一日，无意走过近觀音廟附近的购物廣場，驚见在三楼的一個角落，在一间不大上眼的店内，静静的摆着一張陳旧的金匠工作桌。仔细再详看，那影像差点将我活活擊倒。那可不是我小時候。日夜相对的老爸的那張工作桌嗎？那么熟悉的摆飾，那么亲切的工具。老爸就是利用这些器具，终日在桌前，敲敲打打的，将一個家独撑了半个世纪，将我们幾兄弟养大。
重見这些器具，恍如隔世。如今，老爸的敲擊声不再。留给我的，僅是一支小小的枰子。那是他常用来称量金飾用的。
那店中还摆着一張用人力拖拉金絲的工具。这一切实在令我震撼非常。只是世事无常，大多随风而逝。僅存斯人唏嘘于此。奈何奈何？
On day, as I walked along Waterloo Street toward Middle Road, accidentally I walked into a shopping centre. In that centre I found something that was related to my childhood and to my father. My Father who was a goldsmith by profession, had use his skills in goldsmith, brought up a family of four in 50 years. He was a good craftman, I still remembered one of his works was the commissioned work from the old Johor Sultan, that was in the early 60s.
As I saw this workstation of a goldsmith, it makes me recalled all my old memories that related to my father. I stood there for long time, and took several shots with my handphone to secure this scene. I regretted that I had not taken any photos while my father was working at his table.
I missed all the sounds, smell and glittering lights from his table.
A working table for a Goldsmith.
This is a tool to flatten a piece of gold bar, turns it into sheet form.
This is a tool to pull and produce gold thread with different sizes. All these tools are manual, need human force to perform the job.
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