The Life of Tan Mei LinIssue #25 of 271964
Previously, in 1963…

In 1963 Singapore leaves British rule and joins Malaysia, and the year is loud with arrests, rallies, flags and an election. Mei Lin, 23 and in her second year at the shipping agent's office, has a steady year. Her husband Teo Kah Leong asks her to write the English letters for his father's rice firm, and she does. For a few months the money from the rice firm comes late, and their savings carry them. There is still no baby, and her mother-in-law has begun to ask. At the Tan house the firm holds steady, and Indonesia's trade cut in September costs it little. Lim Swee Neo wins a sixth institutional account and is asked onto a clan committee, and she worries over her brother's wife. Tan Cheng Huat has a giddy spell in the hot months and sees a good doctor. Nobody is seriously ill.

1964
The Curfew
Tan Mei Lin, 24
senior clerk at a shipping agency
Teo Kah Leong, 30
her husband, in his family's rice firm
Tan Cheng Huat, 56
her father, a cloth merchant
Lim Swee Neo, 49
her mother, who runs the firm's institutional accounts
1964 · page 1
Exterior establishing shot: the agency's shophouse upper floor above the river, lighters below; through the open window Mei Lin at her desk.
The Dutch agent storms up the stairs two at a time.
STOMP STOMP
Mei Lin, seated and perfectly calm, pulls a thick freight ledger toward her and gestures to the chair opposite; the agent looms over the desk.
Close-up: Mei Lin's finger stops on one line of a freight ledger; her calm eyes above it.
The Dutch agent goes down the stairs, tipping his hat back toward the office; in the foreground, behind a half-open door, her employer has been listening and smiles.
Her employer stands by Mei Lin's desk and gestures to the nervous new junior clerk in the doorway.
APRIL 1964. TAN MEI LIN, 24, KEEPS THE BOOKS AT ASHIPPING AGENCY ABOVE THE SINGAPORE RIVER.A DUTCH LINE'SAGENT. THEIRFREIGHT ACCOUNT HADBEEN WRONG FOR AYEAR.WHO KEEPS THESE BOOKS?!I do. Sit down, please. Showme.IT TOOK HER ANHOUR.There. That is whereit went wrong.HE WENT DOWN WITH THE ACCOUNT RIGHT, ANDA DIFFERENT TEMPER....Thank you, miss.HER EMPLOYER HADLISTENED FROM HIS OWNROOM.THE NEXT WEEK.I found the money after all.He's your junior. You'resenior clerk now.SENIOR CLERK, AT A WAGEMORE THAN THE BANK HADEVER PAID HER.
1964 · page 2
Wide shot of the office: the junior clerk at his little desk freezes, staring at the ringing telephone; across the room Mei Lin looks up from her ledgers.
BRRRING!
Mei Lin stands beside the junior clerk, guiding the telephone receiver to his ear with one hand; his abacus and an open ledger on the desk.
In front of the elder brother, Kah Leong's father holds out the ledger of upriver dealers to Kah Leong.
Kah Leong, jacket still on, gestures excitedly as he talks; Mei Lin, setting down bowls, smiles at him fondly.
A padlocked shutter on an empty dealer's shop.
clack
At the godown desk Kah Leong's father taps the open ledger; Kah Leong stands before him with his head bowed.
EIGHTEEN, FROM A CHINESE SCHOOL: QUICK WITH ANABACUS, FRIGHTENED OF THE TELEPHONE.SHE TAUGHT HIM THE LEDGERS THEWAY THE BANK HAD TAUGHT HER,AND THE TELEPHONE THE WAYNOBODY HAD.Say the firm's name.Then listen.SPRING. AT THE TEO RICE FIRM, MEILIN'S HUSBAND TEO KAH LEONG, 30,WAS GIVEN MORE OF THE BUSINESS.The upriver dealers are yoursnow. And a share of theirtrade.THAT NIGHT HE TOLD HER TWICE.In front of my brother! Hesaid it in front of mybrother!JUNE. THE DEALER WHO HAD PAIDLATE THE YEAR BEFORE SHUT HISSHOP AND WENT TO JOHOR.HE OWED THE FIRM MORETHAN KAH LEONG'S SHAREOF A YEAR'S PROFIT.Your dealers. Your loss.
1964 · page 3
Kah Leong eats alone at the table late at night, hunched, silent; Mei Lin watches from the bedroom doorway in the half-dark.
Kah Leong sits hunched at the table, eyes on the tablecloth; Mei Lin across from him, already answering.
Mei Lin sits alone on the edge of the bed, an open bank passbook in her lap, lips pressed together, thinking.
Cheng Huat, seated on the right of the frame, holds a written cheque out across the table; his arm, hand and the cheque reach toward the left.
Kah Leong walks beside Mei Lin to her parents' door, a tin of biscuits in his hands.
FOR A WEEK HE CAME HOMELATE AND ATE WITHOUTSPEAKING.THEN ONE EVENING, LOOKING AT THETABLECLOTH:Could you lend mesomething... fromthe shophousemoney your fathersettled on you?Yes.SHE SAID YES BEFORE HE HADFINISHED ASKING.It isn't enough.ON THE SUNDAY SHE WENT TO HER FATHER, TAN CHENG HUAT,AND DID NOT TELL KAH LEONG.How much?Pay it back when you like. Ordon't.IN OCTOBER KAH LEONGFOUND OUT. HE SAIDNOTHING ABOUT IT.THE NEXT SUNDAY HE WENTWITH HER TO HER PARENTS'HOUSE, THE FIRST TIME INMONTHS.
1964 · page 4
Riot police advance down a street at dusk past an overturned bicycle as people flee into doorways; no visible injuries.
CRASSH
Mei Lin and Kah Leong sit very still beside the wooden radio, lamplight on their faces.
Mei Lin in a queue of women at a rice stall, everyone glancing at the clock.
Kah Leong slips a card from his sleeve; Mei Lin sees it and says nothing, smiling into her hand.
An empty street, all shutters closed, in harsh noon light.
21 JULY 1964. FIGHTING BROKE OUT ALONG THE ROUTE OFTHE PROPHET'S BIRTHDAY PROCESSION FROM THE PADANG.BY NIGHTFALL THE WHOLEISLAND WAS UNDER CURFEW.THEY STAYED IN THE FLAT FOR MOST OF THE NEXTTWELVE DAYS, AS EVERYONE DID....a curfew is inforce. Everyone mustremain indoors...WHEN THE CURFEW LIFTED FOR A FEW HOURS, THEWHOLE BLOCK QUEUED AT THE MARKET.UP AGAIN! TEN CENTSMORE THAN TUESDAY!PRICES WERE THE ONE THINGIT WAS SAFE TO TALK ABOUT.HE TAUGHT HER A HOKKIEN CARDGAME, AND CHEATED.Ha! I win again!SHE LET HIM.SEPTEMBER. TROUBLE AGAIN, IN GEYLANG SERAI, AND THESHUTTERS CAME DOWN FOR ANOTHER WEEK.
1964 · page 5
Neighbours squint at an official notice pinned to the stairwell wall.
Full-figure: Mei Lin by the stove (slim, not yet showing, in a cotton blouse and skirt) has just told him; Kah Leong grips the edge of the kitchen table with both hands, stunned, his body leaning down toward the bottom of the frame.
Kah Leong, breathless, slaps coins on the counter; the shopkeeper holds up a tin of Ovaltine and a paper bag of oranges.
They sit together on the stairs peeling oranges, a tin of Ovaltine between them.
Cheng Huat watches bales loaded out, order book under his arm.
Cheng Huat shakes hands with the Riau trader at the water's edge; bales of cloth stacked in the boat.
A NOTICE WENT UP ABOUT THE STREET'S FUTURE. WIDENED?CLEARED? NOBODY COULD TELL.THE LANDLORD SAID IT WOULD COME TONOTHING.OCTOBER.I'm expecting.THEN HE WENT OUT, AT NINE AT NIGHT.Ovaltine! And oranges. A wholebag!AS IF SHE WERE ILL.THEY ATE THEORANGES ON THESTAIRS.Eat. All of it.I'm not sick, you know.HER FATHER'S CLOTH FIRM GREW, AFTER FOUR FLAT YEARS.THE ORDERS HELD BACK SINCE MERGER CAMEIN, AND NO DEBT WENT BAD.THE RIAU TRADERS KEPT CARRYINGITS CLOTH ACROSS THE STRAIT,THROUGH A SECOND YEAR OFCONFRONTATION.Same again nextmonth, towkay.
1964 · page 6
Cheng Huat counts out wages from a cash box to a line of workers.
Swee Neo, handbag on her arm, accepts a signed supply order from the canteen manager with a small, satisfied nod.
The doctor listens to Swee Neo's back with a stethoscope; she stares straight ahead, handbag on her knees.
Swee Neo and Cheng Huat sit side by side over the account books; behind them, the door of Mei Lin's old room stands open on an empty bed.
Mei Lin has just told her parents. Cheng Huat has put down his chopsticks; Swee Neo has begun to cry; Kah Leong sits beside Mei Lin, shy.
THE CURFEWS SHUTTHE GODOWN FORNEARLY THREE WEEKS.Every day.You'll be paidfor every day.HE PAID IT FROM WHATHE HAD PUT BY, ANDLOST LITTLE TRADE.HER MOTHER, LIM SWEENEO, WON THE FIRM ASEVENTH ACCOUNT: AGOVERNMENTDEPARTMENT'S CANTEEN.From Monday,then, Mrs Tan.IN THE AUTUMN HER COUGH CAMEBACK. SHE WENT ALONE TO THEORCHARD ROAD DOCTOR.Take thistonic. And stopgoing down tothe godown inthe rain.THE HOUSE WAS QUIETERTHAN EVER. SHE MISSEDMEI LIN MORE THAN SHESAID.IN THE EVENINGS THEY SAT OVER THE BOOKS TOGETHER, ASIN THE FIRM'S FIRST YEARS.NEW YEAR'S EVE. SHE TOLD THEM AT THE ROUND TABLE. HERFATHER PUT DOWN HIS CHOPSTICKS AND SAID NOTHING FOR ALONG MOMENT....Has the flat room for acot?Of course it has!AND HER MOTHER BEGAN, AT ONCE, TOCRY.
The year in money. Household income about $2,418 a month, against a peer median of $240: 10.1 times the median (1963: about $2,453 against $235). Her parents' household: about $4,072.
The real 1964

On 12 February the Housing and Development Board launches the Home Ownership for the People Scheme. The PAP contests the Malaysian federal election of 25 April and wins one seat, Bangsar, angering the Alliance in Kuala Lumpur.

On 21 July, during a procession for the Prophet Muhammad's birthday that set out from the Padang, violence between Malays and Chinese breaks out near Victoria Street and spreads to Bugis, Geylang and elsewhere. An islandwide curfew is imposed that night and not fully lifted until 2 August; 23 people die and 454 are injured. On 2 September the murder of a Malay trishaw rider in Geylang Serai sets off a second riot; 13 die, and a curfew runs from 4 to 11 September.

Confrontation with Indonesia continues: Indonesian trade stays cut, there are bomb blasts, and from 13 August a sea curfew bans night fishing.

Mei Lin is 24, married since November 1961 to Teo Kah Leong (30), in his father's rice business at Boat Quay; since May 1962 she has kept the books of a shipping agent. Tan Cheng Huat is 56 and Lim Swee Neo is 49. Median household income for the peer group is about $240 a month.

Sources

  • Wikipedia: 1964 in Singapore; 1964 race riots in Singapore.
  • BiblioAsia (NLB), 'Konfrontasi: Singapore's Experience of an Undeclared War'.
Behind the dice How likely was each thing that happened? (Spoilers)

Nothing in Life Story is chosen by a writer. Each person's year is a set of rolls, weighted by their stats and their times; the story is written afterwards to fit what the dice decided.

WhoWhat the dice decidedResultChance
Tan Mei LinAfter she untangles a Dutch line's freight account, her employer makes her senior clerk.yes59%
Teo Kah LeongThe upriver dealer's shop shuttered and padlocked: gone to Johor, owing more than Kah Leong's year.money trouble8%
Teo Kah LeongKah Leong, eyes on the tablecloth, asks Mei Lin for a loan from her own money.yes45%
Tan Mei LinIn the kitchen she tells Kah Leong she is expecting; he grips the table edge.expecting13%
Tan Mei LinThe July riot and curfew: the radio orders everyone indoors; in the curfew breaks, women queue at the market as prices climb.prices8%
Tan Mei LinMei Lin, senior clerk, shows the new junior clerk the ledgers.picked97%
Tan Mei LinA furious Dutch shipping agent climbs the stairs; an hour later he leaves with his account right.recognition12%
Tan Mei LinCheng Huat writes her a cheque at the round table, on terms that are not terms at all.kin loan15%
Tan Cheng HuatAfter four flat years the godown is busy again: orders back, bales going out.yes40%
Teo Kah LeongIn front of the elder brother, Kah Leong's father gives him the upriver dealers.yes19%
Tan Mei LinNeighbours squint at an official notice in the stairwell about the street's future.housing notice5%
Tan Mei LinCurfew days: Kah Leong teaches her a Hokkien card game and cheats; she lets him.close55%
Tan Cheng HuatDuring the curfews Cheng Huat pays the clerks and coolies from his own savings.cushion9%
Lim Swee NeoSwee Neo wins a seventh account: a government department's canteen.yes41%
Lim Swee NeoThe Orchard Road doctor listens to Swee Neo's chest for a long time.good doctor16%
Tan Cheng HuatRiau traders' boats still carry the firm's cloth across the strait.no86%
Tan Cheng HuatThe godown shut for the curfews, and little lost.no67%
Tan Cheng HuatCheng Huat and Swee Neo together over the account books at the round table, as in the firm's first years.closeness10%
Lim Swee NeoSwee Neo in Mei Lin's old room, missing her.misses daughter8%
Tan Mei LinMei Lin well all year, at her desk through both curfews' working days.noover 99%
Tan Mei LinThe flat's accounts: tight after the loan, but nothing owing.no91%
Tan Mei LinNo hard conversation goes unsaid between them this year.no81%
Tan Mei LinMei Lin alive at the year's end.noover 99%
Tan Cheng HuatCheng Huat well all year.no97%
Tan Cheng HuatCheng Huat alive at the year's end.noover 99%
Lim Swee NeoSwee Neo coughing but not seriously ill.no96%
Lim Swee NeoSwee Neo alive at the year's end.noover 99%
Teo Kah LeongKah Leong well all year.no95%
Teo Kah LeongKah Leong alive at the year's end.noover 99%
Teo Kah LeongMoney and standing make no particular difference to Kah Leong this year.none22%
Tan Cheng HuatEvery customer pays.no87%
Household income as a multiple of the peer median, 1941–1964
0×4×8×12×peer median19451950195519601964
Show as a table
YearHousehold a monthPeer medianMultiple
1941$504$4212.0×
1942$82$422.0×
1943$148$423.5×
1944$204$424.9×
1945$815$1206.8×
1946$1,114$1507.4×
1947$1,094$1557.1×
1948$1,072$1606.7×
1949$1,051$1656.4×
1950$1,691$1709.9×
1951$1,753$17510.0×
1952$1,901$18010.6×
1953$1,841$18510.0×
1954$1,791$1909.4×
1955$1,838$1959.4×
1956$2,083$20010.4×
1957$2,298$20511.2×
1958$2,390$21011.4×
1959$2,841$21513.2×
1960$3,164$22014.4×
1961$2,000$2258.9×
1962$2,401$23010.4×
1963$2,453$23510.4×
1964$2,418$24010.1×

Nominal dollars; the engine's model estimate, the same figure as each issue's money line.

The chapter in prose

1964: The Curfew

In 1964 race riots break out in Singapore in July and again in September, and the island is put under curfew. Mei Lin, 24, is made senior clerk at the shipping agency, with a junior clerk under her at last. Kah Leong's father gives him more of the rice business, and with it a dealer's debt that goes bad; Kah Leong asks Mei Lin for a loan from her own money, and her father quietly lends the rest. A notice on the block puts their street's future in question. By the end of the year she is expecting their first child, due in 1965. At the Tan house the firm grows for the first time in five years, the curfews cost it little, and Lim Swee Neo wins a seventh account and sees a private doctor about her cough. Nobody is seriously ill.

Senior Clerk

In April a Dutch line's agent came up the stairs in a temper about a freight account that had been wrong for a year, and went down again an hour later with the account right and a different temper. Her employer had listened from his own room. The next week he told her he had found the money after all: there would be a junior clerk, and she would be senior clerk over him, at a wage that was now more than the bank had ever paid her.

The junior was a boy of eighteen from a Chinese school, quick with an abacus and frightened of the telephone. She taught him the ledgers the way the bank had taught her, and the telephone the way nobody had.

The Upriver Debt

In the spring Kah Leong's father gave him the upriver dealers to manage, with a share of their trade, and said it in front of the elder brother, which was the part Kah Leong repeated to her twice.

In June one of those dealers, the same man whose payments had come late the year before, shut his shop and went to Johor owing the Teo firm more than Kah Leong's share of a year's profit. His father held him to the loss. For a week he came home late and ate without speaking, and then one evening he sat down across from her and asked, looking at the tablecloth, whether she would lend him something from the shophouse money her father had settled on her.

She said yes before he had finished asking. It was not enough, and she did not tell him that she went to her father on the Sunday. Cheng Huat asked only how much, and wrote the cheque at the round table, on terms that were not terms at all. Kah Leong found out in October and said nothing about it, and the next Sunday he went with her to her parents' house for the first time in months.

The Curfew

On the evening of the twenty-first of July the trouble broke out along the route of the procession that had set out from the Padang, and by nightfall the radio was telling everyone to stay indoors. They stayed in the flat for most of the next twelve days, as everyone did, going out only in the hours the curfew was lifted, to queue at the market with the rest of the block. The prices there were higher every time, and the women in the queue talked about nothing else, because it was the one thing that could safely be talked about. In September it happened again, and the shutters came down again for a week.

In the curfew days they played cards, and Kah Leong taught her a Hokkien game she had never learned, and cheated, and she let him.

In the same month a notice went up in the stairwell from the authorities about the future of the street, which might be widened, or cleared, or neither. Nobody in the block could make out which, and the landlord said it would come to nothing.

In October she knew that she was expecting. She told Kah Leong in the kitchen, and he held on to the edge of the table, and then went out, at nine at night, and came back with a tin of Ovaltine and a bag of oranges, as if she were ill, and they sat on the stairs and ate the oranges.

A Good Year at Last

After four flat years the Tan firm grew. The orders that had held back since merger came in, no debt went bad, and the Riau traders went on carrying the firm's cloth across the strait through a second year of Confrontation. The curfews shut the godown for the better part of three weeks in all. Cheng Huat paid the clerks and the coolies for every day of it from what he had put by, and lost very little trade.

Swee Neo won a seventh account, the canteen of a government department. In the autumn her cough came back, and this time she went on her own to the Orchard Road doctor she had sent her husband to, who listened to her chest for a long time and gave her a bottle of something brown and told her to stop going down to the godown in the rain.

The house was quieter than ever with Mei Lin gone, and she missed her daughter more than she said. In the evenings she and Cheng Huat sat together over the account books at the round table, as they had in the first years of the firm.

On the last night of the year she told her parents, at the round table, and her father put down his chopsticks and said nothing at all for a long moment, and then asked whether the flat had room for a cot, and her mother said that of course it did, and began, at once, to cry.