In the old days, having a baby delivered in a hospital was somewhat of a luxury, which the kampong folks could not afford, or maybe had a prejudice against.
Thus, the services of a “Bidan” or midwife were highly sought after. In my kampong at Bagan Ajam, Butterworth, there was my neighbour Aunty Bidan. She must have had a very busy schedule, as many of the couples back then had at least half-a-dozen children.
In fact, two of my cousins were helped out into this world by her skillful, loving hands. No storks needed.
Aunty Bidan (she was a Mrs Tan) had also the distinction of being one of the two persons in the village to own a car (I think it was a Simca) and a telephone (which she graciously ‘shared’ with all her neighbours). I still remember that 5-digit number.