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Just to share another interesting episode for your blog. This true story that happened more than 40 years ago came to mind.
For those who lived, played or hung around the East Coast Road (Katong) area during that time will remember this lady everyone knew as Water Mary (we never got to know her real name) reason being, that whenever she was anywhere near large amounts of water, she would just immerse herself in it and get soaking wet. She loved it when it rained.
She used to live in one of the terraced houses in Katong and her regular hang-out was at the church which was across the road from her home. Most of the time when she walked out of the church, her clothes would be wet.
As the reader can tell by now, she was not her normal self. The story went that one day before a church service and while she and her fiance were crossing the road, they were involved in a hit-and-run accident. Witnesses who saw it happened said he died in her arms shortly afterwards. The incident could have resulted in her confused state of mind.
|Terraced homes in Singapore. A familiar scene in the 1960's|
For a while in the mid-70's, after I had a family, we lived with my brother-in-law in the same area. He owned a Lawry organ and an upright Yamaha piano. One afternoon while all of us were at home and my brother-in-law was tinkling on his piano, we heard a lady's voice calling out loudly at the gate. It was this lady.
She asked if she could come in and join the fun. Mind you she spoke good English. When he invited her in, he asked if she could play any one of the two instruments available.
She was all at ease on the keyboard as her fingers flew, playing in the style of Winifred Atwell. All the popular piano tunes of the day came to her mind. And by heart too!
A few of the songs that she played included, My Tormented Heart (Toselli Serenade), Chopsticks and other piano hits by Atwell and Liberace. There were many more numbers that were played that afternoon.
But I can't recall all at the moment. Her solo performance went on for more than an hour and our home was filled with her selection of melodies.
After that, she left just as abruptly as when she came in but thanked us gratefully. Even our neighbours, who had gathered to watch her performance, were mesmerized and dumbfounded by her talent.
No one knew she could play so well. I still remember her in her sarong kebaya. She could have been in her late 40's or early 50's.
|Winifred Atwell (1914-1983) n Liberace (1919-1987)|
I hope this story keeps her memory alive. My family and I will remember her always.
Thank you, Andy.
Copyright Article by Michael Bangar.
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My Tormented Heart: Winifred Atwell.
My tormented heart
Cries out I still love you
Though I know you're gone
Your love lives on
To haunt my memory.