I had often heard Mrs Ann Wee described as the Pioneer of social work in Singapore - reading this book shows the reader exactly why she was so well respected in the sector. She was a living legend, there to witness and help shape our little city state from a third world migrant community to the cosmopolitan city it is today.
Her memoires meander through the last 50 years of our history. As a social worker on the ground, Mrs Wee had a front row glimpse into the various cultural practices of both the straits born and china born Chinese, of the Kong Si clan associations that supported many foreign labourers who came to Singapore to make a living, and of the emergence of the “Slums of hope” and how a generation was determined to grasp all opportunities to climb out of poverty and make something of themselves.
Throughout the book, Mrs Wee’s gentle sense of humour permeates the pages. In particular, I found it very funny to finally understand why so many of my parents’ generation have the English name “Baby”.
Even after her passing, Mrs Ann WEe is still teaching the next generation of Social workers what it means to walk the ground, to connect with the clients, and to serve with the head, hand, and heart. Rest in peace, Mrs Wee.