Friday, November 25, 2011

Old Beaufort

We dug up some old photos and decide to share them here. Some of the photos are undated. Hopefully someone out there could shed some light.

Kung Ming Primary School. Circa 1950s
Beaufort. No date indicated but its probably in the 70s
Aerial View of Beaufort. No date indicated
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Probably on 16 September 1963. Notice the word "Bunap" ? It was Borneo Utara National Party
11 June 1960. Parade to celebrate the Queen's Birthday
No date indicated but likely a Malaysia Day parade

Thursday, November 17, 2011

In Memory of the late Joannes R Labunda

Joannes R Labunda was one of the earliest members of NBHE and one of the most active ones. He returned to God on 12 November 2011 and he will be sorely missed. He left us with a treasure trove of stories of which we think he would want us to share. After all, NBHE is all about preserving and sharing. Rest well dear friend.
Gosh! My dear friends! Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes! I miss you guys (that includes gals) too and keep myself entertained following up with all your running commentaries! Will explain my absence from this important group as soon as I am able! Thanks again and Nite. - 18 August 2011
Hi guys, I too heard about that long breasted ghost and I will ask my mum the name. I am a bit indisposed at the moment but I can't resist telling you about the ghost that my friend and I saw when we were kids. I would have been about 10 or 11 at the time and my friend Gerald Masudal was perhaps 4 years older. This happened in Lutong one day when Gerard's adoptive father Anthony Jomikik had been drinking at our house at Jalan Merikan. By about 5.30 pm he was quite drunk and told my mum that he wanted to go home because Gerard was alone in the house and they were yet to cook dinner. Mum told him she had already slaughtered a chicken and had started on dinner for everyone and told him that I would go fetch Gerard from their house which was less than half a mile away on the other side of town. So off I went on my stepfather's brand new Raleigh gentleman bicycle which I had just learned how to ride! It was still light on the way home. Gerard was riding the bicycle with me sitting behind on the spring carrier. I was so small then my feet reached only on the nuts of the hub. There is a club called the Lutong Recreation Club between our houses nearer to theirs than ours. This was one of our favourite haunts and we knew every inch of the grounds. We got to the white picket fence separating the carpark in the front from the playground at the back where at the end there were two Jambu trees growing side by side about 15 feet tall. As Gerard entered the open gate on the picket fence, he suddenly jumped off the bicycle and scooted off to the front of the Club. I fell over to the left still entangled in the bicycle. I had no idea what was going on but as I extricated myself from the machine I looked up ahead and saw a man in white standing between the two Jambu trees and he stood equally tall! I quickly picked up the bicycle and pushed it back to the front where Gerard stood ashen faced and hugging one of the two pillars that supported the roof over the stairs. All he said was "Did you see it?" We ran across the dancing floor of the Club to peer through the glass louvers but the apparition had disappeared. Eerily, we heard dogs howling in the distance. After that we took the main road home! - 16 August 2011

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Train To Tenom

Note: Paul Lajumin wrote this for Facebook and has graciously agreed to have it posted on our NBHE blog. All the photos and words are his. I merely inserted a few punctuation marks and played a little merry-go-round with a few of his words. I know you’ll like his story as much as I did. Enjoy! ...TinaKisil

Beaufort Station

I was at the GM SSR Office at 8am and met Frisco who had arrived earlier.

Mana opis GM?” I asked the PA.
Saannna hujung,” she said, “ tapi ada orang dan dia mau jalan pigi outstation.” I realised she didn’t want her boss to be disturbed.
“Tell your Boss ada polis cari,” I told her. That did the trick. She hastened me in!

By the way, after the recent mishap Ir.—that’s French for Ingenieur—Hj Zain Said is the busiest railway Boss in the world.

I will refer to Ir Hj Zain  as GM and Ir Frisco as FC here and btw in the olden days Railway GMs were simply called "JIMAR"  after the acronym "GMR" ( General Manager Railways). I heard the staff called their Boss GM not jimar though.

At the Tanjung Aru workshop

After a quick breakfast at the SSR Canteen, GM took us to their workshop just behind the Main Station for a quick walkabout and to see the Halloween wreckage. The burnt locomotive and coaches were a write off.

The workshop houses the biggest and oldest (mostly) Lathe Machine I have ever seen. Some are more than 80 years old. Mind you SSR even mould their own wheels. You’ve heard of mould rubber tyres? This one’s a bumper. Imagine pouring molten steel into a mould to make train wheels! This is an engineering feat and done right here in Tg Aru.

There are many more gadgets to marvel at but I leave those for your own eyes when we come back next month. Btw the senior technician told me the holes on the roof of their oldest shed were made by Japanese warplanes. Apparently, the sheds doubled up as shelters in WW2 so the Zeros strafed them as well.

The Halloween wreck

We left Tg Aru Station about 8.30 am. Our next stop was the recent mishap site at Kapayan. It looked like a warzone that had been struck by a phosporous bomb. Massive thermal energy had melted the tracks at two points. Solid metal like railway tracks can melt just like that! Imagine the heat that melted and destroyed the NY Twin Towers on 9/11. We drove to Beaufort because the tracks from Tg Aru to Beaufort are still out of service.

We reached Beaufort and were warmly met by the Beaufort Station staff. They must have thought we were VIPs when they saw we had been driven together with their JIMAR! :-)

GM got a phone call from the Works Ministry Perm Sec to see the Minister ASAP to brief him in detail about the Halloween Crash. So GM left us in the good hands of SSR staff to continue our journey to Tenom by rail.

Waving school kids along the tracks to Tenom

At 11.00 am we boarded a maroon coloured  railcar No. 2202 and started our journey. Including the Driver, there were seven of us altogether. The railcar is like my beaten up wheel barrow!

“How old is this railcar?” I asked the old timer driver. He shook his head before he answered.
“It has been here before me.
“And how old are you, sir?”
Nda lama lagi pencen; tahun ani juga,” the old timer replied. So I guess the juggernaut is about 60 years old or more!

We proceeded to our first stop, Rayoh Station, chugging through lush vegetation, rock-faced cliffs, the meandering Padas River and snow-white egrets flying alongside us.

This could have once-upon-a-time been a station master's house.

We saw schools, waving school kids, maintenance gangs, kuburan Sharrif, power stations and plantations. There was a group of elderly folks on the way home from a hunt. (A policeman can easily spot a neatly hidden bakakuk on a hunter’s side.) 

The train horn was as irritating as it was assuring we didn't hit animals and humans along the tracks especially at blind spot corners. I could see the driver enjoying pressing the horn switch. He reminded me of the crazy PI and Indon taxi drivers honking for nothing!

Halogilat Station

We stopped at Halogilat  Station. FC met some of his buddies still doing some work there. I used the toilet for first job. It was a clean and fresh smelling bathroom.

Btw, I wonder if Halogilat got its name from some swear word: ‘Heloo Gila!!’

It’s Tenom straight ahead after Halogilat and we reached this famous coffee town at about 12.30 pm.

Passengers waiting to board a Beaufort-bound train at Tenom

Many north bound passengers were waiting to board another train to Beaufort. I like the scene: passengers young and old, pretty maidens, farmers with live chickens and crates of beer, dating couple, mothers nursing babies and I bet I saw a group of elderly folks who were a bit high on ‘spirit'.

We continued our journey back to KK by SSR SUV. We stopped at Keningau for lunch after which I bought a Toto 4D 2202 at the outlet next to Restoran Sri Keningau.

The ride was enjoyable, the sceneries refreshing and I took many photos. FC and I will list out some side activities like visiting the Depot and Station for our trip next month.

I know the question of safety is uppermost on your minds especially after the recent mishap so let me assure you that train rides are SAFE.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dusun Lotud Vanishing Rites

by : Justin Wong

Recently, Mr Frank Faurillo was in Tuaran and witnessed the following ritual being performed by some old ladies of the Dusun Lotud. The following clip is made available courtesy of Mr Faurillo.



Could this be the Mamahui Pogun ritual, a rite to cleanse the universe? The Rungus has similar rite too. Done every 50th and 100th years to cleanse the land. 

Frank found out that it was the last time the ritual was going to be conducted because the younger generation of Dusun Lotuds are not interested in continuing with the tradition. Most having converted to Islam and Christianity.

NBHE remembers and look forward for anyone to come forward to provide details of the Dusun Lotud's vanishing rituals.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Folklore from Kampung Takuli, Beaufort

By : Justin Wong

Someone from the North Borneo History Enthusiasts group once asked me how Dusun people ended living in Kampung Takuli, Beaufort, which to his knowledge is a Bisaya kampung. I was stumped because I never thought of asking that question. I've taken for granted that the Dusun had always been there. I told myself that I would get to the bottom of this. Today finally I had the opportunity to do so. 

A childhood kampung friend (distant relative in fact) came to visit my farm this afternoon, his name is Ilon or Lon. His baptism name is Godfrey in fact but I'm more comfortable calling him Lon. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Folklore from Bingkor

As told by Fazar Arif, NBHE member as she was herself was told by an old Bingkor lady.

Edited by : Justin Wong


Many years back I met an old lady in Bingkor (before all our wooden shop in Bingkor burnt down). I asked her if she could tell me some folklores (taangen) from Bingkor. She did tell me a story and as far fetched as it was she actually believed her story to be real. 

A long time ago in Bandukan, a man decided to go hunting. He brought his dog along with him to keep him company. They walked for a long long time and did not see anything. But as he went further in the jungle he suddenly saw a giant rock right infront of him. He was wondering why the rock was there in the middle of the jungle when suddenly his dog started barking like crazy. The dog barked non stop while it circled round the stone. This man tried to make the dog keep quiet but the dog just wouldn't stop. Soon he started getting curious why the dog wouldn't stop barking at the rock. So he looked for a very strong wooden pole that he could use to lift the rock. Once he found a strong wooden pole he sharpened it and pushed it underneath the rock. Because he was a strong man he managed to lift up the giant rock by himself. As soon as he lifted the huge rock he saw the ground underneath it opened up. 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Magical Gendang (Drum)

As told by Mr Richard Nelson Sokial. NBHE member and resident expert on Sabah historical architectures. Visit his website at http://sabahwarriors.blogspot.com

Edited by : Justin Wong

Source : Mr Herman Scholz NBHE member. www.flyingdusun.com
Richard has spoken to many elders from various Dusun communities and noticed the recurring theme of a magical 'gendang'. He wonders whether the 'gendang' mentioned in each of the Dusun tribes are the one and same. Editor's note : No doubt there are other versions out there but we are recording the ones we have heard. If you have an alternative telling, you are welcome to share with us.