1970s. I remember those days when I was staying at Bedok Road. Every evening my dad would buy for me ice batu kachang which was sold by a Chinese man riding a bicycle. He would stop by our place and he world make the ice batu kachang which you eat it on your palm. Nowadays you don't see those thing again. (Memory collected at the Public Libraries during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)