Two families leave China 100 years ago, This is a journal recording their passage, their so-journ in Borneo and then on to Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, England and beyond. A fascinating account of how time and place have changed the members.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Big brother and the chain of Christmas lights.
The kids growing up there either went to the local school, St Mary School, or Methodist School in the town. We went to the latter. While we played, there were some sort of competitiveness.
Dad was the first to buy a Christmas tree. He had studied in London and saw how the English celebrate Christmas. Then he bought a chain our coloured light bulbs which he hung on the balcony. The lights did not "Flicker/twinkle" to our disappointment.
Big brother came to the rescue. He called us younger ones to tell us he had made it work. We went to the balcony and indeed the lights flickered. We were delighted. What we didn't know was he was switching on and off at the switich.
Dad saw him, and stopped him, "Silly boy, you do this and you burn the bulbs."
It was many many years later, that Dad bought chains of chasing lights, and I remember that first chain and big brother.
Every Christmas, I tell this story to my kids.
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