The Hands Through Time and Love
We just visited our maternal eldest aunt, our beloved Tua Ee, who celebrates her 94th birthday this week. As we gently held her hands, we marveled at them, for they carried us back through the decades to our growing-up years in our Bedok kampong house. These hands are now frail, their strength gradually yielding to the passing years. And yet, they are the very same hands that once held us when we were babies. The same hands that effortlessly carried bags of confectionery from Chin Mee Chin or Cona in Katong to our home on weekend visits in the 1960's, bringing treats that delighted us children beyond measure. The hands that coaxed dough to yield beneath her touch as she lovingly shaped our favourite Chinese New Year delights, pineapple tarts and fragrant love letters (kueh belanda). These were also the hands that held ours as we plucked blue pea flowers from the garden fences surrounding our kampong house - flowers that would later provide the natural blue hue for the Nyo...