Her name is Stone, Whet Stone. I just realized that abrasive gal at the corner of the kitchen sink has been with us for the past 32 years, having followed us in our migration from Penang to Singapore.
A faithful companion I would say, having not only stuck by us through Thick and Thin,but also gone from Thick to Thin over the past 3 decades. Well she is more curvy now for sure.
I wonder how the modern folks sharpen their knives these days ? I know of several contraptions that came and went, but as for me, I am still stone-age.
I might have to get a replacement soon before the old faithful breaks into two; perhaps should send her by Poslaju to Easter Island as her final resting place.
Ok, granted, these are not the type of issues that will drive the citizenry to protest on the streets (though the photo here does show yellow as well as red ones)…lolx.
But I remember that decades ago, these were high fashion. My long-departed Granny and other senior female relatives were experts in making buttons out of cloth material to adorn their blouses. In fact Granny’s upper garments always had these types only, no others. The knotted buttons required some dexterous handwork to fabricate.
I almost never see any woman wearing dresses with these now. I think these buttons are no longer ‘hot’ and have completely gone out of vogue, or perhaps these days women’s fingers can only swipe and tap touchscreens. Hope I don’t start a riot here.
Believe me, I was never a penguin before…lolx. But we did have Happy Feet too.
At one time decades ago, sandals fashioned out of expired tyres came in vogue among the kampong folks. I guess it must have been the owner of the sole tyre service shop who introduced that idea. Every guy in our home had a pair.
Ergonomically, these footwear were a near-heresy by today’s standards — the inside surface contour was a total mismatch with that of the sole of the feet. But it was a novelty and looked pretty cool. Walking around with these on made us feel delighted, though initially we tended to wobble a bit like those cute fellas in the movie.
Has anyone else tried these before ?
Everyone knows T-O-N-I-C Tonic Chap Gajah, but what about Tonic Chap Singa ? No kidding !
For those who can recall, the bottle came with a blue cap (see photo ). It was reputed to have some medicinal properties and was good for removing “heatiness” from the body, but it was bitter and not popular. Rarely did this drink feature on the must-have festive season beverage lists. Happiness and Bitterness don’t go together, I suppose.
Not sure if F&N still markets this drink.
To sidetrack a bit, I had a Hokkien-speaking colleague from Muar who went to Penang to work. He went to a coffeeshop and asked for “tau nee”, and was served this Tonic. Apparently he did not know that in Penang, we call soyabean milk “tau chooi”.
Prior to 1965 or so, no one in our neighbourhood had a proper oven of any kind. But plebeian resourcefulness kicked readily.
An empty kerosene tin was all we needed. One face was cut away to form a nice rectangular tank. Fine sand (from the beach nearby) was used to fill about one-third of the tin to form an even heating bed.
For the topside heating , a piece of old sheet metal with plenty of glowing charcoal was placed over the kerosene tin. And Voila, our Oven !
Admittedly, this contraption was quite susceptible to mood swings. Often, the cakes turned out looking like Mt Fujiyama, some others resembled the Table Mountain of South Africa, or worse, macam Lake Toba. Bad recipes, perhaps.
No problem lah, we just opened our mouths big big — eat lah !
It happened in 1968 or so. Succumbing to the sweet persuasion of a Rediffusion salesman, we subscribed to this novel “Cable Audio” entertainment service, for a grand sum of RM7 per month.
Installation came with a speaker box and a 2-channel selector/volume control switch. Channel A was called the Gold Network and B, the Silver Network.
Habis lah ! Thenceforth we were held hostage by the numerous (more like endless) highly addictive stories, talk shows and fabulous songs & music, in Hokkien, Cantonese, Teochew and English. (Can’t remember if there were Malay or Tamil programs).
That notwithstanding, all the silver tales and golden fables could not fend off the onslaught of competing technologies, and also failed to satiate ever-changing entertainment cravings. I believe the service has ceased; but memories linger.
[She’s a lady….Oh whoa whoa whoa she was a baby]. Perhaps Tom Jones was thinking of this….LOLX
I was born with a mouth full of sweet teeth, and Dutch Baby was my favorite food & beverage companion, which I could eat or sip as well — spread on my roti, dissolved in my coffee or even jilat off my jari ! Sedapnya !
Some time in the 1970s (memory a bit murky/milky now), the name was changed to Dutch Lady;….it supposedly was done “for better product positioning”. There were also claims that the word “Baby” could mislead uninformed people into feeding the condensed milk to babies. Can someone verify that ?
Not sure if the Lady still produces condensed milk — have not seen a can for years now.