The Story of the Voice | The Iron Rolling Door of Grandma's House

In the middle of the night, there was a sound of pulling the iron rolling door outside, which brought back a series of memories of my grandmother’s old home in Pingtung. The sound of pulling the iron rolling door in the early morning has a special meaning. Image of getting ready to start working hard.

It is a small two-story old house located in Wulongping, Pingtung, with arcades and iron rolling doors. Although the old house is now in ruins, the memory of childhood is also blurred, but I have no idea about that house. The house always has a special feeling. According to my mother, I lived there until I was two years old and was brought up by my grandmother. When I got older, my mother often took us back to find grandpa and grandma. I used to play under the arcade of the old house, and I remember that when I raised my head, I could catch a glimpse of the swallow's nest in the corner. There was an old lady's car parked in the arcade, which was my aunt's commute to Pingtung and Kaohsiung when she was a student.

Entering the door, it is a small living room with a traditional terrazzo floor. There is a wooden round table in the middle. During the Qingming Festival, the whole family will sit at the table and enjoy the moist cake prepared by grandma. There is also an old pulley in the living room. door black and white tv.

Going further inside is the dining room with a small space. There are a lot of change in the small drawers on the wooden cabinets. Sometimes I will sneak a few ten dollars from there to buy things at the grocery store at the end of the alley. There is a bed next to it, which is where A-Gong usually sleeps. When she was young, she ran a suit shop and was a good tailor. A-Gong's quilt was made of pieces of suit cloth.

Once my mother bought a big octopus and put it in the counter in the dining room. The octopus escaped when humans were not paying attention. It took a lot of work to catch it. I heard from my mother that I liked taking it in the dining room when I was a child. The pots and pans were banging, and every time she came to see me, she heard gongs and drums before she saw anyone.

What impressed me most about the bathroom next to the dining room was the mosaic bathtub. At that time, the hot water had to be heated first. The kitchen is old and rudimentary, with a wood-burning stove, but when I was a child, my grandmother switched to a gas stove, and the stove is still standing. When I went back to my mother’s house for the New Year, my uncle cooked three cups of chicken in the kitchen. new. The back door of the kitchen opened, and what I saw was a field of giant taro leaves and betel nut trees. The creatures in the field sometimes ran into the house. Mamaw said that once a snake in the field got in through the drain hole of the washing machine.

The stairs leading to the second floor are next to the dining room. Once, my brother, who was less than three years old at the time, rolled down from above, alarming the whole family, but everyone was fine; The stairs are very steep. You have to lift the iron cover to get to the top floor. When I was a child, my uncle would buy firecrackers for us to play on the top floor. I am still impressed by the picture of being chased and fleeing by butterfly cannons.

There are three spaces on the second floor - the Buddhist hall, the grandma's room, and the uncle's room. There was an iron box full of marbles under the grandmother's bed, which was the trophy of my uncle's childhood. The most profound nightmare in my childhood memory also happened when I was sleeping in my grandmother's room. Because I watched Uncle Sun Tells Ghost Stories before going to bed, I woke up from a nightmare and broke into a cold sweat. Watch ghost stories. There is also the classic star toilet water on the table next to the grandmother's bed.

The alley where the old house is located. At the end of the alley is a chicken farm. Their chickens are very fierce and they attacked me and ruined my appearance. There is an orange shop at the end of the alley. Grandpa often goes to the boss to play chess. The orange shop is definitely one of my favorite places when I was a child. There are ancient snacks, dongdong music, pumping music, and the kind of bubble blowing that is very similar to sucking super glue. XD, my uncle will also buy bombs and BB bombs. give us a play. Going down the alley will lead to the vegetable market. There is a morning market during the day and a night market at night. Once my grandfather took me to the stationery store on the street of the market and bought me a mechanical pencil and an automatic eraser. I am super happy.

Grandpa used to be a temple master at the Shennong Temple in Donggang, and every time he returned to Donggang, he would go there to worship. At that time, the biggest meaning of worship to a little kid was that he had candy to eat. Donggang Market is near the temple. Usually, after worshiping, you will stop by to eat good ingredients. The best food is meatballs and seafood.

After grandpa and grandma moved to the new Toutian community, grandpa changed to play chess in the small temple near the new home (always thought grandpa is a very social person XD), and often took naps under the banyan tree, when we returned to Pingtung He would always be excited to find him across the road in the fields. Once, Grandpa had a tragedy of Mao Bo, and he fell into the field while riding a bicycle at night, embarrassing. When my grandfather and grandmother first entered the house, they raised chickens. My brother and I were very cheap and would play tricks on the chickens. We even accidentally crushed the eggs of the neighbors’ chickens. gín-á-póo).

What I look forward to most when returning to Pingtung is to let my grandpa take us to the beach. Donggang can smell the salty smell when we ride a little toward the beach. Once we went to the beach to fly a kite. Just gone with wind....

My great-grandparents’ home is also in Donggang. The last time I saw my great-grandfather, he was sick in bed with pneumonia and passed away not long after that. Although I am not familiar with it, that was the earliest memory of my relative’s death. One or two years after my great-grandfather left, my great-grandmother also passed away. She fell into a stream and drowned when she was walking outside with dementia. It is said that she mentioned that she would go out to find her wife. He must be deeply concerned about the other half in his heart, and hope that they will be as affectionate as they are in heaven.

After my grandfather passed away in 2007, the house in Pingtung was sold. We don’t go back to Pingtung several times every year like before. My grandmother also left us in 2020. The memories of childhood fade away bit by bit with time. , Ban Peo, I can only use words to record these trivial but precious bits and pieces while I still remember them.

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