Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 3: One Last Look Before Heading Upstairs

Missed Part 2? Catch up on our earlier Level 1 treasures here!

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 2: More Treasures, More Childhood Memories

 

One Room, Whole Family

The sign says this cubicle belonged to a master tailor and his family.

The older children slept on the floor, while the younger ones shared the wooden bed with their parents. The room was small, but every corner had a job: the bed for sleeping, the drawers for keeping things, and the top of the dresser for all the daily essentials.

Aunty looked at the room and wondered, “Two adults and four children… how everyone squeeze in?”

Child: “Papa, where should I sleep?”

Papa: “Find a little space on the floor, ah.”

Aunty: “And if one person turns over in the night, everybody must shift together!”

Mama’s Dresser Cupboard 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

This dresser cupboard brought back Mama’s own one at home. She kept her little round foldable mirror, face powder, bottles of cologne and—of course—her egg pot on top. A piece of glass covered the cupboard, with old black-and-white photos tucked underneath: Papa at work, Papa and Mama together, and two studio portraits of little Aunty. Every bit of space had a use!

Mirror: “Excuse me, can I have a little space to open?”

Egg pot: “You all make room for me too, hor!”

A little family gallery, right there beneath the glass.

Meals Around The Table 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

The museum’s display shows the tailor’s family and apprentices sharing simple home-cooked meals. All those bowls, kettles and food containers gathered on the table look so familiar!

Most of my neighbours served dinner on the floor, sitting cross-legged as the family ate together. Aunty was quite fortunate: we had the whole floor unit to ourselves, and our family owned a round marble-top dining table, just like the ones in the old kopitiam.

Little Aunty: “Wah, our dining table looks like the kopitiam one!”

Mama: “Kopitiam or not, finish your dinner first, ah!”

Up High And Out Of Reach 

Little Aunty: “What’s up there? Can I look see?”

Mama: “Look with your eyes, ah. Hands cannot reach!”

And even underneath the altar, there was still room for baskets and household things. Every bit of space put to good use!

An Old Letterbox 

This weathered wooden letterbox must have watched over many comings and goings. I wonder what those faded markings once said—and how many letters slipped through its opening.

Aunty: “Any good news inside? Wedding invitation? Love letter?”

Letterbox: “Aunty, you come all this way just to kachak into me ah?” 

Salted Fish And Dried Vegetables 

💭 Aunty Remembers…

This was such a common sight at my old house. Turn left and I came face to face with salted fish; turn right and there were dried vegetables. Aiyo, just turning around brought the old kitchen memories back!

Little Aunty: “Mama, why the fish looking at me?” 

Our Old Kitchen 

💭 Aunty Remembers…

This kitchen display was almost a replica of the one we had at home. We used firewood to light the stove, so it had to be chopped almost every other day. And in those days, there was no microwave or electric toaster—everything was done over the stove fire.

When I was much older, I helped chop the firewood too. Ouch, those splinters in my fingers!

Aunty: “No microwave, no toaster… everything must go over the fire?”

The Stove: “That’s right! And don’t forget the firewood!”

Aunty’s Fingers: “We remember the splinters!” 

Water Saved For A Rainy Day 

💭 Aunty Remembers…

After the water shortage and shutdown, Grandpa installed a “well” like this so we could store water just in case. We also kept rainwater in buckets, saving it for washing the floor.

Little Aunty:: “Grandpa, why are there so many buckets?”

Grandpa: “Better to have water ready when we need it!”

Rainwater Bucket: “And I’m for the floor, Aunty—don’t use me for anything else!” 

But...Grandpa’s emergency “well” had a second job: tortoise nursery!

Little Aunty: “Grandpa, you store the water—I’ll look after the tortoises!”

Tortoises: “Little one, is this a well or our new home?” 

The Toilet And The Not-So-Safe Door 

💭 Aunty Remembers…

This display brings back memories of the toilet with the night-soil bucket—and the bathroom with its “not too safe” door. The most challenging part was deciding who got to use the toilet just after the bucket had been replaced. Suddenly, everyone wanted the first turn! And whenever I went into the bathroom, I was afraid that one sneeze would make the door fall right off.

Little Aunty: “The bucket’s been changed! Can I go first?”

Everyone: “Wait your turn, little one!” 

The Door: “And please don’t sneeze! I’m barely hanging on!” 

Mama’s Kitchen Sounds 

💭 Aunty Remembers…

Wow, all the essential kitchen utensils are here! Looking at this display, I can almost hear Mama pounding chillies with the mortar and pestle—thok, thok, thok! That sound was so familiar in our kitchen.

Little Aunty: “Mama, what are you pounding?”

Mama: “Chillies! Keep your fingers away from the pestle!”

Mortar: “Aiyo, every day I kena thok-thok!” 

A Window Up High

I looked up and spotted this little louvred window perched above the rough old wall. It seemed to be keeping an eye on everything below.

Aunty: “Hello up there! What can you see from your high-up seat?”

Window: “Everything, Aunty! And nobody can see me peeking!” 

The One And Only Bamboo Ladder

There were no metal foldable ladders in those days—just bamboo ladders for maintenance and thatching. We had only one at home, and little Aunty was banned from going near it. Safety first for me… and for the ladder! 

Little Aunty: “I only want to look!”

Bamboo Ladder: “Good! You stay there, and I’ll stay standing!” 

Laundry Day At The Old House

Water was stored in ceramic urns, with the washboard and metal bucket always ready. Mama still had plenty of laundry to do, so we’d better not disturb her! Little Aunty was patiently queuing for her turn to use the metal bucket as a bathtub. 

Little Aunty: “Mama, is it my turn yet?”
Metal Bucket: “One at a time, please!”

The Kitchen Screen Cabinet

This was a typical screen cabinet for keeping crockery and kitchen supplies. The mesh kept bugs out, let the air circulate and helped keep dust away—handy for storing food too! At our house, one was hung high near the ceiling to keep the rats out of reach. But judging by her cheeky ways, little Aunty might have been the biggest rat of all! 

Little Aunty: “I’m only checking what’s inside!”
Mama: “That’s exactly what a rat would say!”

Ground Level: Part One Ends Here

That’s all for the ground level of the Heritage Centre. We’ll take a little break here before heading up to Level One.

Aunty: “Ready to continue upstairs?”
Legs: “Give us a moment lah—we’ve been exploring!” 

Finished exploring Level 1? Follow Aunty upstairs to Level 2, Part 1 here!

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 2, Part 1: Upstairs Into the Past

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 2: More Treasures, More Childhood Memories

Missed Part 1? Read here to begin our journey through Level 1 of Chinatown Heritage Centre.

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 1: A Walk Back into Aunty’s Childhood

Before Plastic Bags 

Before plastic bags became part of every shopping trip, paper bags were the everyday ones. This old

neighbourhood memory has a whole different kind of “bag talk” lah 

Mama’s Daily Marketing 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

This paper bag memory has opened up the whole marketing routine! The rattan basket was a hard-working member of the family lah 

Aunty: “When we went marketing, the vegetables were wrapped in newspaper and tied with string. As far as I remember, the meat came wrapped in brown paper and tied up too.”

Rattan Basket: “And I carried everything home!”

Aunty: “Every day, hor. No fridge at home, so Mama bought what we needed and brought it all back in her basket.”

Baby Sarong  

💭Aunty Remembers...

This baby sarong brought back memories of Ah Boy sleeping in one, gently rocked up and down by Mama. The rocking was done manually, of course—and Aunty kept falling asleep halfway!

Ah Boy: “Up and down, up and down… shiok leh!”

Aunty: “Mama, I’m rocking him… but why am I getting sleepy too?”

Mama: “Aiyoh, you fell asleep again! Move aside, I’ll take over.”

Later, the automatic rockers arrived. What a brilliant invention!

Automatic Rocker: “Rest your arms, Aunty. I’ll do the rocking!”

Aunty: “Good idea! Now, Mama, if I had been the baby, would this sarong need extra-strong canvas?”

Mama: “Hmm… let me check my memory first!” 

Children’s Toys And Our Sky Well 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

I had a tricycle just like this when I was young. Three wheels meant I could ride without worrying about balancing. But the bamboo chair caught my eye too—Mama called it the “mother and child chair.” Turn it one way and Mother could sit; turn it around and it became a baby chair. Our forefathers were clever!

Then I looked at the room around the toys. It felt so much like ours, with two windows overlooking the little open space where Mama hung the laundry. She called it the “sky well” because we could see the sky above. When it rained, the sky well got wet—and there was Aunty, playing in the rain in the comfort of her own home!

Tricycle: “Hop on, Aunty! No balancing needed!”

Bamboo Chair: “One way for Mother, turn me around for Baby!”

Sky Well: “Rain’s here!”

Aunty: “Whee! My own little rain playground!” 

Temporary Room Rental 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

When I saw this foldable canvas bed, I thought of all the neighbours who rented out spare spaces for extra income—corridors, balconies and even parts of their living rooms. As a child, I once asked a neighbour why there were strangers in the house.

Neighbour: “Temporary tenants lah!”

The sign says that when the cubicle was full, junior apprentices slept in the workshop on foldable beds like this.

Canvas Bed: “Open me up, and there’s a place to rest!”

Aunty: “Wah, even a workshop could make room for the apprentices. And the neighbours knew how to make a little extra income too!” 

Rediffusion 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

Rediffusion was my companion for the whole day. Every morning at 6am, the National Anthem came on—Aunty’s alarm clock to get ready for school.

Rediffusion: “It’s 6am! Time to wake up!”

Aunty: “School already? Okay, okay, I’m getting up!”

Then at 2.45pm came Lee Dai Soh’s Cantonese storytelling. After that, Mandarin pop songs and Cantonese opera filled the house. That was where I learnt to sing—though my family and the neighbours upstairs said it sounded like a chicken being killed!

Aunty: “I’m practising my singing!”

Family And Neighbours: “Can you practise a little more quietly?”

At night, Ong Toh’s Hokkien storytelling was on. Listening to him was where I learnt to speak Hokkien. There were Teochew, Hakka and Hainanese programmes too, so the neighbours would hop over to listen. Then the great battle began: who got to control the selector knob and choose between the two core channels—the Gold Channel and the Silver Channel?

Neighbour: “Gold Channel!”

Aunty: “Eh, wait! I was listening to Silver!”

Best of all, we paid only a small fee and could leave it on all day—no extra electricity bill. What a bargain for so many stories, songs and languages! 

And Rediffusion followed us even after we relocated to a new rental flat—we kept renting the set there too. We only stopped when the dialect programmes disappeared and everything switched to Mandarin.

Mama: “Where are my Cantonese operas?”

Aunty: “Mama, shall I sing for you?”

Mama: “You dare, you sing lah!”

Aunty: “Aiyoh, Mama, I was only offering!” 

The Original Neighbourhood Group Chat 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

In those days, there was no group chat or email. If I wanted to talk to the neighbours upstairs or downstairs, I just opened the window and shouted across!

Aunty: “Hello upstairs! Are you home?”

Neighbour: “I hear you!”

And if Aunty started singing, I used to joke that someone might pour water down on me. No lah, my neighbours were very nice—the most they did was complain to my grandparents!

Neighbour: “Your granddaughter is singing again!”

Grandparents: “Aiyoh, Aunty, keep it down a little!” 

Poor Little Stroller?

I stared at this poor little thing for quite a while. Was it a baby stroller, or a small trolley? It looked so forlorn sitting there all by itself!

Aunty: “Hello, poor thing… you used to carry a baby, or help somebody bring home the marketing?”

Little Stroller: “Aiyoh, Aunty, I also don’t know what you think I am!” 

Mama’s Multi-Purpose Bucket

 💭 Aunty Remembers...

Mama’s bucket could do everything: wash the clothes, bathe little Aunty—and yes, I could fit inside back then, don’t doubt me hor! The washboard helped with laundry, but it had another job too: warning Papa when he came home late or drunk.

Bucket: “Laundry today, little Aunty’s bath tomorrow. I’m always on duty!”

Aunty: “And I fitted inside you! Don’t you dare argue!”

Washboard: “I scrub the clothes… and sometimes I make Papa think twice before coming home late.”

Papa: “I see the washboard. I better go in quietly…” 

A Little Corner For Blessings 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

A simple altar, a few offerings, and a quiet moment to pray for blessings. It may be a small corner of the home, but it gives the heart a little comfort—a place for food for the soul.

Aunty: “No need anything grand, just a sincere prayer and a little comfort for the heart.”

The Altar: “Come, take a moment. The world can wait.”

An Apprentice’s Sleeping Corner 

The sign says the tailor’s young apprentices shared this room after a long day’s work. Some were only teenagers when they began their two-year apprenticeship. Looking at their sleeping space brought back a different childhood memory for Aunty: neighbours renting out bits of their homes—corridors, balconies and living rooms—to temporary tenants.

I once asked why there were strangers in a neighbour’s house. She told me, “Temporary tenants lah!” Now this little room makes me think of all those people finding a place to sleep wherever there was space.

Aunty: “After a whole day of sewing, everyone comes back here to rest ah?”

Apprentice: “Yah, Aunty. Find a mat, squeeze in—and tomorrow, back to work!” 

One Room, One Household 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

This kind of arrangement wasn’t only for apprentices. In ordinary households too, one small room could be home for two adults and four children. Planked beds, daily necessities tucked into every nook and corner, and clothes or dried food hanging overhead—every bit of space had to be used.

I still wonder how six people squeezed into a room like this. Where did everyone sleep? Where did they put all their things?

Aunty: “Six people in one room… how did you all fit ah?”

The Room: “A little squeeze here, a little shuffle there—and everybody found a spot!””

Mama’s Egg Pot Again 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

Wah, Mama’s egg pot seems to be following me around!  In ordinary homes, things weren’t arranged with proper organisation—there was a place for everything, but sometimes it felt like “got place, put lah.” Daily needs were tucked into whatever cupboard, shelf or corner had space. No wonder Aunty sometimes found things sitting in the most unexpected places!

Aunty: “Mama’s egg pot, how did you end up here again?”

The Pot: “Got space, I settle there lah!”

Aunty: “Then why must I hunt for everything?”

The Pot: “Everything has a place… just not always the place you expect!”

Mama’s Bedtime Breeze 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

Mama used this hand fan to fan little Aunty when I was going to sleep. Thank you, Mama. We did have a KDK electric fan, but those days the electricity supply at home wasn’t very stable and the power tripped often. It wasn’t about saving on the bills—we only switched on the KDK when it was really hot. And little Aunty’s mischievous experiments with the switches didn’t help matters!

Mama: “Close your eyes, ah girl. I’ll fan you to sleep.”

Little Aunty: “Okay, Mama… but can I play with the switches one more time?”

KDK Fan: “Oi! Leave the switches alone—I’m trying to stay on!” 

But wait, Aunty spotted a coin bank tucked away in the corner! It had a strict deposit-only policy.”

Aunty: “Excuse me, I want to withdraw my savings!”

Clay Bank: “Sorry, Aunty. Bring a hammer for withdrawal!” 

Coins go in, but they can’t come out unless you break it open—now that’s a savings strategy!

The Curtain Said “I’m Home” 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

This curtain sent a message to my neighbours—and theirs sent one back. If it was pulled aside and tied up, we were home, so you could walk right in. If it was let down, better come back another time.

Those days, we visited one another like nobody’s business. And eating at someone’s home was common too. Hehehe, Aunty especially liked that part!

Curtain: “I’m tied up—come on in!”

Aunty: “Coming! Got anything to eat?” 

Also...

If the family had to go overseas or be away for a few days, the children could stay with the neighbours. They’d be fed and looked after, no fuss. Most of us didn’t even have a proper door to lock, but neighbours watched out for one another. I really liked those days. Now, some of us don’t even know who lives next door.

Little Aunty: “If Mama and Papa go away, can I stay next door?”

Neighbour: “Of course! Come over—we’ll make sure you’re fed!”

Little Aunty: “Then I’m already packed!” 

Our Level 1 adventure isn't over yet! Continue to Part 3 here for the final chapter.

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 3: One Last Look Before Heading Upstairs

Chinatown Heritage Centre — Level 1, Part 1: A Walk Back into Aunty’s Childhood

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 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

Little Aunty’s sewing-machine assessment was very clear: needle innocent, pedal too much hard work!

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 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

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 

💭 Aunty Remembers...

Aunty was a dedicated fan—photo collection at home, backstage mission in Singapore, then autograph show-and-tell at school! Those classmates must have heard all about it 

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 Remembers...

Another childhood place unlocked! These tools take me straight to that laundry shop near home—not the tailor’s shop this time lah 

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