Family Story #1 - About my father Part 2

More about my dad. As a Hospital Assistant, my father was posted to several hospitals or clinics in the state of Perak. I remember vaguely the Taiping Prisons quarters when my dad was an HA there. The old wooden quarters was located behind the Taiping Museum. Typical of the workers quarters of the old days. The main structure was above ground on wooden beams while the kitchen and bathroom was on the ground, at the rear. By then, he had bought a second-hand car, a Ford station-wagon.
Then, we were at Bagan Serai Clinic. The Clinic was a two-storey building, where the clinic was the ground floor while we lived upstairs. When he was re-posted to Taiping Hospital, we lived at a rented house at Jalan Beringin, Asamkumbang. Later, father was posted to Lumut hospital (circa 1966 to 1968), the family was located at a rented house number 76, Creagh Road (now Jalan Muzaffar Shah). While he was posted at Lumut, dad would took me and my elder brother to stay with him during the school holidays. Since he was alone, he was billeted at the Hospital's batchelors quarters. It was a small room fitted with a single bed, a writing table and a cupboard. So, my brother and I slept on a matress placed on the floor.
I got to tell you this. It was at the Lumut government staff club that I first saw the jackpot machine. I think it was 20 cents per slot, any chap would try to strike it with a dollar or two in 20 cents coins.
By 1969, dad was transferred back to Taiping Hospital where he remained until retirement in 1971, in the position of Supervisor to the General Staff. The General Staff included the ambulance drivers, the office boys, the Hospital Kitchen staff and the labourers (gardeners and janitors or "amahs").
Father had many friends of all races. Many people seemed to know him wherever we went. The sellers at the market, the grocery shops, even the police and fire department. Maybe because Taiping was a small town. Today,  the towkay of a furniture shop in Taiping still remember my dad and family.
Dad's closest colleagues were Mohamad Isa and Thambyrajah.

I say, getting late. Sorry chaps. Got to pack up and go home.
To be continued....