Wanchai Tung Lung street
After I came out from my mother’s tummy, I was taken home. Don’t ask me how, when or whatever… I’ve absolutely got no memory about all these. I just try to write those bits and pieces as many as I can remember during this stage. Most of them, I can’t tell when they’re happened. But they definitely can reflect how I went through those days.
The first place I lived was 2nd floor (三樓) / 17 Tung Lung St. Wanchai HK. I try to recall from my memory what was surrounding where I lived.
In those days, not all ground floors were shops. A lot of them are for residential purposes. Some of them were fit with ordinary hinged doors. Some of them had got sliding doors with wooden horizontal bars on (趟蘢?). In the street I lived, there were shops doing the following stuffs: 2, 3 noodle shops selling boiling noodles, 腸 粉 with pig skin, fish balls… they only opened in the morning for breakfast. 2, 3 noodle making workshops, they sold their products to the walk in customers, but they mainly supply to restaurants. 2 kindergartens, one in the middle of the street, another one was at the end of the street near where the tram rail was. I was one of their pupils. Kwan Ying kindergarten was its name. We had a kiddie rhyme for this school: 羣英學校, lour lour gour gour(點寫?), 羣英先生, 教壞學生.
A blacksmith shop, we called them 打鐵舖. As I can remember that they were mainly making woks. There was always a man, a 打鐵佬, sitting on a very low stool. He stepped onto a big piece of round flat steel. He than hit hard on the flat steel with hammer, and at the same time he turned the round flat steel with his feet, and then eventually that flat steel was bashed to the shape of a wok. It was really a big wok 真大鑊. This shop, or better called it a factory was just opposite to my home. You can imagine how noisy it was. But in those days, no one would do any complains. Because we all knew that was all for living.
Just a few numbers next to my home was a carpentry workshop. We called this 鬥木舖. I guess that they were making furniture and they also took outside jobs such as home refurbishment, etc. another few numbers next to mine was a shop selling building materials such as cement, and, small pieces of rocks for making concrete mix, bricks, etc. Like the carpentry workshop, they also took outside minor building jobs.
Every year, at the Lo Barn festival, 魯班節 a festival for the builders and the related tradesmen, those 2 shops would give away rice to the public. At their doors they would hang up small off white(?) lanterns to celebrate the festival. The boss would have good dinner with their employees together.
……….to be continued.
After I came out from my mother’s tummy, I was taken home. Don’t ask me how, when or whatever… I’ve absolutely got no memory about all these. I just try to write those bits and pieces as many as I can remember during this stage. Most of them, I can’t tell when they’re happened. But they definitely can reflect how I went through those days.
The first place I lived was 2nd floor (三樓) / 17 Tung Lung St. Wanchai HK. I try to recall from my memory what was surrounding where I lived.
In those days, not all ground floors were shops. A lot of them are for residential purposes. Some of them were fit with ordinary hinged doors. Some of them had got sliding doors with wooden horizontal bars on (趟蘢?). In the street I lived, there were shops doing the following stuffs: 2, 3 noodle shops selling boiling noodles, 腸 粉 with pig skin, fish balls… they only opened in the morning for breakfast. 2, 3 noodle making workshops, they sold their products to the walk in customers, but they mainly supply to restaurants. 2 kindergartens, one in the middle of the street, another one was at the end of the street near where the tram rail was. I was one of their pupils. Kwan Ying kindergarten was its name. We had a kiddie rhyme for this school: 羣英學校, lour lour gour gour(點寫?), 羣英先生, 教壞學生.
A blacksmith shop, we called them 打鐵舖. As I can remember that they were mainly making woks. There was always a man, a 打鐵佬, sitting on a very low stool. He stepped onto a big piece of round flat steel. He than hit hard on the flat steel with hammer, and at the same time he turned the round flat steel with his feet, and then eventually that flat steel was bashed to the shape of a wok. It was really a big wok 真大鑊. This shop, or better called it a factory was just opposite to my home. You can imagine how noisy it was. But in those days, no one would do any complains. Because we all knew that was all for living.
Just a few numbers next to my home was a carpentry workshop. We called this 鬥木舖. I guess that they were making furniture and they also took outside jobs such as home refurbishment, etc. another few numbers next to mine was a shop selling building materials such as cement, and, small pieces of rocks for making concrete mix, bricks, etc. Like the carpentry workshop, they also took outside minor building jobs.
Every year, at the Lo Barn festival, 魯班節 a festival for the builders and the related tradesmen, those 2 shops would give away rice to the public. At their doors they would hang up small off white(?) lanterns to celebrate the festival. The boss would have good dinner with their employees together.
……….to be continued.
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