6 feet of separation

6 feet of separation
One of the graves at Bukit Brown cemetery exhumed to make way for new flyover.

SINGAPORE - The grave digger held up a piece of bone caked in mud and started to speak to me in Hokkien.

Surprised, I turned to my uncle for help.

They also managed to find pieces of my step-grandmother's skull and fragments of bone from her legs, he told me.

Last Wednesday was the first time I ever saw my step-grandmother.

And probably the last.

She was buried at Bukit Brown cemetery on Dec 23, 1943.

There were no photos of her on the tombstone or any of the dusty photo albums my relatives kept in their storerooms.

So even though I have been visiting her 71-year-old grave for as long as I can remember, I hardly knew anything about her.

Only that I had to swat mosquitoes while my maternal uncles and aunts burned joss paper and cleaned up the gravestone during the Qing Ming (or tomb sweeping) Festival.

But the construction of a new dual four-lane road meant her tomb and 4,152 others have been or are slated to be exhumed.

When I asked my first uncle if he felt it was a pity, he shrugged and said: "If the Government wants (the grave) to be moved, there's nothing we can do."

Despite losing part of a historic landmark, and a pit stop on my family's Qing Ming itinerary, it was not a complete loss.

Talking to my aunt while my uncle settled the paperwork, I discovered a chapter of family history I never had thought about asking.

The second of three wives, my step-grandmother gave birth to my first uncle before dying 19 days later.

So my grandfather, whose first wife was still in China, married my step-grandmother's sister - my grandmother.

This way, someone could take care of my infant first uncle. My complicated family history had slowly started to unravel.

The exhumation itself was a simple affair.

My uncle and aunt paid their respects.

And after an officer from the Land Transport Authority (LTA) confirmed the tomb was indeed my step-grandmother's, the digging began.

My uncle and aunt waited in the car, for it is considered unlucky for family members to see the first grains of soil unearthed.

I looked away.

The grave digger assigned to the plot said he usually takes an hour to get to the coffin.

My step-grandmother's grave was probably shallower than some of the older ones, as she was buried during the Japanese Occupation, he said.

"Last week, I had to dig up a grave dating back to 1929. That one took me more than two hours," he said, indicating the depth of the grave.

"That was probably more than six feet," he added.

After almost an hour of digging, he paused and pointed to a layer of black soil.

He said the soil was used to cover the coffin during burial, and my step-grandmother's had most likely rotted.

He was right.

More about

Purchase this article for republication.



Your daily good stuff - AsiaOne stories delivered straight to your inbox
By signing up, you agree to our Privacy policy and Terms and Conditions.