7.30am on that Saturday morning saw us trudging up the hill at the Papan cemetery. The first stop was at my great-grandmother's grave. After that, we went to my grandfather and grandmother's grave.
[At great-grandma's grave: my 3rd uncle is seen here propping up a tree branch used to hang a string of firecrackers]
[Bang! Bang! Bang!]
[At my gung-gung and poh-poh's grave]
It's pretty amusing how my uncle(s) and more senior cousins were able to locate the graves based on the position of certain trees on the hill. This year's visit was technologically enhanced when Niq brough along his GPS device to note the location of the graves :o).
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I've only gone for Ching Ming once when I was about 5 years old - only remember how hot it is!
I have a photo of me sitting on my Ah Kong's gravestone eating an "ua koh" (cupcake?)
Did Julian go too?
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