Church of Christ, Moulmein Road — A Little Piece of Hubby's Childhood

All Are Welcome

Aunty: “Hello! Anybody remember a little boy who attended kindergarten here many years ago?”

Church: “Aiyoh, Aunty! So many little children have come through over the years!”

The familiar blue signboard at 131 Moulmein Road. Nothing particularly grand about it, but to hubby, this was a place connected to his childhood.

I was here on a little mission — to capture a few memories for him before the building changed.

A Glimpse Through the Gate

Aunty: “Hello, anybody home? Can I come in for a little look?”

Church: “Sorry, Aunty. The gates are already closed.”

Aunty: “Aiyoh! Never mind lah. At least let me take a few photographs for hubby.”

By the time I visited, the premises had already been fenced off, so I could only photograph the church from outside the gate.

Still, I was glad to capture its familiar frontage, with the cross standing proudly above the entrance, before its appearance changed.

Reaching for the Sky

Aunty: “Hello up there! Why are you standing so tall?”

Spire: “So you can still see me from outside the gate, Aunty!”

Aunty: “Good! One more photograph for hubby's memory album!”

With the church already fenced off, I tilted my camera upwards for one last look at its roof and slender spire.

Against the blue sky and drifting clouds, it was a quiet reminder of a place that had been part of hubby's childhood.

Little Details, Lasting Memories

Aunty: “Wait, wait! One more photograph!”

Hubby: “How many more are you taking?”

Aunty: “Your old kindergarten deserves a proper farewell, mah!”

A closer look at the cross, patterned ventilation blocks and decorative details on the church facade.

I couldn't enter the premises, but at least I managed to preserve a few glimpses of the building for hubby.

Perhaps one day, when he looks at these photographs again, they'll bring back memories of his kindergarten days.

A New Place to Gather

Aunty: “Hello! Everybody moved house already ah?”

Notice: “We've shifted our worship services to Oasia Hotel!”

Aunty: “Aiyoh, luckily I came to take these photographs before everything changed!”

A notice at the gate informed visitors that worship services had been relocated.

Although I couldn't step inside hubby's former kindergarten, I was glad to have captured a few photographs of the familiar old building before its reconstruction.

Buildings may change, but childhood memories don't have to disappear with them.

A Little Piece of Yesterday

My little photography mission for hubby was completed. Although I couldn't step inside, at least I managed to capture a few photographs of the church before its familiar appearance changed.

Perhaps these five simple photographs will bring back a few memories of his kindergarten days — the little boy he once was, and the place where he spent part of his childhood.

Buildings may change, but the memories we carry remain.

And I'm glad I managed to save a little piece of his yesterday.