and Marziah will sit in front with mom, the rest behind the car with one sleeping just under the back window screen, 2 on the floor. Strangely, we survived the whole journey.

Dad's Volvo 122, where we were packed like sardines

Dad's second Volvo 144

******Story telled by Affendi******