I will never forget those days when we were staying in a kampong in Lorong Tai Seng.
Poor dad and mum were miserably poor and working hard.
Dad does two job, whereas mum washes clothes for the "sikit-atas" in kampong.
Biscuits were a delight and we always would buy a kati of sota-piah from the nearby THONG BEE Provision shop.
The bespectacled boss here was a kind man and he would always throw in a few more extra biscuits even after his measuring-scales had hit a kati.
He even allowed mum and us to taste by claiming that the biscuits were still fresh.
We walked to the school and would pass Khong Guan Biscuit Factory at Howard Road off Playfair Road.
The aroma of the newly-baked biscuits wafted through the atmosphere.
In the evening, the Bayee-Jaga will be seated on his stringed Indian bed with his friends having Ngo Kar Pee a local brew from Lian Hup Distillery, Alexanra Road. Maybe history now....
We will greet them and ask for biscuits.
The jaga was charitable and would bring out some tins containing broken or damaged biscuits.
He will then give us till our hands were filled.
I guess that those biscuits were "condemned" and given to the jaga and other staff to eat.
But still to us poor peasant kids these was manna from heaven.
May God Bless the kindly elderly Bayee Jaga and his drinking cronies for being so kind.
And BTW, does anyone remember the rectangular box of Marie biscuits going by the brand, HUNTLEYS. The smell was truly good. It was expensive and we could only taste it during New Year day.
How nice if someone has that tin and post it for us to view.