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A BRIEF HISTORY OF LIFE IN REME

 

A Craftsman’s Story 1948 to I953

 

 Contributed by: Phil KEMPSTER

 

Chapter Fifteen.

 

It Was Not All Work And No Play. 1950 – 1952

 

My time spent in Singapore and Malaya, almost three years in total, was not all work and no play.  I had great times visiting the many bars, clubs, cinemas and other places of interest, mostly on Singapore Island.  I had some good mates, the best one of all being my best pal Cfn. Peter Plumb. 

 

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My best pal Craftsman Pete Plumb.

 

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Craftsman Pete Plumb and myself.  The photo was taken on my 22nd birthday to send home to Jean.  It was taken in Singapore on the 22nd of February 1952.

 

He was a Driver Mechanic at Base Workshops and was the R.S.M’s driver for a while, then he went on to the big trucks and the last time I saw him he was driving an American Mack Transporter, a bloody huge truck with an open cab.  He came up to 221Bn R.A.O.C in it and came to look me up.  I had not seen him for ages so we arranged to meet up one weekend.  I said I would try and get a weekend pass and stay at Rowcroft Lines.  I got permission from Capt Balsam my C/O to take my truck and I stayed in Pete’s billet at Base Workshops.  I met quite a few lads that I knew and we had a good old chinwag about the old days, me and Pete went into town for a night out and what a night that was.  I think we started off in the New World, this was one of many pleasure centres in Singapore, there were side shows, fair grounds, bars with live music where you could buy tickets to dance with local girls, and plenty of eating places.  Myself or Pete were not keen on local dishes like curries and rice with chicken or fish.  Our favourite eating place was the Stamford Restaurant on Stamford Road near the city centre, the mixed grill there was second to none.  After a good meal here we went to another favourite bar of ours, very near to the Cathay building, that was the tallest building in the City with a large cinema on the lower level where all the best films were shown.  Above this level were apartments and offices and on the very top was Radio Singapore.  After a few bottles of Carlsberg and one or two brandies and dry gingers we decided to go to see a film on at the Capitol cinema that was near to St Andrews Cathedral.  This was a nice cinema and had a bar and restaurant.  After one or two more drinks we went to watch the film, I can not remember what film it was, in fact I don’t remember anything after that until waking up on a grassy area close to the sea shore.  We were covered in mosquito bites, it was daylight and early morning, we must have looked a pretty sight.  We staggered over to the Union Jack Club that was quite near, had a hearty breakfast and got a taxi back to camp.  What a night to remember.  I could go on and on about night life in Singapore but I wont, I will leave that to Leslie Thomas and his tales of the Virgin Soldiers, what a randy lot the Pay Corps must have been.  Us lot in R.E.M.E. were Angels compared to them.  I was soon back to Johore and back to work, it was nice seeing old Pete again, I hope he reads this and gets in touch as I would love to hear from him.

I must mention about the days we used to have out to Changi Beach both from Base Workshops and the Workshops in Johore Baru.  If, like me, you had charge of a vehicle you could make a request to use the vehicle for recreation purposes, this was provided that you wore your uniform at all times whilst driving and carried the necessary documentation.  I did this on many occasions.  Trips to Changi beach were always a favourite trip out for us at weekends and I did not mind the driving, in fact I enjoyed doing it.

Changi was situated about 10 to15 miles from Base W/shops but a lot further from Johore, about 50 miles or so.  You had to cross the causeway from Malaya to Singapore Island, a lot of W/W 2 troops that served there will remember this stretch of causeway, our forces blew a section of it up to slow down the advancing Japanese Army.  I think it must have been done in a hurry, a good long jumper could have cleared it easily.

The beach at Changi was lovely, miles of sandy beaches and quite shallow in places, ideal for non swimmers like myself.  The lads always enjoyed themselves and always brought a few bottles of beer with them, there were shaded areas to park and plenty of bushes to change under. 

 

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Least said.  No names from this angle.

 

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Craftsmen Cole and Cousins on the beach.

 

I shall always remember one occasion when I was there, this was before I learned how to swim, it must have been in 1950.  It was a group of the lads from 42 Base Workshops that I had driven down to Changi and one of the lads had a sister who was stationed at Tanglin, this was where all the H/Q offices for F.A.R.E.L.F. were situated.  He arranged for us to pick her and a friend up and take them with us to Changi.  I knew where this place was I had often been there to our H/Q office and had been the driver for our big boss Lt Col Trewby for a short period.  The staff car then was a Standard Vanguard. 

Anyway to continue my story, we picked up the two girls and off we went to Changi beach, during our time there after swimming and showing off to our new friends with me with my feet firmly touching the bottom pretending I was  swimming in the shallow water, not telling any one I could not swim a stroke.  I had taken a bit of a fancy to one of the girls and I think she liked me too, her name was Olga.  Anyway she asked me if I would like to go out in one of the small rowing boats that were for hire further down the beach.  I thought, great you are in with a chance here.  Off we went hand in hand and hired one of these boats, we started rowing away from the shore with swimmers giving us a push to help us on our way.  This is when things started to go wrong for me, the tide was coming in and the sea began to get a bit choppy to say the least. The boat started to fill with water and Olga thought this was great fun until she saw the look on my face she said “Blondie you can swim cant you?”   I said “No, not a stroke.”  She did no more but carefully got into the water and started to push us towards the beach and shallow water, by this time the boat was starting to sink and I was clinging on for dear life scared out of my skin.  She managed to get us in to shallow water as the boat sank from under me, we got to the beach and she said “You bloody fool, why didn’t you say you couldn’t swim, you could have drowned.”   We walked back to where the rest of the party were on the beach without a word being spoken and Olga never told anyone what had happened, I was pleased about that.  I would have never lived it down so I vowed then that I would learn to swim.  I decided to visit the swimming pool that was a short distance from Rowcroft Lines, this was situated in Gillman Barracks, we used to visit the N.A.A.F.I club there sometimes.  I went to the pool every evening and after a few weeks I taught myself to swim, what a difference this made on my trips to Changi Beach.  I never met any more girls but I had a great time swimming and diving with my mates

Another place I used to take the lads from Johore to was the Tiger Balm Gardens in Singapore, it was at Haw Par Villa quite close to Base Workshops. I had been there many times when I was stationed there, it was within walking distance from Base Workshops.  This was a huge area of ornamental gardens and Dioramas of centuries ago in that region. 

 

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Myself outside the entrance to Tiger Balm Gardens. 1952.  I hired a private car for this trip out with some of the lads from R.E.M.E. Inspectorate Team, Johore Baru, so we went in style on this trip.

 

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It’s OK Jock, it’s not a real one.

 

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L/Cpl Ted Wright and Craftsman Vickers at Tiger Balm Gardens.

 

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Our clerk Craftsman Jock ? at Tiger Balm Gardens 1952

 

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Tiger Balm Gardens 1952

 

There was a small village quite close to the gardens but I cannot remember the name of it.  There was an open-air cinema there that we used to go to some evenings, it was quite amusing watching films in the open air, small lizards would run across the screen and the air was full of insects, mostly mosquitoes.

The time was drawing near for me to return home to dear old Blighty and regular visits to our admin office to look at Part One Orders on the notice board soon put a smile on my face, there was my name on the list for drafting back to the U.K and guess what ship I was going back on.  Yes, the Dunera, just my luck.  I remember thinking I hope the voyage home is better than the voyage out here on that ship, anyway I was going home that was the main thing.  I said my goodbyes to all my pals and sent a telegram to my girlfriend Jean to say I would be home in about four weeks all being well.  I was going to stay with her parents for a while until we were married.  I think that I was the only one from R.E.M.E. at the workshops at 221 Battalion Majeede Barracks, Johore Baru, that was going home at this time, it must have been late October or early November.

 

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The entrance to Singapore Harbour.

 

Published: 1st November 2007

 

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