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I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this 2 pieces of lovely angpows (front and back placed side by side):

When I see this angpow, I remembered my younger years whenever I go back to my late mum's hometown, my late po-po (means grandmother) used to have this giant kettle(okay, I was really young and little and it looked giant to me).

It was quite terrifying to handle such a gigantic looking kettle at such a young age and I never dared to hold and pour water out of it by myself. I always have to bug my cousins to help me or asked my late mum to pour water for me or continue being thirsty until someone went to get water and I quickly ask along for help to get water to drink.

Until today, I have a mini phobia seeing big kettles like this :P Looking at these angpows reminded me of these childhood times. What a bittersweet childhood memories!

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I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this 2 pieces of lovely angpows:

I absolutely love these angpows. Looks similar right? What's the story for them? Read on...

When I look at the angpows, I remembered following my late mum back to her hometown during school holidays. Back then, we don't have a car (I think I was about 12-13 yrs old when my late dad bought a car for my brother) so our only mode of transport back to hometown is the public bus.

From red and white colored buses to green colored Foh Hup omnibus, from no air-cond to air-conditioned buses, my late mum and I sat through countless rides almost 2 hour long each journey to and fro Puduraya to Batu Arang, Selangor.

I always sat next to the window because I love to see the view outside. Long stretches of winding roads. Nothing but greenery and houses as we head towards the hometown.

Looking at these angpows reminded me of these childhood times. What a sweet childhood memories!

** Note: I have disabled the commenting feature on my blog engine thanks to all the spammers who happily spam my blog every day. If you wish to ask me any questions, you can find me at my Facebook page (I'm there almost everyday) or just drop me an email if you wish to maintain some anonymity.

I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this lovely piece of angpow:

When I first see this angpow, I remembered back when I was about 8 - 9 years old when during my school holidays, I would follow my late mum back to her hometown (a small village used to be well known with charcoal mining). I always cherished my childhood memories because these are the times when I get to roam free, enjoy my childhood with my cousins, catch grasshoppers, catch tadpoles, pluck plants and play 'masak-masak' (pretend cooking), cycling around my small little 'kampung' (means village).

Now what is so memorable with this angpow?

One time, I followed my cousins cycling to this small river further into our kampung. We parked our bicycles nearby and went into the small river trying to catch fish. Happily wading into the ankle length water we suddenly realised our surrounding became very quiet, so we looked up and saw a bunch of cows drinking water from the stream. The closest cow to us was about 10 feet away.

We continued playing but one of my cousin suddenly shouted that I was wearing a red colored top and kids being kids, we ran away as fast as we could thinking the cows are going to chase red colored stuff. We ended up going to another safer river to catch tadpoles, which became another childhood memories of mine as it was my first time seeing tadpoles too.

What a sweet childhood memories!

** Note: I have disabled the commenting feature on my blog engine thanks to all the spammers who happily spam my blog every day. If you wish to ask me any questions, you can find me at my Facebook page (I'm there almost everyday) or just drop me an email if you wish to maintain some anonymity.