38 Oxley Road: A mighty man's modest home
The dispute between the Lee siblings has put 38 Oxley Road in the news again. In this report, published in 2015, former TNP reporter Judith Tan wrote about her visit to the house. There she found that Mr Lee Kuan Yew lived a simple life with beloved things from a bygone era still around his home.
Not many people have been inside Mr Lee Kuan Yew's bedroom.
But a few years ago, I stood within its austere walls and learnt a little more about the great man.
It was April 11, 2010, and I was among a group of friends who were visiting Mr Lee's daughter, Dr Lee Wei Ling, at their Oxley Road home.
When she showed us her father's bedroom, we could hear him in the adjoining room reading to his wife, Madam Kwa Geok Choo.
She had become bed-ridden after a series of strokes.
Mr Lee, known for his fiery speeches, spoke in a gentle voice as he read to her from The Sunday Times.
She was not able to answer him but, without fail, he read to the love of his life every single day - alternating between news, her favourite poems and novels - for 18 months until her death in October 2010.
His room was spartan.
A single bed was the main piece of furniture.
On it was a thin towel blanket and a small bolster. I did not see a pillow.
The screen of his computer, on a desk beside the bed, flickered as e-mails arrived.
Sitting on the floor was a solid red briefcase, the subject of our visit to his bedroom.
It was a "parliamentary red box" used by ministers in the British government, and the Queen herself, to hold and transport official documents.
Mr Lee was probably the only person in Singapore to still use it.
Amused that we had not seen one before, Dr Lee had asked "Pa" for permission for us to see the box.
He did not object. But he did not interrupt his reading to come out from the room.
The rest of the old two-storey house was equally spartan.
The downstairs bathroom, for instance, still held a hamdankong (Cantonese for barrel or tub used for making salted eggs), a large clay urn filled with water for bathing, old-school style, complete with a plastic scoop.
Its mosaic tiles, some a little chipped, had been popular in the 1970s.
The chairs in the house were mismatched, giving off an eclectic feel.
An ancient exercise bike stood in one corner, gathering dust.
It was nothing to look at - a bicycle mounted on a stand, but I learnt that Mr Lee had exercised on it for decades, well into his 70s, until he fell off one day.
Although the model had been replaced by a more modern one, the trusty old bike still retained its place in the 100-year-old home.
Between 1960 and 2011, Singapore's per capita gross domestic product surged more than 100-fold.
But the Lees' modest home remained largely unchanged in that time and had become dwarfed by the multi-million dollar, multi-storey bungalows that sprang up around it.
Its floor was made up of longitudinal strips of wood with the varnish already peeling off. Its garden was lush with trees and plants that had flourished over the years.
The family cat, Manis (Malay for sweet), sat quietly licking itself.
The home was filled with memories.
Its basement dining room had witnessed the beginnings of a political party that would go on to shape modern Singapore.
One could imagine the thoughts and conversations that went on within its walls that would translate to actions to take Singapore from Third World to First.
In another room in the house, another son of Singapore has grown up, like his father, to become Prime Minister.
Like its occupants, its foundations have stayed true and strong.
The visit brought home to me what really matters in life.
THE MAN AND HIS RED BOX
Education Minister Heng Swee Keat, who was Mr Lee Kuan Yew's principal private secretary from 1997 to 2000, wrote about Mr Lee's red box in a Facebook post on Tuesday.
The red box was used to contain his papers, speech drafts, letters and "a whole range of questions, reflections and observations".
Mr Lee used the box until Feb 4, the day before he was hospitalised.
Here are snippets from the post.
Mr Lee's daily breakfast was a bowl of dou hua (soft bean curd), with no syrup. The accompanying drink was always room-temperature water.
Mr Lee exercised - which included treadmill, rowing, swimming and walking - in the evening. Instead of music, he listened to the evening news or his Mandarin practice tapes.
During his time as Prime Minister, Mr Lee would ride his bicycle in the evenings. He kept the same bike for many years, described by Mr Heng as "one of those old man bicycles".
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Mr Lee's study was converted from his son's old bedroom. His wooden work table had a glass top under which he kept his family memorabilia, including a picture of PM Lee Hsien Loong during his national service days.
Mr Lee often sat with his wife in the study and read, classical music playing in the background.
When he was PM, Mr Lee would work through the night, going to bed only at around 3.30am.
In 2010, Mrs Lee died while Mr Lee was in hospital. After attending the wake, he asked his security team to take him to the Singapore River, where he walked along the bank - an activity he and Mrs Lee used to do together.