Playing hide and seek in cemeteries and other stories

6 February 2011

I grew up in Hendala, Sri Lanka. Our house was situated between two Catholic graveyards. Our house was the fourth house down Pukuna Road, behind Nayakakanda Public School. We were among the first to inhabit in this area, which used to be full of cashew trees in late 60s. My maternal grandfather, Silbert Fonseka, bought two plots of lands, adjacent each other for my mother and her younger sister, Kanthi Punchi. My grandfather comes from Hendala and his father was a well-known person in the town. My great grandfather was called Bethan (Bethan Aiya or Bethan Seeya) who used to be in the business of funeral bands.

I walked pass these graveyards at least twice a day. Familiarity with these graveyards helped me to overcome common fear among people of graveyards. One of these cemeteries, the newer among the two, was behind our garden. There was a thin strip of land in between this cemetery and our garden. This means we could very well see concrete or wooden crosses in the cemetery from the backyard of our house.

The grave digger lived across the fence from our garden.  They lived just next to one of the cemeteries, the one in the back side of our home. The old man was called Santi Aiya and his second son inherited the same profession after he passed away.

Building the house

The land where we had our house at the Pokuna Road was actually a jungle with cashew trees. The land was cleared and a layer of soil was removed  to bring the land to the level of descending Pokuna Road by the piece of land. So two sides of this rectangular land gave the impression that the land was in a pit. The soil was red and the earth was hard. We called the formation of the of the earth in out land kabok–red hard rocky surface, which was very hard to dig into. So digging the ground to set the foundation of my house was a very tough job. Of course, there were workers from the area readily available to do such hard job, for which they were very used to.  The foundation of the house was laid in red bricks. I still remember on one side of the land, hundreds or thousands of bricks unloaded and stacked to be used for the house. These bricks were transported from Welivita area where my father comes from. That area by the Kelani River happen to have ideal soil to make red bricks. The other area from where we brought bricks were from the area between Negombo to Chilaw (or Halaawatha) or Puttlam ( or Puttalama). When the soil has to to be extracted to set the foundation of the house, that is also a big deal. You cannot just go and start digging the land. It has to be done at an auspicious time. A wooden tripod is created at a corner of the land.

On this wooden tripod a gok kola (yellowish tender coconut leaves) is placed and pichcha flowers and a wooden oil lamp is placed inside this basket. Then the first stroke on the ground to dig the soil is hit facing a prescribed direction at an auspicious time.  Rest of the work begin only after that. It was very interesting to see how superstition was affecting a Catholic family like mine. Although the Church discourage such rituals, they were common among Catholics or Christians. Symbolism is there in Catholic traditions too: statues, rosaries, crosses are common symbols we used. One would use an auspicious time prescribed by a Buddhist astrologer to bury a small metal cross in the cement foundation. That was how various religious symbols played an important role in each one\’s daily routines. For example, during the feast of St Sebastian in June, Buddhist and Hindus in the area too would contribute food and drinks to people taking part in the large procession.

There are so many memories around that house at Pokuna Road, 271/1B, starting from building it. When we began building the house, we used to frequently visit the site. We were living at that time in Kolonnawa. We would take the bus 152 from Kolonnawa and get off at Grand Pass, which was also called by not so attractive Kunu Mola (Garbage Factory). Then we would take stairs down and walk towards the Sugathadasa Stadium to take bus 107 Elakanda or 260 Hendala. Then we would get off at Nayakakanda junction and take the 10-minute or so walk, passing St Mary\’s Church, the sports ground behind the church, and the cemetery.

My interest was to watch every step of construction of the house. I watched how the laborers mixed cement, sand and hunu with water to make the mixture to bind bricks together. I watched how the masons used primitive instruments to keep the brick wall in construction straight and

Those days, the land after the old Catholic cemetery was cashew grove. It was during later years, especially around 1977 trees were cut, land was cleared, and the land was flattened to make the present day Elle Sports Ground. It was fascinating to see how bulldozers were moving the earth to flatten the land.  That was the play ground where I played elle almost every evening with Sarath, Nimal, Jagath and others. We had such fun those days. I really miss playing elle.This was also the ground from where I ran home when I forgot the time set by my father to come home in the evening, 6pm. I would get carried away so much by the game with Sarath, Nimal and Jagath, that I would often forget to get home in time. I will be reminded by the sight my father appearing by the grounds with a stick in his hand. Then it was a skillful effort to evade my father, passing him, and run down the Pokuna Road towards home. I would get beaten

My passion for ellay was increased when the host ellay team, Matagoda Ananda, organized a huge elle tournament in that play ground. Ellay matches would take place on Saturdays and Sundays. I was always there not to miss a single match, standing under scorching sun. Often my father joined me too. But it was such a fanfare. The elle tournament had teams from coastal area all the way up to Chilaw or Halaawatha. However, the favourite teams who ended up at the semi-final stage were Thotalanga ARUNA, Hendala (Palliyawatta) SAGARA, Kerawalapitiya MUDITHA and if I remember correct, Maataagoda ANANDA. However, my favourite among these teams was Muditha. Some of those players in the team were my heroes. Some could hit the ball beyond the ground, on the left towards the Government School or the old cemetery, towards the front beyond the cliff at the end of the ground, on the right towards the houses of Lenora\’s and the new cemetery. And the wonder was there were fieldsmen who would field beyond the ground, sometime on the road just behind the bice-poles or bice kanu (two arriconut tree trunks solidly planted on to the left and right of the player who strike the ball or batsman delineating the scope of his stroke.

[This post is not complete. I have much to write on following topic areas and finding time to do so is a challenge.]

Renovating the house

Our house was one the simple ones. Three bedrooms, one living room, dining room and a kitchen. According to the original plan of the house, a large kitchen was to be built. But my parents did not have enough money to complete the house. The house did not have a ceiling. When it rained, we had to put buckets under dripping water from gaps between tiles. But after my father retired from Sri Lanka Army and and was immediately employed by the Ceylon Tobacco Company as a Security Guard, the easiest job an ex-serviceman could get, he managed to get a loan to complete the house. This included building of a fairly large kitchen with pantry cupboards, a cooking stove with a chimney, and tiled walls over the pantry cupboards. Again, I was keen to see through the whole process of making concrete using bamboo instead of iron and whole process of carpentry work, all done by a young son of the mason who built the house at first. This young man\’s name was Peter and I called him Peter Aiya (elder brother) and he was sort of my hero as I saw him doing magic with all masonry and carpentry tools. And after returning from school, I helped too and learned how to build a brick wall, plaster a wall, make a cement mix, all sort of carpentry work. Such experience really helped me to mend things later in my life. I seldom like to throw away a broken thing and first thing I would do is try to repair it myself.

Kalawan Malluma

A variety of plants and trees occupied our back and front yards. There were, aguna kola (a dark green leaf that is extremely bitter), passion fruit vines, and various other leaves. My father passionately grew them. And on Saturdays, he would pluck tenter leaves from most of these plants to make a mixed green mallum (thinly cut green leaves mixed with thinly cut onion, scraped coconut, fresh green chillies, salt and lime juice), which we called kalavam malluma (mixed malluma). We did not really like this, as it was quite bitter, especially due to the presence of aguna kola. But we were strongly encouraged to eat them. Our father told us, \”to have good eyesight, eat kalavam mallum.\”

We had banana, papaya, jack fruit, mango trees in our garden. Our back yard was rather small but it had quite an interesting collection of trees, including a couple of coconut trees.

Hen Pen and Kalukuma

Kalukuma is the word for turkey in Sinhala. Those days we owned a few roosters and hens. These gan kukulo (literally village roosters) were strong and colorful. My father built a strong wooden pen for them in the backyard. First he digged a rectangular pit about 4 x 6 feet in size. In the corners of the pit were 3\”x3\” wooden poles and on which, about 2 feet above the ground we built the pen. It was in fact a little wooden house. He built in from scratch. I helped. All what we needed were a measuring tape, saw and a hammer. We bought wooden planks, chicken wire, bronze hinges, a few screws to fix them and a lot of different sized nails from the hardware shop and built this quite large chicken house or kukul kuuduwa in a day. What a fun doing that! That handyman thing my dad had was naturally passed on to this. Even now, there is a lot of passion in doing something of that sort.

The floor of the kukul kuuduwa had wooden planks fixed with about 1/2inch distance between them so that the chicken droppings can be easily scraped or swept through them to the pit below. The pit below was also used to with compost waste and later on used to fertilize flower pots and various plants around the garden.

The roosters and hens would freely walk around in our garden during the day time. They would jump out of the door when we open it in the morning and walk around whole day looking for worms and the like, which were plenty. A hen mother would scratch the earth to uncover little worms to feed the flock of chicks that was following her and learning from every move she makes. At around 6:30pm, just before it became dark, it was the time for them to go back \”home.\”  There was a small ladder for them to climb up to the kukul kuuduwa, especially for the chicks. The big ones would fly up through the door. If a few are missing, our task was to locate them and usher them towards the pen and then shout kuudu kuudu (which we meant \”towards the pen, pen,\” and don\’t know whether they understood this or not but we thought they did!) and they would then fly in. It would take a while to chase around a few stubborn roosters to get into the kukul kuuduwa sometimes. Then the kuuduwa would be locked and some feed and water will be placed for them to eat at night.

We also made hens prepare eggs to be hatched. It was always amusing to see the little chicks coming out eggs after about 29 days of hen sitting on them. We also put a light bulb on a pot of eggs and would have chicks in about 29 days.

Once, someone gave us a  few turkey eggs. We managed to hatch them and it certainly took a bit longer than 29 days. There were about 6 turkeys. They were not that lovely as chicks. They were quite ugly. There were about six of them. But then feeding them was a challenge. Many people told us different things, such as feed the boiled chicken egg yolk and papaya leaves, which we did. I think we spent a lot to bring up those turkeys. However, as remember, they did not grow that fast and I don\’t remember what exactly happened to them. I only know that they got a special treatment an they got along with other roosters and hens in the kukul kuuduwa.

Those were the days we had eggs from the pen which we called gam bittara–village eggs. Generally, gam bittara shells were orange-brown and egg yolks were dark orange-yellow. The eggs with white shells were called farm eggs–comes from broiler hens mass producing them in chicken farms–and their yolks were more yellow than orange. Orange eggs were a bit expensive that white eggs. Before a hen lays an egg, she would start shouting like crazy and walk around restless, her beaks open like she is very thirsty. We had to train the hens to go to the pen to lay eggs. Otherwise, they would find some place in the garden to lay eggs. Occasionally we would find a few eggs laid by an hen in a small bush after few days.

Roosters often grow up and sacrifice their lives during a special occasion–in our home it was either Easter or Christmas. And I remember that in those days, when chicken was not in mass production, the price of chicken was higher than the price of beef/pork. I am talking about 1970s and the industrial chicken production was just starting or not much popular. So, the price of gan kukul mus(t) was expensive. So, at our home, we had beef more often, pork during some weekends and chicken less often, mostly on a special occasion.

Saturday morning routine

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Sumana Stores

Funerals, eulogies and Wilbert Weda Mahaththaya and Norbert Mawalage

Funeral of Shelton Jayasinghe

Funeral of my grandfather

Funeral of Geetha Punchi

Kaju Kale which became the elle sports ground

Playing elle with Sarath, Nimal and Jagath Lenora

Watching the great elle tournament

Weaving mill

New school being built

Fonseka Master

San Christian

Jose Aiya

The man who fell into the well

Two big buckets of water and two hundred yards

Mr. Riverse

Birthdays and ballroom

Christmas Carol–\”My father sent it from abroad\”

Demala Kade

Mas Kade and Paulu Aiya

Miris Mola

Public Bath Well

Coupon Potha, Salaaka Card Eka and Samoopakaraya

Janaka, Rogan and Tino

Legion of Mary and Alter Boys\’ Association

Manike Aunty

Istharan

Bicycle races and Boniface Perera aka Bonnie

Playing cricket on church ground and Chaminda Vaas