My paternal grandmother was a Nyonya. She was the matriarch in our family till she passed away when I was eleven. I could still recall she held the key (hanging on her belt) to a big heavy safe where she kept the household money and other treasures. She chewed betel nuts. Each morning, my third aunt would spend time combing her hair and set it into a bun decorated with beautiful hair pins.
I grew up in a Peranakan household where we practiced ancestor worship and our family home had a big altar for my grandfather. That was the first hall when you entered the house. However I studied in a mission school and embraced Christianity when I was in my third form much to the objection of my aunt.
I was raised by my aunt (dad’s elder sister) and we all lived together with other uncles, aunties, cousins in that big family home. Dad had four sisters. Only one was married (I was told match made to a business associate of my grandfather). I never knew my grandfather. He died during the Japanese occupation when the Japanese came and the war destroyed many of his grocery shops in Main Bazaar, Kuching and Boat Quay in Singapore. I believed his health failed him and was perhaps even frightened to death. My other three spinster aunts loved me, my sister and cousin as their own child. Each aunt picked one kid, their favourite and mothered us. My ‘mother’ was 2 ko (or second aunt).
This is a video of some insight into the Peranakan (Chinese migrants that inter married with the local Malays) culture. The local born children were called Babas (male) and Nyonya (female). My grandmother was from such family. We grew up loving the nyonya food, cooked full of spices. As a kid we learned to speak Hokkien (our local Chinese dialect) blended with local Malay words. The local culture is now somewhat lost but putting it down in writing keeps the memories alive.
What beautiful family members. The video was fascinating. I am dying to try the food and see the shoes in person.
Me too, craving for those Nyonya food now. 🙂
I was intrigued at the idea of all fresh ingredients and no curry powder shortcuts. I wonder how to do it. Must be very labor intensive to cook like that.
Haaa..Brenda, yes the older folks cooked from scratch. I use packet ingredients in my ‘authentic’ cooking. There are all sorts of recipes now easily available eg sambal, Assam, curry, etc.
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