By C S Wan
The
muffled pounding of feet was the only noticeable sound heard, as I ascended the
short flight of stairs. At the top floor, I caught a glimpse of a guard sitting
motionless in a chair, a lone figure in the gloom of the dimly lit room. A
musty smell permeated the air of the poorly ventilated room, redolent of a vacant
house with prolonged neglect.
However,
I was not stepping into an abandoned house, but was standing inside the first
floor of the old Malacca museum.
The old Malacca Museum has been converted into the Melaka Stamps Museum ( Muzium Setem Melaka) Photo: 2015 |
The old Malacca Museum with an information board on the wall. |
The Stadhuys ( Dutch town hall) |
The museum, an 18th century Dutch building with salmon red façade, nestled at the lower slope of St. Paul’s Hill and overlooked a field, beyond which was the Straits of Malacca. The end of the field near the museum was bordered by low concrete posts strung with iron chains to mark the position of a former shoreline while the other end of the field was occupied by a row of food stalls.
Low concrete posts which used to mark the shoreline have been replaced with metal posts and chains.. Photo taken in 2015 |
The museum was within walking distance of the Drainage and Irrigation Department where I had just started work as a probationary Irrigation Inspector in the late 1950s. The Drainage and Irrigation Department (DID) was housed on the top floor of another Dutch building while its ground floor was occupied by the Malacca Library.
The Drainage and Irrigation Department is now an Architectural Museum ( Muzium Seni Bina) Photo: 2015 |
A view of St. Paul's Hill from Muzium Seni Bina Melaka |
Next, to the DID building was the State Education Department which was also housed in a Dutch building,
The State Education Department is now Muzium Islam Melaka Photo: 2015 |
At the back of the DID building was a concrete staircase that led directly from the top floor to the back door of the library and its ready accessibility allowed me to spend many hours of my lunch break and after office hours in the library. Next to the State Education Department there were also stone steps which provided easy access to the church on the top of St. Paul's Hill.
The steps leading to St. Paul's Hill( 2015) |
Late one afternoon, after work, instead of spending my usual time in the library I decided to take a short walk to the museum and view the artefacts that were on display.
Now
as I stood in the dimly lit room, I noticed a few peranakan rosewood chairs,
tables, and a bridal couch were lined against the wall, their dark colours
making them almost invisible in the semi-darkness. Further down the room, a
locked glass case displayed an array of antiquated coins and old keris. The
natural light that filtered through the windows provided sufficient light for
me to read the inscriptions on the mostly worn-out coins.
Sensing the profound silence that enveloped the room, I looked around me and realised I was the sole visitor in the museum. An eerie sensation suddenly crept over me. Leaving the guard who was still comfortably ensconced in his chair to his timeless watch, I crept quietly down the stairs to the museum’s courtyard.
The gate leading to the courtyard ( 2015) |
The small courtyard was enclosed by concrete walls and paved with flagstones which were worn with time. The back wall rested against the lush green slope of St. Paul’s Hill, while fairly large alcoves lined the wall to my right.
The alcoves ( 2015 ) |
An alcove in the courtyard that used to house a rickshaw |
In the murky recess of an alcove was a solitary rickshaw with its shafts lowered, as if an unseen rickshaw puller was getting ready for his unknown passenger to embark.
An old rickshaw Photo Credit: Walter Arufat www.chinatoday.com |
As I took in the scene, I could sense the place oozing with the history of its glorious past. I could picture the courtyard echoing with cheery voices and boisterous laughter of Dutch dignitaries and the sharp cadence of their wine glasses as they partied within its homely confines.
When
the Dutch withdrew to Batavia and the British occupied Malacca I wondered about its eventual occupants. Was it home to a British family who would perhaps, gather at the open balcony in the late afternoon to talk and reminisce about
their homeland, while they sipped tea and gazed across the hazy expanse of
water. Perhaps, it was home to a peranakan family or even a convent for nuns from the nearby mission schools.
The balcony of the old Malacca Museum |
The evening light was fast failing and dark, long shadows had begun to creep across the courtyard. Realising, the museum was about to close, I hurriedly stepped out into the late evening air and left the past behind me.
The
uneventful visit would have slipped from my memory, if not for a story which
appeared in the local papers not long after my visit to the museum. The story
was about witnesses who reported seeing a ghostly female figure, clad in a nun’s habit,
strolling across the museum’s courtyard in the late evening.
According to another article which appeared in The Straits Times in November 1953 by Sheila Prentice titled 'The Hantu of No. 7 Fort Road,' the building which housed the museum dates back to the Portuguese era. Next to house No. 7 was a convent where Bastion House used to stand ( now the Malay and Islamic World Museum). According to Ms Prentice, a Portuguese nun at the convent was involved in an illicit affair with a Portuguese soldier and as punishment was condemned to death by being bricked-up alive in the outbuildings in the garden behind the house.
Years later, the local papers reported that workers who were doing renovation work at the old museum discovered a skeleton that was interred in one of the walls of the museum. Were the skeletal remains that of the nun who used to walk across the courtyard.
According to another article which appeared in The Straits Times in November 1953 by Sheila Prentice titled 'The Hantu of No. 7 Fort Road,' the building which housed the museum dates back to the Portuguese era. Next to house No. 7 was a convent where Bastion House used to stand ( now the Malay and Islamic World Museum). According to Ms Prentice, a Portuguese nun at the convent was involved in an illicit affair with a Portuguese soldier and as punishment was condemned to death by being bricked-up alive in the outbuildings in the garden behind the house.
Years later, the local papers reported that workers who were doing renovation work at the old museum discovered a skeleton that was interred in one of the walls of the museum. Were the skeletal remains that of the nun who used to walk across the courtyard.
Perhaps, tthe old Melaka Museum ( now the Melaka Stamps Museum) still harbours the secrets of its dark past.
Nice narrative at the boundary between history and fiction, reality and the realms beyond. The old Malacca museum will continue to preserve its deepest secrets and perhaps, its unseen inhabitants!
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ReplyDeleteWow brought back memories of my life in Malacca. Thank you very much CSWan.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Benny. Glad to know the article helps to rekindle fond memories of your stay in Malacca.
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