I continued and had then spent a four-hour round trip in Penang Hill, a hill with an elevation of about 833m, a figure that is insignificant if talking about touching the moon.
Along my way, I met a hundred-year old mushroom that never bothered to open its mouth for stories. I observed layers of the charcoal-black body, or were those the mouths of the mushroom that had talked so much, so were now unable to close back?
Nevertheless, an abandoned rubber press machine reminded me about the past glory of this place; it talked about someone like James Scott, David Brown, and Francis Light. I know Francis Light as the founder of Penang; I asked again, and understood that the other two were British merchants who grew also nutmegs, cloves, peppers and strawberries. David Brown’s descendants brought in rubber trees later.At the end of a brief history, I was stopped from taking a detour to beyond a bend. A signboard said: Beware of dog- a David Brown’s dog?
23 comments:
"hundred-year old mushroom that never bothered to open its mouth for stories..or" (ah ha ha) Oh this was rich, and what a neat old press!!
Wow! I have been there too but never really have seen them thru your eyes!
the press machine is so neat to see out there! :)
Your version of history should be on the curricula required list.
I never realized you could learn so much from a hundred year old mushroom. Great pictures, too.
your story is always deep and symbolic. it makes me think. thanks, it's nice to use my brain every now and then. wink*
There goes the abandoned lonely money spinner that spun tons of rubber sheets producing lots of multi millionaires in Penang. Leaving behind the speechless mushroom and David Brown's dog as its faithful companion.
That machine may worth a lot! Try putting it on ebay. But do beware of dog.
what is that old press doing there? Did you steal people's latex and process it i the jungle? I am told rubber latex price is very good.
Seriously, have we got esp or what?
I finally got the momentum to go make to the first draft of my first book. And I was editing the rubber tapping. My ancestors were rubber tappers. I used to enjoy helping my grand father crank that machine.
Hoping to revive my book.
The press machine is very interesting to see, and it is the perfect companion for that 100-year old mushroom! Both can't talk..
I feel like taking that rubber press machine home. Polish it back. It might be useful in the garden.
how is a rubber press used? that mushroom needs a facelift.
Rainfiled, your wit and wisdom never ceases to amaze me. I always look forward to the journeys here on your blog. I really love that old press machine, what a find.
So you have captured a piece of history.
I feel the sadness of the rubber press. Sitting there surrounded by so much activity, but none of it involves him anymore. He is old, unused, forgotten.
Had to get in here once more, response to previous commenter. Secondary Road, who wrote:
"but none of it involves him anymore. He is old, unused, forgotten."
Hey guys, when you as old as me you will have gotten used to feeling like the old rubber press.
Old, used, forgotten--grin!
(not really! But 'old'..YESSS!)
I think the press machine was newly abandoned or it was me who couldn't see the rust on it clearly.. ha.. a very nice post its sometimes so strange to find things at those places where they were never meant to be kept.
Naqvee
sometimes it is amazing what you find in the woods, from old mushrooms to old presses... hehe!
But it sure looks neat!
thanks and thank you for your sweet comment on my HOT post!
Leontien
If you stay long enough, perhaps the mushroom and press could tell you hundreds of stories from their past.
What a place to find a rubber press machine. I think the 100 yr old mushroom makes more sense to me. Great photos.
Such an interesting walk in the woods. How did the rubber press machine get there, I wonder. I think I would have to bring it home and use it for something in my house!
:) I would love to see those hundred-year old mushrooms, maybe they were those of the mouth of mushrooms that talked so much? like you, my hikes is insignificant compared to touching the moon, but each time we do it, it sure does feel like we been to the moon :)
The old mushroom is very interesting...
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