The fathers at our Bedok kampong house

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This weekend we celebrate Father’s Day, and as a special tribute to the fathers who lived at our Bedok kampong house, here’s a gallery of photos featuring these 4 men – from our grandfather with his family members and their friends in 1950, to our paternal uncles in 1969 and 1972 and our own father in this family pic of 1973. With us both as fathers now ourselves, we understand the sacrifices that we needed to make for our families and the responsibilities these come with. So this post is for all fathers reading this. Happy Father’s Day 2025!

1950: Our grandfather, seated second from left with his family members and some of their friends in this portraiture taken at Kampong Soopoo before moving to Bedok.

1966: Our paternal uncle "Ah Tio Ah Peng" holding his year old daughter with us boys encircling him. We were 3 and 5 years of age then. We were seated at the house verandah steps.

1972: Our paternal uncle "Uncle Garlo" with his second child, posing in the garden of our Bedok kampong house.

1973: Family portrait with our dad and mom (the age of colour photography albeit some discolouration here) also in the garden with the sea and Sultan of Pahang's home behind. We were 12 and 10 years old by now.


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