Sang, Fong

Fong Sang was the local baker for many years and bread was sixpence a loaf. He made very good bread and it was rumoured that he used to knead the dough in the bin at night by using his bare feet, nobody ever complained about the quality of his bread. He invested a lot of his saving in silk mills in China and when Japanese invaded that country in the thirties he lost heavily.

Extracts from William Egan’s letter [2000]