As the floats rolled past, strangers became friends, exchanging opinions on which floats they liked. It was like a village affair.
I remember my late Grandmother’s sharing about the Chingay parade that passed through Toa Payoh back in the 70s. I was very young and she was describing to me her memories of Chingay. She recalled the anticipation of everyone, looking forward to hang out with the neighbours and strangers alike, gathering along the streets. Everyone waited in anticipation for the dazzling exhibition of decked out lorries and performers dancing in their outlandish and colorful costumes. In the past, Chingay parade was brought to the heartlands, of which Toa Payoh was fortunate to experience the celebration. It was held in the day time rather than night time. It was truly an event with everyone looking out from their corridors or lining the streets. This enabled all to enjoy and participate in the celebrations without having to travel too far from home.
There were lion dancers, dragon dancers, stilt walkers and many more adding to the magical atmosphere. It was a celebration for all races and religions, bringing joy and amusement as families, from grandparents to parents and grandchildren attend the fun celebrations together. Everyone craned their necks while waiting, becoming more excited once they glimpse the lights of the first float. Small children were carried or sat on the shoulders of their parents, towering above the crowd. As the floats rolled past, strangers became friends, exchanging opinions on which floats they liked. It was like a village affair, spectators cheering the performers. When the last of the exhibits passed, everyone slowly walked home, joy of the festivity lingering.
My grandmother’s favorite memory was always how everyone felt at that time, getting together excitedly to watch Chingay. She said it was just not the same watching it on TV.
Writer: Jason See