Neighbours - Sultan of Pahang

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We've always been intrigued by that grand house so near our Bedok kampong house. From information from our parents, former neighbours Ronald Ho and Abubakar Ibrahim, this was the holiday home of the Sultan of Pahang then. Also notice the landfill over the Bedok river tributary and right up to the brick breakwater line around our place that made the ‘moat’ bridge redundant? (thanks Ronald for all the info). We have no direct photos of that house except for it serving as background for these shots we have. Also found out that Sultan’s grandson is now the current Sultan of Pahang, Malaysia (thanks Abubakar)

1961 shot with all the ladies in the house (plus a friend) posing.. see the bridge, the landfill over the former Bedok River tributary areas. Used to also be a garbage dumping area!. The beach is at top right, a short walk away

1967 - another shot with a better view of that single-storey house


We believe this was the owner, then Sultan Abu Bakar Ri'ayatuddin of Pahang (1932 to 1974). His grandson is the current ruler. (photo of 1945, credit to The National Archives UK - https://www.flickr.com/photos/nationalarchives/7892977412/


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