Nan's house

Dropped by Nan's house on my way back from work this morning. She'll be 85 this Sept and I should probably visit her more often.....

When I was a kid in school, I was parked at Nan's every day after school. I'd get fed, washed, napped and looked after, most memories are of happy, sun-dappled afternoons with the kind of love only a Granma can provide.

Nan's house is nestled along this row; the only semi-d unit not extensively renovated. Just being in it reminds me of an age gone past, when Katong used to be the Eurasian enclave. (Gates are open because I'd trotted across the lane to take the shot.)



Nan's got this mango tree in her small garden. It's an amazing tree. In a country where everything is remade or replanted in less than 10 years, I think it's grown old beautifully.



Planted in 1964, it steadfastly refused to bear fruit until Nan bought the house in 1969. And from thereon, an explosion of mangoes! Right up until to-day, 41 years on, it's still generously giving. Amazing.




Damn, those were the days!