How to make a fake tree trunk/stump for your garden

How to make a fake tree trunk/stump for your garden
by C S Wan

A fake tree trunk/stump made from cement can be used to   display plants such as orchids, and ferns;  as a support for climbing plants and as a platform to display decorative items. Fake tree trunks/stumps are suitable for outdoor garden as they do not rot and are more resistant to termites.
Below are some photos of fake tree trunks/stumps I have made for my garden and  instructions on how to make a fake tree trunk from wire mesh and cement. 

Fern. orchid and fern on a fake tree trunk

Portulaca ( moss rose ) cascading from a fake tree stump

A fake stump used as a planter for periwinkles

Bougainvillea growing in a fake stump

Zinias and cosmos growing in a fake stump

A fake tree trunk used as support for orchids and a 'branch' to hold a man-made squirrel

Fake stumps used as  platforms for a' mouse-deer' and an 'eagle' 

Things required
1. Wire mesh
2. Wire cutter
3. Cement
4. Pliers
5. Spade
6. Plastic pots
6. Emulsion paint

Instructions
1. With a wire cutter cut a piece of wire mesh, according to required  size for the tree trunk. (pic. 1)
2. Roll the wire to form a cylinder and secure the loose ends by bending them with a pair of pliers. Cover one end of the cylinder with the wire mesh.(pic.2)
3. Wrap the cylinder with newspaper and tie it with raffia strings.(pic.3)
4. From the open end use a spade to plaster the inside of the cylinder with cement until the entire area is covered.  Leave the cylinder overnight to allow the cement to dry completely.(pic.4)
5. Unwrap the newspaper and plaster the outside of the plaster with cement. With a plastic fork  score the  wet cement to form  the bark. (pic.5)
6. Place the covered end of the cylinder on newspaper and pour in wet cement. Leave it to dry.(pic.6)
7. Cover the other end of the cylinder with a piece of wire mesh and plaster it with cement. You will now have the first section of the tree trunk.(pic7)
8. For the second section  cut a hole in the wire mesh and insert a plastic pot which can be used as a planter. Follow steps 1-7 to make the second section. You can make as many sections as you like until you have the required height.(pic8)
9.  Dig a hole about a foot deep. Put in the first section of the trunk in the hole and fill round the base with cement.   Stack and secure the rest of the sections  with cement. To  hide the joints  apply some cement round the joints and score it with a fork. (pic.9) 
10. When the tree trunk has dried completely, paint it with dark brown emulsion paint.
Notes: Use your creativity to add other decorative  features such as branches, roots, etc. to the tree trunk. 

See also
'How to make bird sculpture from wire and white cement'
August 21, 2013

Melaka, Batu Berendam: Memories of kampung shops

Melaka, Batu Berendam: Memories of kampung shops

By Wan Chwee Seng


“Look at that quaint house!" 

Lulled by the soft hum of the car's engine, the voice that rose from the driver's seat snapped me out of my meditative nap. 

The quaint-looking house

 With my nose almost pressing against the windshield, I peered at the darkening landscape.  

“Eh, this is Batu Berendam, my kampung(village)”, I told my friend , Kim Ling, as I made out the murky shape of the building. 

As the building receded slowly from our view, it  brought back  memories of the small grocer store of my childhood days.  

Poh Choon’s grocer store used to stand next to the building and was a favourite with the kampung folks as it was within walking distance from their houses and the  credit purchase which the kind grocer extended to his regular customers was greatly appreciated by the mostly cash-strapped villagers. The customers were issued with the small 555 notebooks in which Poh Choon would diligently record their purchases.

555 notebooks

  Although the store was small, it was well-stocked with a wide variety of dry food which were displayed in wooden crates and gunny sacks, while other household items such as brooms and slippers were stacked haphazardly in every available space.

A typical kampung grocer store

 On the wooden shelves were glass jars filled with coloured sweets while others held  dried preserved fruits : candied olives, salted plums and sweet dates.
Tin containers with  transparent glass panes on one side were filled with a variety of biscuits, all in loose form.  

Biscuits in tin containers

 Mother would sometimes send us on an errand to the shop when she required certain household provision. Unlike our present shopping malls where we have to jostle with the crowd ,  endure the incessant blare of music and the shrill screams of unsupervised children, we could enjoy shopping in the peace and tranquility of the place.  

We would often find the old grocer sitting behind his wooden table, but he would quickly attend to us when we required his assistance. When there were things to be weighed he would take out his  dacing (traditional Chinese weighing scale) which consisted of a metal rod with a pan at one end and a bell-shaped metal weight at the other end. 

A grocer with a daching
Photo courtesy of FL Fun

 Somewhere in the dark recess of his shop he kept another weighing scale with a long metal rod and a hook at one end that was used to weigh the heavier items such as bags of rice and flour. 

An old Chinese weighing scale used for heavy goods.
The grocer is holding the bell-shaped metal weight in his right hand.

As soon as we had made our purchase, the grocer would retreat to his table and with the aid of an abacus calculate the total amount of our purchase. We watched, enthralled, as his deft fingers flicked the wooden beads; the silence of the small store broken by the rhythmic click of the beads.     

       

A grocer with an abacus

An abacus

 An irresistible attraction at the shop was the tikam-tikam or lucky pick which consisted of small paper packets pasted onto a piece of cardboard and displayed strategically at the front corner of the shop.  Attracted by the  prize money of one ringgit many kampung kids  would part with their pocket money as they tried their luck at the tikam-tikam , but  usually they would be rewarded with a sweet or some inconsequential items.

Tikam-tikam

A stone's throw from the shop, under the thick canopy of a cherry tree, stood Mahmood's rojak stall.His stall was well patronised as the affable old Indian Muslim took meticulous care in preparing his mamak rojak.The dough and prawn fritters were crispy; the cucumber, bean curds and cucumber were fresh; and the peanut sauce was thick and savory.  My siblings and I seldom ate at the stall, but would order a take away which was wrapped in a  piece of banana leaf. As we made our way slowly down the dirt track to our house, we would pick at the tasty morsels and long before we reached home most of the rojak had found their way into our stomachs.

Beyond the stall  was the village kopitiam (coffee shop) where the men of the village with different creeds and colours would gather every morning to listen and exchange  news and gossips ( buka cerita ). 

Customers at a coffee shop
Photo courtesy of FL Fun

We, kampung kids, would often drop in at the shop to pick our mail as the kampung houses had no mailing address and so the village postman would just deposit all the letters at the coffee shop.While sorting through  the letters we would strain our ears to listen to the customers' animated conversations which were often drowned by  intermittent  laughter and tinkles of cups being vigorously stirred. The strident call of 'Kopi O kaw' could often be heard above the cacophony, as a helper shouted his order to the proprietor in the back kitchen. The tantalizing aroma of freshly-brewed coffee that mingled with the scent of bread being toasted over hot coal would drift to the front counter and we would sometimes succumb to their irresistible temptation.. I remember the rare occasions when  I would join my friends  at the marble top table.  We would sip steaming black coffee and sink our teeth into the crispy toast that oozed  melted butter, delicately balanced with the caramel richness of seri kaya. Sometimes I would help myself to a piece of the savory round butter cake which was an indispensable delicacy that was placed on every table.  

A row of wooden shop houses in Batu Berendam. One of them used to be a barber shop.

Directly, opposite the old police station was a short row of wooden shops and one of the shops we used to frequent was Ah Seng's bicycle repair shop. Ah Seng was the village bicycle repairman cum barber. He could often be seen fixing a flat tyre, replacing broken  chains or spokes and doing other repair work. When a customer walked into the shop for a hair-cut, he would pause from his work, wipe and wash his greasy hands and then attend to his customer. 

At a village barber shop
Photo courtesy of F  L Fun

When we kids wanted a haircut Ah Seng would place a wooden plank across the swivel chair's arm rests and we would climb onto the seat. Lulled by the  sharp cadence of the snipping scissors we would doze off and suddenly snap our eyes wide open at the creak of a drawer. From the corner of our eyes we watched with a tinge of apprehension  as he  began sharpening a straight razor with a   strop; the sharp blade glinting ominously in the rays of the morning sunlight. 


Today, except for the few wooden shop houses which stand at a bend of the old road leading to the airport, most of the kampung shops of my childhood days have been demolished.

The road leading to the Batu Berendam Airport

 Now, modern brick buildings have replaced  the wooden shops with palm-thatched roofs. With the on-going  rapid rural development, it won't be long before the few shop houses in the village too are demolished and all that remain will be the distant and nostalgic memories of some past kampung folks