“Poor Auntie!!!” said my nieces referring to the hand-made doll I made for my blog.  “Don’t pity us; do you know that we had lots of quality England-made toys before”. I told both of them.  My nieces had their eyes wide-opened almost refusing to believe me. But it is true. Those toys were given away by my parent’s employer an English couple from England.

We were not crazy with those toys anyway, it was not because we were being ungrateful and non-thankful, it just that we were up to the outdoor activities more.  One of them was riding the English family’s horse. Yes, we did that..Horseback Riding, complete with the saddle just like the cowboy in the movie…  Yipeeeeee !!!

I was only a little girl so somebody had to lift me up to the horseback.  A huge one I remember if I compare to what I’ve seen here, rare by the natives in my own country Malaysia, in the state of Sabah.  We were of course just riding not galloping; I wished Clint Eastwood was there to guide us but somehow it was a very interesting experience.  A really wonderful childhood we had.

Coming up soon “image of my hand-made doll”.

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BANGUN!! BANGUN!!, our mother’s voice distracting us from our sleep.  It was only 5.00 in the morning but already we had to leave the bed to get ready for school.   Mum had to go to work but before leaving she had to make sure we were prepared.  Mum had to help us (2 of us) braid our long hair as short hair were never allowed to the girls in my family; father’s rule that was and was broken only after we got married… MERDEKA!!!

Mum dabbed a little Baby Johnson powder to our face and applied Brylcreem (hair cream of mum’s choice) on my 3 brothers’ head, a MUST whether we liked it or not; TIDYING not just STYLING.   Mum would never let us did it ourselves.  “Just wasting, applying more than needed”, she said.  Mum was very cautious of the usage, she made sure 1 large size packed to be use for one month otherwise until mum and dad’s next pay… of course lah, those days were hard days for them.  Feeling zest, smelling fresh with just the Baby Johnson powder and Brylcreem, off we went to school.

No more Brylcreem in the house though, as brothers have left and having their own family,  but where ever I went and by any chance smelled the fragrance of the Brylcreem “Nostalgia struck me”…. I longed for the old days, and the smell of Brylcreem on brothers’ hair lingers on.

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