Back Again After Ten Years
A proper return visit—2016 to 2026! And because the Centre brings back so much of mychildhood, this time I'm walking in with ten years of memories behind me.
Aunty: “I first visited in 2016. Ten years later, here I am again.”
Samsui Woman: “Then come in with your memories, Aunty.”
Aunty: “I will. So much here feels familiar to my childhood—and your hard work and contribution deserve to be remembered too.”
A Moment To Remember
Wah, she makes me pause before even stepping inside. There’s something quietly powerful about beginning this visit with a tribute to the Samsui women and all the hard work they did.
Aunty: “Before we go in, let’s stop here and pay our respects.”
Samsui Woman: “Remember the women who worked hard and made their contribution.”
Aunty: “We do. Your hard work deserves to be remembered—and today, I’m carrying that thought inside with me.”
Ten Rooms, Countless Stories
Wah, even before I step inside, this place is already calling me in—ten rooms, one house, countless stories! And I'm returning after ten years, with my own childhood memories waiting to join the adventure.
Aunty: “Come, come! Plenty to discover here!”
Chinatown Heritage Centre: “And plenty of memories waiting for you too.”
Aunty: “I first visited in 2016. Now I’m back—let’s see what feels familiar from my childhood, and what new stories I discover!”
What made the visit so special—each room opened another little door to my childhood. I wasn't just looking at old things; I had a story or memory ready to come out!
Exhibits: “Aunty, do you remember this?”
Aunty: “Remember? I’ve got a whole story for you!”
A Sign With Character
Ooh, this is exactly the kind of sign that makes me stop in my tracks—the raised characters climbing right up the pillar have so much character!
Pillar: “Aunty, don’t just walk past—look up and admire my sign lah!” 😄
Aunty: “I love this kind of signage. So grand, so eye-catching… no need to shout, the pillar already has presence!”
Pillar: “At last, someone noticed me! Everyone keeps rushing inside.”
Aunty: “Aiyo, you put the sign right in my path. How can I not stop and admire you?”
Pillar: “Good. Take one more photo before you go in!”
Aunty: “Don’t tempt me—I might photograph you more than the exhibits!”
All Set And Ready
This ticket looks more ready than! It’s practically saying, “Stop checking me and let’s go in already!”
Ticket: “Aunty, I’m ready. Chinatown Heritage Centre, here we come!”
Aunty: “Okay, okay, don’t hurry me lah. I’m making sure everything is in place.”
Ticket: “Once we’re inside, you can start exploring.”
Aunty: “Exploring? This is a revisit after ten years! Those old memories may keep me there all day.”
Ticket: “Then shall I lead the way?”
Aunty: “Lead on! But if I suddenly stop to remember something, just be patient hor.”
Follow The Clogs
No need to ask which way—the wooden clogs are already leading the parade! Click-clack, click-clack… I’d better keep up before they disappear around the corner.
Follow The Clogs
Aunty: “Follow the wooden clogs? Okay, lead the way!”
Clogs: “Click-clack, click-clack! No stopping!”
Aunty: “Wah, so fierce! I only just arrived—don’t turn this into a clog race.”
Clogs: “The stories are waiting ahead!”
Aunty: “I’m coming, I’m coming. But if you lead me in circles, I’m coming back to ask for directions, hor!”
The Curtain Door
This curtain door could keep the doorway covered, but the neighbours probably still knew who was coming and going!
Aunty: “Many of my neighbours had a curtain like this instead of a proper door.”
Curtain: “I did my best to keep the entrance covered!”
Aunty: “You did lah, but privacy? Not so much. Anyone walking past could still know the house was busy.”
Curtain: “At least I could sway in the breeze!”
Aunty: “True. You were a door with a little extra ventilation!”
Through The Curtain, Into The Past
Lift this curtain and who knows what old memories will come tumbling out! Aunty better be ready—this little doorway may lead straight into a time tunnel.
Aunty: “Up you go, curtain! Let’s see where this time tunnel takes us.”
Curtain: “Step through carefully. There may be memories waiting on the other side.”
Aunty: “Aiyo, I only wanted to peek inside!”
Curtain: “You said ‘time tunnel’—I’m just doing my job!”
Aunty: “Okay lah, lead on. But if I start recalling everything from the old neighbourhood, don’t expect me to come out so quickly!”
The Tailor Shops
💭 Aunty Remembers....
Wah, the time tunnel has landed me right near my old home! Two tailor shops just a few doors away—and Aunty had her own reason to visit each one.
Aunty: “Uncle, are you throwing away those little bits of cloth?”
Tailor Uncle: “These scraps? You can take them.”
Aunty: “Thank you! Treasure for me, rubbish for you!”
Then at the other shop…
Black-and-white TV: “Aunty, back again?”
Aunty: “I’m just passing by…”
TV: “You’ve been ‘just passing by’ for half the show!”
Aunty: “Aiyo, don’t expose me lah. The programme is too good to miss!”
A Switch From Another Time
These switches look like they needed a proper flick—nothing like the rocker switches we press so casually today. Yes... they made a satisfying little click!
Aunty: “So, do I press you up or down?”
Switch: “Give me a proper flick lah!”
Aunty: “Wah, so particular! The modern rocker just quietly goes up and down.”
Switch: “Exactly! We old-timers deserve a little more attention!”
The Click-Click Band
💭 Aunty Remembers...
These switches weren’t just part of the house—they were Aunty’s no-playmate, click-click entertainment!
Aunty: “No playmates to play with? Never mind, I’ll go around the house and find myself some toys!”
Up went the stable chair, and the switch concert began.
Switches: “Click! Click! Click!”
Then came a shout from the bathroom: “Who keeps turning the light on and off?”
Aunty: “Aiyo, the audience heard my concert already!”
The Scrap Collector
💭 Aunty Remembers...
Who needed a toy shop when the tailor had a whole table of treasures? This looks like the place I used to visit for my collection.
Tailor uncle’s throwaways were not throwaways to little Aunty lah—cloth scraps for toys, and tailor chalk bits and thread cores for the collection too! Ahem, I had an eye for treasure.
Nothing went to waste when little Aunty was around. I was the Recycle HOD before I even knew what HOD meant!
A Heroine’s Weapon
💭 Aunty Remembers...
Little Aunty: Uncle, if you’re throwing any of these away, let me know ah.
Uncle Tailor: You need a ruler?
Little Aunty: No lah! I need a wooden sword for my heroine role-play!
A wooden sword was clearly essential equipment lah!
The Pedal Put Me Off
Everyone: Did you try the sewing machines?
Aunty: Of course… NO!
Everyone: Scared the needle would poke you?
Aunty: No, no, no! The needle didn’t scare me. Stepping on that pedal was too tiring for little me lah! My heroine role-play already had enough action!
Mama’s Egg Mug
Those drinking glasses are pretty—but that little covered enamel mug has stolen the show for me. It’s carrying a whole breakfast memory!
Aunty: Look at those lovely glasses… but this enamel mug reminds me of Mama’s half-boiled eggs.
Mama would make them for me in a mug like this, then cover it to keep them warm.
Aunty: The glasses are beautiful, but I know which one I’d be waiting beside at breakfast!
Backstage For An Autograph
I bought a few photos of Chen Bao Zhu and Siao Fang Fang
When they came to Singapore, I’d wait by the backstage door, hoping to get their autographs.
Classmates: You got their autographs?!
Aunty: Yes! And the next day, I brought them to school to show off. Hahaha!
The Laundry Shop
Aunty: “Wait, I remember these from a laundry shop near home!”
Someone: “The tailor’s shop?”
Aunty: “No lah, the laundry shop! That’s where I saw the old iron, sleeve board and water spray.”
More Treasures Waiting!
Aunty thought she was simply visiting a heritage centre, but so many familiar sights brought back memories of her younger days.
And this is only the beginning! There are still plenty of little treasures waiting to be discovered.
Aunty: “Aiyoh, so many memories! Are we finished already?”
Heritage Centre: “Finished? Aunty, you've only just started!”
Come along to Part 2. Our walk down memory lane continues!
More childhood treasures await! Continue to Part 2 here.
Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 2: More Treasures, More Childhood Memories
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