Sunday, 16 October 2016

Remembering King Bhumibol Adulyadej

In recent days the passing on October 13th of the much revered King of Thailand, King Bhumibol Adulyadej has grabbed the attention of almost everybody who has the good fortune to live in South East Asia.

Even then, I was quite surprised when cliff brought out his iPad, showed me these pictures and started talking about him.


It seems from Wikipedia that, after his coronation in May 1950, King Bhumibol and his consort returned to finish their studies in Europe. So it must have been during the year end break in December 1950 that the young Royals visited Singapore on their yacht. 

At this time Cliff was a policeman working for the Singapore Harbour Board and had been assigned duty on Godowns one to five. With today's fancy marinas yet to be built, this was exactly where the King decided to berth his yacht.

Cliff was one of the officers assigned to protect the Royal Yacht. This task meant that he was required to go onboard and down into the hold to guard the royal jewels. The young King wandered out and spent quite a while chatting with Cliff. On leaving, the King told Cliff "Don't worry about the jewels, just make yourself coffee machine whenever you want one."



It seems that the royal couple made quite an impression on Cliff who was only a couple of years older than the King. As for Her Majesty - his main recollection: "lovely"!

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Cliff Cycled to Malacca - Sunday Times appx Nov 1949

I have been trying to find out if we can get a reprint of this article from the National Library without much success so far.

I have quite a bit of collateral stuff to write up from chats with Cliff - but I hope this will be of interest for now.




Sunday, 21 August 2016

Bicycle rides and other adventures

It was 1948. Cliff Standley was working in the Singapore Police Force but several of his friends were living and working in  southern Johor in places like Ulu Choh (near Gelang Patah) and Pekan Nanas on the way to Pontian, places that are a respectable motorbike ride from Johor Bahru now that we have good roads. Back in 1948 of course the roads were completely different and the hazards were not limited to the quality of the roads. At night it you never knew which posed the bigger threat, Wild animals crossing the road or Communist bandits who were trying to take over after the retreat of the Japanese.

Obviously nobody travelled at night because it was inherently dangerous (not to mention the curfew). It seems however that this piece of information hadn't reached Cliff Standley who not only took to travelling to meet his friends but often did it at night. Either on a bicycle or later on his Harley Davidson.

The other day he was recounting one of his rides. He had travelled from Singapore to visit a friend, Norman Maris, a Yorkshireman from Hull who was a police leutenant at the Ulu Choh waterworks. Norman had become a Muslim but for some reason he seemed to have eschewed the lovely curries and "lemak" (coconut milk) based food of the Malays and was living an ascetic life with simple dishes like rice and corned beef. Cliff, who by then had become used to the joys of the local cuisine, was getting a bit fed up with the unexciting fare, and so, he called his friend Terry Metcalfe who was living at Pekan Nanas to arrange to stay the night there instead, telling him that he was still hungry after the sorry rice dishes that he had been offered.

Pekan Nenas was, and still is, a town known for its pineapple plantations and Terry Metcalfe was the security officer there. Terry advised Cliff to wait for the next day but, impetuous as always, Cliff climbed on his bicycle and headed off into the dead of night.

Knowing well that his warning would go unheeded, Terry put the word out, so when Cliff arrived on his Raleigh Record Ace he was greeted by a huge crowd eager to see the European who was crazy enough to ride through the jungle in the middle of a curfew.

After the exercise of the night before, Cliff slept late and woke to the delightful smell of curry coming from the kitchen. Thinking that his luck had changed, Cliff made his way downstairs happy that his exertions had been worthwhile. On the table in the dining room a wonderful curry lunch was laid out for all to enjoy. Unfortunately Terry had got hold of the wrong end of the stick and thought that Cliff didn't like the local food and had got his cook to prepare fish and chips specially for Cliff who, to this day can still smell that curry that he had to forego because politeness forbade him to explain that his host had misunderstood him.

Into the wire

As we all know, from the movies, a regular schedule can make you vulnerable if you are the target of unwanted attentions. The police used to run a security convoy by truck weekly from Johor Bahru to Pontian, a route that went past Ulu Choh and Pekan Nanas.  On one occasion, Cliff and a friend were returning by Motorbike from one of their trips to visit Terry Metcalfe at Pekan Nenas when they rode into a wire that the bandits had stretched across the road as part of a trap for the convoy that was due soon. The wire got entangled with the front wheel. Expecting to be shot at any time, they worked desperately to clear the the wire from the front wheel. After what seemed like an eternity they finally managed to clear it and get on their way. To this day, Cliff wonders why they were not shot. Did the bandits assume that no europeans would be stupid enough to ride in the dark along a quite road? Had they been mistaken for kampong folk - or were the bandits simply trying not raise the alarm?

Sunday, 14 August 2016

The Coliseum Bar & Cafe

The Coliseum  Bar & Cafe was a famous watering hole for Planters and Tin Miners. There used to be a rack by the door for hanging your guns. These days it is still a popular place to eat especially among the lawyers who work nearby.

Another popular watering hole, just opposite the Coliseum, was Nanto's Milk Bar. The joke was that they sold almost everything except milk. Nanto's was the place where everybody ended up after a long night on the town - round about 4 a.m. before heading home.

Cliff was in the Coliseum with an old friend, Dennis Wyman, when the famous cartoonist Lat walked in. Lat commented about somebody who had wandered off "Oh - he's done a Houdini" referring, of course, to the famous escapologist. Cliff replied "Houdini died on October 31st 1926" leaving Lat speechless with his command of general knowledge. What he didn't know was that Cliff remembered that particular fact because it was the day that Cliff was born!

Lat - amazed at Cliff's knowledge.



A poem - out of the blue....

Those who know Cliff will remember classic recitals like "Albert and the Lion", various bits of Kipling and many others which he learned as a lad.

He learned a lot of them because his Mother organised concert parties for her church. Leonard, Cliff's elder brother (a Sapper in the Army) played the mouth organ - Cliff took on many roles - doing magic tricks and recitals - even acting in plays. He also took on the role of compere - for which he had to fill in at a moment's notice with impromptu jokes and poems.

Today, out of the blue, this popped up.



I'm dying Kathleen, I'm dying,
Things that were faded are now bright.

I'm dying Kathleen, I'm dying,
Old friends I shall meet tonight.

I'm dying Kathleen, I'm dying,
Hush, can you hear t' splash?

I'm dying Kathleen, I'm dying,
I'm dying my moustache!


He followed up with another that he had learned when he was sixteen having elocution lessons..


The Hindoo's Paradise

And, of course, he was word perfect.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

"Borrowing" the Commanding Officer's boat

While he was still in the army, Cliff had been hoping that his brother would be coming to join him in Singapore but a certain "incident" scuppered the chances of that happening.

Cliff had made friends with somebody who lived on Pulau Ubin. Naturally the only way to get there was by boat so, in his time off, Cliff used to borrow his commanding officer's boat to row across for the day.

On one occasion, he decided to take a pair of soldiers newly arrived from the UK along with him. On the way back he decided to let them row for a change. Unfortunately despite the strong current, they completely refused to heed his instructions to row aiming upstream of the intended destination so  they were carried out to sea past Changi Point.

By the time they were rescued they were all badly sunburnt and quite dehydrated. The commanding officer was not particularly impressed, probably partly due to the fact that Cliff had never actually obtained permission for the trip in the first place.

The unfortunate consequences were that his brother was posted to Sri Lanka instead of being allowed to join his "troublemaker" brother in Singapore.

.....and remind me to tell you of the time that the boat had a leak and they rowed a semi submerged boat to Ubin....

The Worlds of Singapore

After reading an article, I happened to remark to Cliff about the various "Worlds" in Singapore.

For the uninitiated, the Shaw Brothers, Run Run and Run Me, who had built a movie empire with cinemas up and down Malaysia and Singapore, also bought into a number of amusement parks in Singapore.

The three main ones were New World, Great World and Happy World which was later renamed Gay World. These parks had various different forms of entertainment. There were dance halls where a young lad, far from home, could pay for a few dances with a hostess, a market, cinemas and a stadium where various entertainment events took place. You would find strongmen performing as well as wrestling matches and boxing matches.

In the late forties, around 1948, Cliff used to know the Shaw Brothers and even appeared as a wrestler called "The Black Muckel". He used to rehearse with friends and they used to chat during the matches taking turns to pretend to be in trouble. Later, he briefly tried his hand at boxing but stopped quickly having discovered that it was a far more serious affair. "You could get hurt boxing"

Update : It was Cliff's friend who wrestled as "The Black Muckel" Cliff can't quite remember his name exactly (He claims it was a long time ago) but it was something like "The Yorkshire Terror". In wrestling you took turns to submit but one or two were stubborn and refused to give in. One took too long to submit and ended up with one of his toes going black - and in the end it had to be amputated!

The original article

Monday, 8 August 2016

He Escaped Communists Attacks Five Times...

Yesterday I on my visit to Cliff, I read him this translation of an article in the Berita Harian that was graciously translated by a friend of mine, Azzuwan Aziz and further tidied up by Fong Peng Lim, a friend of Cliff's daughter Aisyah.

He pointed out that it was not only the planters that came under attack but the miners too - in the tin mines near Ipoh and Kuantan....



Translated from Berita Harian Online, August 27, 2014 


Image courtesy Berita Harian
The Malayan Communist Party (PKM) committed numerous atrocities in its massacre of the locals in an attempt to establish a communist state which plunged the country into a long era of emergency that lasted from 1948 to 1960.  The reign of terror was most visible after the Japanese defeat and withdrawal when there was a power vacuum before the British were able to restructure the administration on 12th September 1945. 

In a period of less than three weeks, the PKM came out from the jungles, seized police stations and executed locals, especially the Malays, that were thought to have cooperated with the Japanese.  Clifford Gerald Standley, 88, a veteran who served in the British Armed Forces during World War II had his own share of special encounters and experience with the violent communist movement.  Standley served in India (including what is now Pakistan) and Myanmar before retiring from military service in 1948 after fighting the Japanese in Malaya, and joined the police force in Singapore in the same year. “I don’t remember how many locals were killed, but for sure they were a lot of them” he said in a recent interview in Petaling Jaya. He described that it was a difficult and harrowing period for citizens to earn a living as they were on constant threats from the communists which made them fearful to go out to work or even working on their farms. It caused a massive disruption of food supply, the agricultural sector and dampened the economic growth. 

The Communists Reign of Terror

Within the militant communist organisation headed by Chin Peng, there was a special anti-European unit that was tasked to search, hunt and exterminate any European officers.
Sadly, in the first few years of the communist insurgency, over 100 European planters some of whom were among Standley’s circle of friends were also killed. The ongoing battle between the country’s security forces and the communist party escalated with the killings of a few prominent British administrative officers that forced the 1948 Malayan Emergency Declaration. Standley had accepted the position of Anglo-Johore Rubber Estate manager in Bekok near Labis in 1950 after the Natrah Tragedy.
Despite having left the police force, he went on helping his friends in an operation to hunt down the communists in jungles that spread across the peninsular as part of the British Administration’s efforts to protect the people who were mostly living in villages along the jungles. “I have lived in the period of Chin Peng’s Oppression and ruthless ambition for power”. “Chin Peng saw the British as an obstruction, therefore he turned the British plan to improve the economy by opening plantation estates into an opportunity to massacre local workers and exterminate the European managers in large military operations.” according to Standley who originated from Yorkshire, Britain. “Every time we needed to journey near or far, for example to Singapore for a few days, the terrorists would be waiting for us on the way back.” “Thus we always had to identify alternative routes”, he explained, reminding us that the roads those days were laterite trails surrounded by bushes and jungle.” 



Attack On Employee

According to Standley, the communists moved in small militant groups that were known as “Bintang Tiga” (Three Stars or Reds) and were highly familiarised with the thick jungle terrains that engulfed the whole Malaysian peninsular from Singapore, Johor all the way up to Southern Thailand. “Imagine the sheer size of the hideouts of the communists that provided the opportunities to attack the European estate and mine workers that they hated.” The estate under his watch that was located on the south of the peninsula was among the “hottest” targets for ambush. 

“They frequently marked lorries, cars and other vehicles that went in and out as they are easy targets to exterminate European planters.” He recalled. 

Standley recalled the year 1950, when he deliberately took his bicycle at 5 a.m risking the curfew and cycled all the way to Melaka just to tour around the city. “My friends in the police force were against my adventurous idea but thank God I went and came back safely”, he said. 

Night Attack

As an estate manager, Standley was constantly worried about the safety of the workers that were facing the dangers from the ambush and looting that had taken many lives and wounded more. 

“We could hear gun shots every night when they came out and shot everyone including the police officers who were manning the security posts” he told us. He himself escaped with his life from a few guerrilla attacks on European planters until it caught his enemies’ attention and became well known to them which made him a special target for the communist revenge.

Standley survived five attempts on his life between 1951 and 1955;  and his story was published on the front page of The Strait Times in 1955. Recalling all five events, Standley said, the first attack happened when he was 25 years old that landed him in the hospital for 4 months due to a hip injury. However, my life still had a long way to go and I escaped the second and third attempt on my life without injury that occurred in the areas around the estate. 

Life Snatched

However, the next ambush was something that is deeply entrenched in his mind.
Standley was already behind the wheel to visit the Kempas Rubber Estate that was about two hours journey from Bekok. Before he managed to make it off the estate bungalow compound, an estate worker stopped him. “It turned out that a group of gunmen had blocked off the estate exit road and were hiding in the bushes expecting to ambush my Land Rover”, he said. Subsequently, the gunmen were attacked by the police. However, the communists did not give up, because only 14 days later, they used the same modus operandi for another ambush. 


Recalling the day of infamy on October 21, 1955 that snatched the life of his most loyal staff, Special Constable (SC) Abu Somaa while he suffered serious injuries, his face changed. They departed at dawn that day to send the workers’ children to school in the town of Pekan Baru Bekok three kilometres away. 

On the way out, a few men dressed in the usual village attire were staring at them from the roadside. When they arrived on that hilly spot on the way back the road was blocked off.
Abu who was driving that day tried to steer the vehicle away but was forced off the road under heavy communist fire. “They were merciless to Abu who was unarmed and was in no position to retaliate. Abu was severely wounded and fell from the vehicle and the terrorists shot him in the head”, he lamented in frustrated anger. 
Seriously Injured
Meanwhile, Standley suffered a few gun shot wounds that penetrated his left thigh and to his ribs, managed to struggle to safety. A bloodied Standley finally managed to reach the estate perimeters some 500 meters away from the scene. He was then sent to the British Military Hospital in Kluang some 65 kilometers away and forced to celebrate his birthday there. 

The tragedy made the British administrators realise that the communists burning anger for vengeance on Standley put the whole estate in grave danger. They decided to change the Bekok Estate manager and thought Standley needed to be back home in Britain for the treatment to his injuries. However, Standley found himself restless in Britain. Missing the warm-hearted locals, the beautiful nature, the weather and the multitude of cultures, he returned to Malaysia in 1956. He landed a job with a commercial firm, became a citizen and started his own family in Malaysia. 

Undeserving 


He was sympathetic when the cremated remains of Chin Peng was banned from entering Malaysia but he made it clear that the communist leader did not deserve to return to the country because of the massive destruction that he had unleashed on the country. Although it is true the Japanese occupation plunged the country’s economy to the bottom but it was the communists that terrorised the country”, he said. Standley stressed that the state of emergency caused by the communist was the worst era that he had ever lived through in Malaysia but alas, it was a reality not understood by the current generation.