Thursday, February 12, 2015

Ready for some Happy Colors


Since my daughters will soon be going shopping for nyonya kebayas, I thought I would post some more pictures of this very elegant and exquisite attire!

I am partial to wearing black and usually like things to match, but for my next sarong kebaya purchase, I would go for a kebaya that is bright like yellow, lime green or cobalt blue with colorful embroidery paired with a contrasting sarong. No shades of black for me here, please! Too colorful for my age?  Not with nonya kebayas!  Look at these women below.  They look as vibrant as their kebayas!



Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A Vibrant Heritage

Painting by Heidi Koh

Both my daughters will soon be together in Singapore.  One is working there, the other visiting her little sister. They are both grown up now, curious about their heritage, and eager to buy nyonya  kebayas for themselves and for me. This has prompted me to blog about my Peranakan heritage.

I am Peranakan Chinese on my father's side.  Peranakan Chinese or Baba-Nonya  or Straits Chinese describes a people that are descendants of the late 15th C to 19th C Chinese immigrants to British Malaya (now Malaysia and Singapore) and Indonesia.  My father's family settled in a fishing village on the east coast of Malaysia.  When he was 19, my father, desiring of a better future than what the small fishing  village could offer him, hopped on a pig truck headed for Singapore, carrying with him the dream of pursuing a tertiary education in Australia. He did not make it Down Under but established a career in banking, got married, and raised three children in cosmopolitan Singapore.

Although he did not consciously raise his children in the Peranakan heritage, I realized later in life that I am more Peranakan Chinese in my outlook than I am ethnically Chinese. The Peranakans through the generations have assimilated comfortably into the local Malay communities, adopting the language, fashion, and cuisine as their own, yet holding on to aspects of their Chinese heritage like their Taoist ancestral worship and Confucius' teachings, like respect of elders for example. They also absorbed the British culture; the British colonized Malaya in the early 1800s.  By my grandfather's generation, the Peranakans were more loyal to Great Britain than they were to China. I remember my grandfather as much in the habit of quoting Shakespeare. He served as Justice-of-Peace of his hometown for many years.

My grandmother was the typical nyonya (Peranakan woman). She wore the colorful sarong kebaya which comprised of delicately embroidered kebaya top fastened in the front by kerosangs (intricate, sometimes gem-studded brooches ) that cascades over a batik sarong held up by tali pinggang (belt made of silver, copper or gold). The mix of patterns can be quite an eyeful. But I think it reflects well the  mix culture that is vibrant and unself-conscious. Beaded slippers called kasot manek adorned her feet.  She liked her food spicy, the nyonya cuisine more Malay influenced than Chinese. She was quite the feisty woman; her temper as fiery as her food!

Sarong Kebaya
Kerosang
Kasot Manek
tali pinggan
Like most Babas (Peranakan men), my father was educated in English.  He spoke and wrote immaculate English.   He also grew up speaking a pidgin version of the Chinese dialect, Hokkien, which had many Malay and English words incorporated into it, as well as Malay.  It wasn't until he moved to Singapore and had to do business with Chinese from Taiwan, Hong Kong and China that he studied Chinese in a serious way.  He was an excellent scholar and picked up the language quickly and became well-versed in Chinese literature, as he already was in English literature.  But despite his mastery over the language, he was never thought of as being your typical Chinese.  He was much too straight forward and "Westernized" in his outlook to effectively handle the complexity and duplicity of the Chinese business culture.  He was after all a Peranakan at heart.

I don't know if I consciously raised my children Peranakan, but I know they appreciate the diversity of their lineage.  When they were younger, I was often asked why I did not teach them my mother tongue.  Which mother tongue?  I would on occasion reply tongue-in-cheek, knowing full well that they meant the Chinese language. I like to tell them that I am a Straits Chinese, not your typical Chinese, but that would only confuse them.  Ours is a happily confused culture; perhaps it is time I make a more concerted effort to help introduce and preserve this very unique and vibrant heritage that has so shaped my father, and subsequently me, and now my children.

Happy kebaya shopping, Girls!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Inspector Morse

Painting of Keble College, Oxford, by W Manhison

My all time favorite television series is Inspector Morse.  Loved it all  those twenty years ago when it first came on at PBS; love it still as I watch the episodes all over again on Netflix (eyesight and energy permitting).  I do like detective series in general and have watched quite a few, both British and American, through the years (preferring the British over the American); none however can top Inspector Morse.  The acting is incredible; the characters captivating (soulful, elitist and surly Chief Inspector Morse, juxtaposed by loyal, down-to-earth, affable Detective Sargent Lewis); the setting delightful (Oxford with all its history, academic prowess, and quintessential English decor); and the music magnificent, composed of mostly arias. The writing is beyond compare--the intricate plots keep me guessing with their many twists and turns; but my oh my, the insight into the motives and darkness of human heart is brilliant!

Here's Maria Callas singing  "Senza Mamma" from Puccini's "Suor Angelica"--an aira you might hear on Inspector Morse as the brooding inspector drives to crime scenes in his vintage red Jaguar or relaxes on his sofa, working on his crossword puzzles in his comfortably decorated drawing room.

You felt secure in your wickedness,
    you said, “No one sees me”;
your wisdom and your knowledge led you astray,
and you said in your heart,
    “I am, and there is no one besides me.”
But evil shall come upon you,
    which you will not know how to charm away;
disaster shall fall upon you,
    for which you will not be able to atone;
and ruin shall come upon you suddenly,
    of which you know nothing.
Isaiah 47:10-11