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Panchor Primary School

Malaysia / Johor / Bukit Bakri /

Panchor Primary School

One of our best moments in life is during schooldays. I was fortunate that at the time for me to start schooling in 1957, my father, Yasir bin Ahmad (1903-1975), being the headman in Kg. Jawa, Panchor, helped to established an English-medium school in Panchor. I, Mohamad Ramli bin Yasir, was among the pioneer students then. My colleagues include Amin Jambari, Haseri Yatim, Zainon Rafiee, Siti Sahlah Abdullah, Mohamad Muniron, Zakariah Kassim, Mazelan Buang, Talib Keliwon, Samiah Latif, Khatijah, Foo Siew Ghee, Angga, Liew Nee Fook, Wong Tong Meng, Esah Busu, Jamilah, Zainal Sikum, Jamal, Anuar, Hamdan Khairan, Zakaria, Rusdi Suhar, Amran Monel, Jabbar Sudin, Mokhtar Nabil and others. Our only teacher at Standard One is Mr. V. Sinnapah.
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Coordinates:   2°10'23"N   102°42'21"E

Comments

  • shaiful_amri
    Great story.
  • k. krishna kumar (guest)
    Dear Ramli, Every pore of my being was thrilled when I read your posting. The fellow who is standing 5th from left at the back row in your photograph is ME. I studied with you from Std. I to Std. III. If I remember correct, you were physically one of the smallest students among the 23 of us. I left for India in October 1960. Thereafter I was never able to visit Malaya. Nor was I able to maintain any contact with any of my classmates. Names of some of my classmates are: Rashid, Ajiz, Ramli, Kamilan, Sheriffa, Khadeeja, Krishnan. I might be slightly wrong in spelling their names correctly. I think Khadeeja was slightly big, and sheriffa was small. Sheriffa always used to talk incessantly with her Chinese friend, who was slim, tall and extremely pretty. To reach school, we had to cross a bridge at the end of Panchor town. Rashid's house was on the right side of this end of the bridge. I think his father was running a Malay school there. At the other end of the bridge, on the left side was a mosque. Further down the road was our school, at the far end of an open field. In 1958 our class room was an old one. A brand new class room was opened 1959. We had brand new small chairs. The building had brick walls as lower part, and iron grid as upper part. Nursery rhymes were hung on the walls. I think ours was the second batch of the School. Master Sinnappah was a terror, but my fondness for him has no limits. I remember Master Mohammed; another Master of Tamil origin; and yet another master of Chinese origin. Just outside Panchor town, on the left side of the road was the post office. Further still, on the right side was the Police Station. Opposite to the police station lay the gravel road to Lanadron Estate. Some metres down this road, on the left side was the temple of Lord Muruga. My father was one of the pioneers who established this temple. Further down this road were three bungalows, occupied by Indian officers working in Lanadron estate. The second bungalow was my home. Among my Tamil friends I remember Sreedharan, son of Padavatty, a merchant who had his shop in the estate. After coming to India, I grew up in Kollam [Quilon] in Kerala State. I retired from Government service as Joint Development Commissioner in 2006. Fondly yours, Krishna Kumar
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