old wives tales
From a Chinese medicine shop to a Chinese temple. It was a lovely sunny day. My friends had some visitors from the UK and we brought them to Petaling Street. I left them to browse the cheap and fake designer bags and watches. I headed towards the temple which I hadn't been to since my grandmother was alive. She was somehow related to the keeper. Can you see the clay figurines at the top left corner? She used to tell me that if I was naughty, they would come alive and bite me at night. Of course I believed her. I also noticed the plastic lanterns. Lasts longer than paper I guess.
I'll post another shot of the temple tomorrow.
clicked by edwin s at 1:15 PM
7 Comments:
Hi Edwin
Catching up after a few days away, only to find a series of lovely posts here. They are inspired and inspiring. I've missed you.
The story of your grandmother's tales is wonderful, and so is the photo. Great framing.
Reading what your grandmother was used to say remind on how, at the end, none of us and none culture or habit or costum are so far. Whatever you go always will find a grandmother that tell those absolutely same thing to their grandsons
les grands-meres ont toutes des legendes pour que les petits enfants restent sages, moi la mienne (c'etait dans un petit village) me disait que si j'etais pas sage, le remouleur m'emporterait avec lui (le remouleur passait tout les soirs apres le diner pour proposer ses services) ;o) Nostalgie, Nostalgie
the grandmothers have all of the legends so that the little children remain wise, me mine (it was in a small village) said to me that if I were not wise, the grinder would carry me with him (the grinder spent every evening after the dinner to propose its services); O) Nostalgia, Nostalgia
Funny story from your childhood!
I like the display of color in your photo today. Mentioning Petaling Street reminds me.....didn't you share some very whimsical photos a few months back from this street?
Interesting- You continued to believe they would come alive and bite you, and thus remained good. Had you stopped believing would you have been bad and thus tested the tale?
I love the way you capture the scene. Is that blue figurine a Foo dog?
Thanks guys!
I wonder where we'd be if we didn't have our grandparents and their stories. For me, the formative years of a child should include as many family members as possible.
Ming, I thought it was a lion. It could well be a Foo dog. It could be whatever as long as it doesn't come alive and bite me. ;)
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