Marie’s 7th birthday I believe. I (the big-headed botak boy there) later stepped on her cake.
I’ve managed to dig up and scan some photos of 233 Balestier road and fill the void in the series Scenes from Balestier.
Quite retro, but I only put in stuff from the 80s. There are hundreds of photos from the 50s to 70s that I should look through and archive soon.
And I’ll be adding more chapters to the series soon. I only wish my mum was alive to tell the stories. There is my granduncle Chek Kong (ex-Japanese war translator) as a trove of tales, but he’ll probably keep harping on the episodes “How I got literally hammered on the head and survived” and “Those people were pretty nasty, but they’re dead now anyway.”