The Chinatown Heritage Centre at Xin Ja Po is free for S Pass holders like this hot friend of mind ;D, to its national citizens, and to tourist pass holders. There are three types of people in this world according to how they call this country (I need help sorry). People who call it Xin Ja Po, the people who call it Singapura, and the people who call it Singapore. For me, I prefer the shorter one or the word less susceptible to spelling mistakes. I prefer calling my country Pilipinas 🙂
We started the tour with a digital tap and headphones for guidance. I hope that next time I’ll be using the Chinese tour version.
First on the menu is the Tuck Cheong Tailor Shop. I had to search for the name of this place and luckily it is captured in that paper bag. I checked the business at the National Archives and it is listed defunct. It was established in 1957. Looks like a fast recovery from the world war.
This is their way of attracting positive elements.
I was worked up on that third character. I left the third one blank and found the script 財源廣進 read as cáiyuán guǎng jìn.
Luckily for the Singaporeans, they can study or review their history like this. Their abode which was somehow is also an office is small and cluttered. Even now, housing is still a major problem. It may be easy to see how their private lives were going. The place smells of wood like in the provinces. The older we get to the past, their set of tools (for trade) become varied and broken down into one purpose. Now, the sewing machine has compartments for small and smaller things.
The tailor workshop is practical with stools that are light, solid, and steady and because it is a stool, no arm or back rest, which will utterly make the craftsman concentrate on his work. The space is restricted that you will naturally hurry and go get what you need.
In the middle of the house is where the bamboos and ladders lay. Air can be distributed and there is a minimal sunlight.
We cannot walk in to take a picture of the trinkets and antiques because the rooms are barred with a glass. No difference to most humans of today who are very personal and ‘just living.’
They were maximizing the space, hanging whatever light can be hanged. They have an altar, tea table, and a study at the common area. Where I live now there have been nail marks till it went down from hanging clothes and hats to just nails to hang picture frames and paintings.
Could be why stir fry is the go to. There are at least three persons cooking in this kitchen outhouse. No fridge just dry ingredients placed on a cabinet covered in wire mesh.
This is where people take a dump. And surprisingly a lot of trivia you hope you can unlearn. Skip to spare yourself from disgust: These two cubicles have two layers: one for where the person is going to squat and this elevated floor has a hole at the center; the second one has one wide pail or bucket (I hope it is a cylindrical container with handles on both sides). These containers are collected in broad daylight by a wagon and emptied at some place.
Before Lock & Lock there was the tin containers for school lunch. I remember my sister chef explaining how to organize food according to its bacteria. Noticed that there is a staple feather duster for every room.
Similar to today’s street-sweepers are old women. Overall they wear dark purple and a red hat. There is not much decoration since they only come home to sleep and prepare for everyday’s work.
It seems that the artistry of the period lies in the basket weaving. Imagine wearing the same shoes, and that you can easily identify who made what.
I forgot what the hanging box is for, maybe a bird’s cage?
The spacious rooms are the majie‘s and the physician’s room. Nanny is one of the oldest jobs and for some, they are tutors. They wear a white blouse and a black pants, their hair pulled in a bun. They don’t marry. I kind of felt something here 😐
On that strange hole on the floor, is an eyelet. It can be lifted and you can see who’s at the door:
We continue to wall illustrations on the upper floor of the heritage center.
So it has been Tiger Beer eversince! And the hawkers! We’re no different from the past.
I did not know that the room showcases Chinese Opera. I did not spend too much time on this room. No regrets missing the history write-ups. Truthfully, I’m still freaking out. I imagine some person exploding on my screen from being held captive by the pictures I have taken.
There are still many rooms that are blank and it looks like the museum is expanding vertically.
The piers were where their stories began. Sago Lane became for some – their journey’s end. We do not know all their names. But we do know in this town they helped build their legacies remain.
Interestingly, museums do not usually place present times but this room is the transition. The display, from left to right, past to present, show the differences in the urban landscape.
Now this one will make a real cool hockey table. The map is simplified and points out the best of the country’s architectural design.
This one showcases the people of today continuing the source of livelihood. Hard work will only take you so soo far.
Here’s a room dedicated for the museum’s improvement:
That would have cleanse our eye palate but if you got here, surely, you passed by the morgue.
Male’s door is slightly taller. What is this bias? XD. And guess what, another toilet capture!
Time to peel off the sticker and check out the items. I squealed at that 90’s kid snack!
It’s a wrap! The day continues…