I got the inspiration of writing this from my friend Philip. He is a full time photographer from Sibu whereas I am a full time coolie and photography is my hobby.
Rubber seed instantly brought back bitter sweet memories for me. My parents had a rubber garden, 6 acres. We depended on rubber tapping and vegetable planting for a living.
All my brothers and sisters above me had to tap rubber before going to school (if they were schooling). So they had to start work at about 3:00AM on a fine day! Too many rainy days =reduced income. So, what did it mean for me... I had to send food for them in the morning at about 6:00AM! My sisters would eat in the garden and continued on working!
Sending food also meant walking past my neighbourhood "infested" with dogs!
Anyway, perhaps I will blog about my childhood one of these days.
When rubber seed is ripe, the hard shell will crack open with a very sharp and loud sound... like a dry stick being broken. We used to pick the shinny + glossy seeds and the shell to make into toys! We could play for days without being bored! The shinny seed could be used for a "seed fight", ie, we knocked the seeds against each other and see which one broke first.
We could make three small holes and painstakingly prick out all the "inside". Then we would put a small bamboo stick across with a short length of string coming out from the third hole. Next put on a "propeller" and played with it. (The propeller could be made from bamboo or town kids use ice cream stick). I hope to reproduce one in future!
The seeds could also be used for "balancing game", ie, layout 5 seeds on your small palm. Flip it over to see how many you could catch on the back of your palm.... by the way, we prefered pebbles for this game.
Any one have more memories about rubber seeds? Please leave it in the comment.