Showing posts with label Childhood Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood Memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A rain tree of memories


The post SUMMER BEAUTY in Raji's Ramblings reminded me of a similar tree we had at Olavipe. There is nothing much to write about it except that it was there, on the western ‘muttam’ (courtyard) and it is a part of my childhood memories.


Presented below for identification is the photo of a rain tree (Samanea saman, also known as monkeypod) I took in Chennai. Raji’s post has some better images including a beautiful one of its flower.




As children we didn’t know the name of the tree. We called it ‘thanal maram’, meaning shade tree. And shade it did give. The sprawling canopy effectively blocked the sun rays except a few that filtered through. But it didn’t obstruct the west wind because the branching started at a height of 20 feet or so. Probably the lower branches were pruned when the tree was young.


Sometimes we used to climb the tree despite the warning that the branches were not very strong. To my knowledge however, no one has ever fallen off the tree. Anyway, for children scrambling up a low mango tree was definitely better than climbing the rain tree. (See: Mango Memories)


Those days there were carpenter families traditionally attached to us. They were free to work for others also. They would leave a set of tools at our place and come over when there was no employment elsewhere. They would find a job to do, some repair work, or make furniture whether it was required or not, or carve out a toy boat or the like.


The carpenters loved working under the shade of the rain tree instead of using the ‘thadippura’ (wood store) which was the place meant for them. The cool shade of the tree and the breeze that blew in from the Olavipe Lake were irresistible.


Among them, Paramu was the one we liked to have around most. He was small made, but fair and handsome and a fine person. And he had a never ending stream of stories. The elders used to joke that for every hour of work he would talk for two hours. But it was worth having him there. In his work he was a perfectionist.


The only people who disliked the rain tree were perhaps the women who swept the courtyard every morning. I believe the reason was that the pieces of dry flowers that fall to the ground get embedded in the sand. It was a difficult to clear them away.


Today there is a Prior mango tree near the spot where the rain tree once stood so proudly in full bloom. See the photo by Dr. Sanjay Parva below:




The wall like structure that you see on the right is the back of the
Cool stones


Click on photos to enlarge.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

From the past


Some readers have showed particular interest in memories and stories about the days gone by. One I liked best among the comments on the blog and by email is from Ezee123 quoted here:

‘Nice to read your blog and the lovely details of the old times.
I have always been saying that people should write about what life was earlier sot hat the present generation could understand how life was before "today".’ Ezee123

I am listing below links to some of the posts, which fall within that category so that it will be easy for those who are interested, to locate them:

Appan.

Oru Desathinte Amma.

Medicine men of Olavipe

Chakram

Douglas DC 3, The Dakota

Some Clubs of India

Lions that guard Thekkanattu Parayil

Death of a Priest Turned Layman.

Laurie Baker - A Tribute.

Mango Memories

OLAVIPE: Heritage Home of Thekkanattu Parayil Tharakans.

A vexatious litigant.

A unique prayer.

A judgement.

World War II: MAN WHO ARRESTED ROMMEL.

Some memories of WW II, Cochin and the 1940s.

Memories: Soochi Varkey Chettan to Ravi - the Tailors of Olavipe.

Memories: Shoeless on suburban train.

Alligator Tails/Tales/Tiles.

Three predictions.

Komana Ka

The Bangalore that was, 60 years ago!

Across the black water

A Kerala Tharavad.

Going to school in a feudal era - Part 1.

An antique washing machine.

Dowsing

Please click on the titles to read.

Photo of the model of a 'churulu vallom' by Karthiki.
Click on image to enlarge.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Lions that guard Thekkanattu Parayil

A pair each of baked-clay lions guards the eastern and western entrances to the house. They have been keeping vigil for a century and more. See them below:



Photos: Karthiki

No child has grown up at Thekkanattu Parayil without climbing on the back of these lions. And sitting there, a child’s imagination soars. You are the lord of all that you survey – the expanse of the white sand of the court yard, the garden, the mango and jackfruit trees, swaying coconut palms, the rice fields in the distance.

Then the spoilsports – adults - come along. You can hear the order before it is actually delivered: “Get down, you’ll fall.” (I don’t think that anyone has ever fallen off the lions.) Immediately a servant would appear near the lion and try to hold you but you resist. No child likes such restraints.

After the elder is gone you shout at the servant. He takes off his hands but stands by, alert. The ride goes on, till you notice a pair of mynahs, or a pigeon or kingfisher and jump off the lion to chase it, the servant in tow. Or you just get bored and play something else.

In each pair of these ‘dwarapalakas’, (door sentries) one is different from the other. Can you notice it from the photographs?

One lion has his eyes closed while the other is wide awake. Sometimes the question ‘why’ is asked. That happened last week as well. The usual answer is that the lions take turns at duty. But that leads to another question.

When will the sleeping lion wake up to take over the vigil?

No answers yet.

Ends.

The House That Grandfather Built.