My Kampong

I was borned in a small kampong , Pair Puteh, in Ipoh, Perak , Malaysia
My family was once very poor. My mother used to be a rubber tapper and my father a chacrawala puller for a British Architect in Ipoh. After the second world war my father was offered a job as a draftmans. After sometimes he gained experience in Architecture and was offered a registration as a Part- Two Architect and can practise on his own for a building not exceeding 3,000 square feet and not more than 3 storeys. At that time it is good enough because not much high rise building in Malaya.
He was doing well.
He has a car Austin Seven.
I have 5 brothers and 3 sisters.
I was the youngest in my family.
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