Tuesday 7 February 2017

The Women's Institute Club - Part II

~ Mom's Journal ~

The traditional values often portray women as housewife and mother where their primary roles are to care for the families. While the roles are indeed satisfying there are times when they can be challenging. In such a situation housewives and mothers would need time off too. Therefore there is a need to provide a platform to function as a support group where women can also develop other skills in an environment where they can also make new friends. The Women's Institute Club was a familiar organisation among ladies in the 1960s era. As a group, they may participate in local events or organise their own activities.

In a time where people were less judgemental and life was deemed to be less complicated, we found a group of beautiful, cheerful and dedicated ladies engaged in various programmes sharing joy and knowledge together. They proved to be memorable occasions.

The followings are some photographs taken at the events and activities attended by some members of the organisation.

1960s : A formal gathering at the Clerk Settlement field, Kuala Lipis


An outdoor outing by the river


Classic


Good Morning sunshine!


A photo taken in front of the Women's Institute building, Kuala Lipis


A group photo fronting the Pahang Club Road


Friendship that lasts through the years


The field, the river and the road may change with the passage of time but the memories transcend time and space.


Saturday 28 January 2017

IBU

~ Mom's Journal ~


Sebuah puisi karya Sasterawan Negara, Usman Awang

Ke Makam Bonda
Oleh : Usman Awang

Kami mengunjungi pusara bonda
Sunyi pagi disinari suria
Wangi berseri puspa kemboja
Menyambut kami mewakili bonda

Tegak kami di makam sepi
Lalang-lalang tinggi berdiri
Dua nisan terkapar mati
Hanya papan dimakan bumi

Dalam kenangan kami melihat
Mesra kasih bonda menatap
Sedang lena dalam rahap
Dua tangan kaku berdakap

Bibir bonda bersih lesu
Pernah dulu mengucupi dahiku
Kini kurasakan kasihnya lagi
Meski jauh dibatasi bumi

Nisan batu kami tegakkan
Tiada lagi lalang memanjang
Ada doa kami pohonkan
Air mawar kami siramkan

Senyum kemboja mengantar kami
Meninggalkan makam sepi sendiri
Damailah bonda dalam pengabadian
Insan kerdil mengadap Tuhan

Begitu bakti kami berikan
Tiada sama bonda melahirkan
Kasih bonda tiada sempadan
Kemuncak murni kemuliaan insan